Naturally, about 75% of the people in the theatre were grown men, and the rest were little girls with there parents. Rarity and I walked to the middle of the theatre to the only seats left, conveniently, the edge ones. I allowed Rarity to sit down first. Once she was seated, I sat down next to her. To the right of us, there was a little girl and her mother.

Literally seconds after we sat down, the movie started. As it started, two sodas and some popcorn appeared in front of us. I deadpanned.

“Really, Rarity? Why didn’t you mention that you could do that?” I whispered.

“Well, because I just stole somepony’s drinks and popcorn. I figured we should at least try to be decent and get our drinks and popcorn legitimately, first,” Rarity responded. I freaked out quietly.

“You stole those?!” I exclaimed in whisper. Rarity giggled.

“Oh, of course not, I was merely kidding with you. It appears as though you don’t take that kind of joke very well. I just created these drinks and the popcorn out of thin air. Just a little spell I learned from Twilight before I came here. Of course, I’m not a master at magic, so it drains me quite a bit, and I can only do it once in a while, but it’s useful nonetheless.”

“Wow, good job, Rarity. Thanks for making me a drink, too,” I whispered to her, smiling. I leaned toward her and gently kissed her on the cheek. She smiled back, blushing.

“Oh, well, I have to consider the needs of others, as well. I can’t just go around only doing things for myself. I am the Element of Generosity, after all, so I have to live up to the name.” Somehow, that conversation managed to take up the entire opening credits sequence, which consisted of a cool remix of the show’s theme song and, of course, credits.

As the first scene popped up, Rarity nudged me on the shoulder with a hoof. She pointed at the little girl to our right with a hoof. I looked at her, who was staring at Rarity in turn. The smile on her face was so huge I didn’t even know it was possible. It glowed with bewilderment and excitement.

The girl started bouncing up and down, looking as though she were about to explode of excitement. Suddenly, she burst. “Everyone, look! It’s Rarity!”

Sitting next to her, her mother turned at her daughter, shocked at her daughter’s behavior.

Simultaneously, the bronies waved it off. “We saw that at the snack bar! Keep up!” one person even shouted.

The mother took her daughter out of the theatre. She waved to Rarity on the way by, apologizing for her daughter. Once she was out of the theatre, there was muffled shouting heard by everyone in the theatre.

I turned to look at Rarity. She bore an unamused look on her face.

“How… how long have you been doing that?” I asked her suddenly.

“Several minutes,” Rarity answered flatly. “I’d rather not discuss it right now.”

“Alright then… I- I think this movie was a bad idea. We should probably leave before it gets much more chaotic. We can just watch it on YouTube once it’s up, which should take approximately, I dunno, four hours.”

“That’s likely a good idea…” Rarity agreed. We promptly picked up our drinks and popcorn, and I escorted Rarity out of the theatre. We dropped a few pieces of popcorn along the way in our hurry, and Rarity freaked out, going back to pick up each piece.

“Rarity, it’s just popcorn. Why are you losing it over a few spilt pieces?”

Rarity gasped in return. “It was hard magic to perform!” she whispered harshly.

“Oh, right…” I remembered sheepishly. “Wait, we already have the bag, so we can just get a refill. Same goes for the sodas…”

Rarity’s pupils dilated in realization. “Don’t make me feel stupid,” she said, tears beginning to well in her eyes. Seeing her cry made me feel horrible, so I lifted her chin with my hand and told her one thing.

“Let’s take this outside…”

“I s-sup-pose we should…” Rarity sighed.

I actually took her outside the theatre this time. As soon as the little girl saw us again, she screamed.

“Hey, everyone, look! It’s Rar-”

“We know!” everyone in line at the snack bar shouted in unison.

“Lauren!” her mother exclaimed.

“But, Mommy…”

“No buts! Come on, Lauren, we’re going home.”

“But, Mommy! I wanted to see the movie!”

“I don’t care! If you’re going to draw attention to some random person like that and pretend they’re you’re favorite cartoon character, I’m going to punish you for it!”

“But, Mommy! I don’t even like Rarity that much! Pinkie Pie is my favorite! I swear I saw her!”

“That’s enough, Lauren!” her mother shouted. She then dragged her daughter- Lauren, I guess- out of the movie theatre. The girl started screaming and kicking, but the mother continued to pull her out without even giving us a passing glance.

After they were out of the building completely, Rarity and I continued walking to the nearest table, where we set down our drinks and popcorn. I pulled out a chair for Rarity and allowed her to sit down first.

“Look, Rarity, I really didn’t mean it like that, honestly. I really do care about you, and I think that you are an intelligent mare, honestly, I do.”

“I know, but what you said… It made me feel like I was stupid…” Rarity replied, starting to cry.

“Rarity, please, don’t cry…” I pleaded, beginning to cry myself. “Rarity, you’re just tired out from that spell you did. You need some rest.”

“You’re probably right,” Rarity reasoned. “I’m absolutely exhausted, now that you mention it. I stayed up late last night studying, and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, don’t even start on that again. That was absolutely ridiculous, Rarity. The math test this morning… Jeez.”

Rarity giggled, but her giggle turned into a yawn. I smiled. She really was adorable.

“As I was saying, I was up late studying- for the science test, mind you- and I went to bed at a late hour. Well, I suppose it was more of an early hour… Okay, I believe it was about an hour before I have my alarm set to go off…” She drifted off as she began to yawn again. Man, she’s cute when she yawns…

“Rarity, I think you need some sleep right now. I really wouldn’t mind if you just slept here. I’d stay here and make sure no one hurts you or takes anything.”

“Oh, really, Mark, that’s ridiculous, I couldn’t bother you with that…” She broke out into another adorable yawn. “Well, I suppose just a short nap couldn’t do too much harm… Are you sure you’re alright with this?” Rarity asked.

I smiled. “Rarity, I don’t want you to die of exhaustion. Then I’d never have a girlfriend!”

“Oh, Mark you’re so-” another yawn- “ridiculous, sometimes. Well, alright, if you’re sure…”

Rarity rested her hooves on the table and gently placed her head on top of them. She sat still for merely seconds before her breathing pattern changed, signaling she was asleep.

As I saw this, I smiled, glad to see that she trusted me as much as she did to take care of her. After soaking in the adorableness that was Rarity sleeping peacefully in a movie theatre- quite a rarity- I took a quick glance at my watch.

3:16. Well, that date killed about 11 minutes.

Author's Note

Hi, it's the 26th of February as I write this. This chapter was posted on the 1st of December. I was scanning through this chapter, and I only NOW noticed that little girl's name was the same as the creator of MLP.

Seriously, it took me that long to realize that.

I don't even deserve to be called a brony.