A Troublesome Life

I walked through the door of the boutique, and collapsed. I still had a huge grin on my face. Dash had walked me back here, as, I couldn’t walk straight. Did I have brain damage? Probably; Spitfire punched pretty damn hard.  Dash wasn’t able to support my weight when I fell, so, she let me go. I laughed a moment, and tried to get up. I ended up licking the floor… I haven’t a clue how I thought that was my fore-legs. I tried again, and ended up putting my flank in the air. Good, I thought, this is progress. I tried for my fore-legs again, and did it right this time. I pushed myself up, and stood shakily. I smiled, and looked to Dash.

“Okay, Dash,” I began, “Now that we’re here; take me to the hospital.” I had a dumb look on my face, no doubt, showing that I was probably brain-dead at the moment. It was as if I were drunk, except, with a concussion as well. I fell again. Rarity walked out of the workshop from the noise, and saw my blood-covered face. She gasped, and ran over to me, asking me if I was all right. Her questions were either answered with a ‘uughhh’ or a ‘nope, heheheh’. I was then taken to the hospital.

There; I was tested and got back good results: I wasn’t brain-dead. I wasn’t suffering from a concussion either. How’d I end up so bucked up? Not a clue. They said it may have to do with my blood loss. They cleaned up my muzzle, and adjusted a few teeth. I left there with a smile on my face and a body full of another pony’s blood.

I decided to humor myself, as, I was still feeling a bit stupid. I went up to the house of Octavia, and knocked on the door. It was answered by the DJ pony. She looked at me, and tilted her head. I was giggling uncontrollably, and my hair was a mess. I had a crazy look in my eyes. I told you I was still feeling ‘stupid’. It takes a bit longer than I thought to get over blood-loss. Also, my mind tends to exaggerate things at times. The DJ spoke up.

“Aren’t you that guy who went up against Spitfire?” She asked. I stopped giggling.

“Heh, yeah.” Is what I said, and then began to giggle again. She lifted her glasses, and smirked at me.

“What the hell is wrong with you? Are you insane or something? Are you sure you shouldn’t be in the nut-house? And, finally; what’d you say to her that made her kiss you?” I cleared my throat, and stood straight; trying to act serious, but burst out laughing again.

“Well, I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I am not insane. I shouldn’t be in an asylum, and, I don’t know why she kissed me.” I said, still laughing. She joined in.

“I like you, guy. You’re pretty awesome.” She said. An angry yell came from behind her, and I looked around her to see who it was. It was Octavia, looking like she just woke up from a nap. I waved like I was still brain-damaged, all though, I was quickly recovering. She gave a disgusted look at me.

“Are you intoxicated?” She asked. I laughed again, and said no. She looked at me again. The DJ whispered something in her ear. She looked at me, and smiled. My brain began to function normally, and I began to wonder why I was here in the first place.

“So, you’re the idiot who fought the leader of the Wonderbolts?” She asked. I nodded. I began to think to get out of there now. I didn’t have enough ego to do this. I didn’t have enough self-esteem to do this. Why couldn’t I keep all that from when I felt drunk!? She walked up to me, and looked at me. My eye was a bit swollen, and so were a few more bruised areas on my face. She laughed. I felt it as a mocking gesture, and decided to up and say it, no matter how much pain it’ll cause me.

“Look, Octavia,” I began, “You… you’re…” the words clung in my throat, and I began to just give up. I was about to just walk away, when she asked that question. That question that is the bane of some, and the salvation of others. The question that will save all, and destroy some.

“What?” She said. I felt it hard to maintain eye-contact, but managed. My face felt hot, and I began to turn around.

“Forget about it!” I said. She laid a hoof on my shoulder. I turned to face her. She had a smile on her face.

“What were you going to say?” She asked. It wasn’t a kind smile; it was a mischievous one. It made me even more uncomfortable. I let out a sigh. Man up, the voice in my head told me, you can do it, just tell her, tell her, TELL HER!

“Octavia, you’re…” once again; words like glue: “You’re one of the most beautiful mares I have ever seen, and I’m sure your personality is just as… well… for the lack of better words; wonderful.” Huh… that was a bit easier than expected… oh shit! Said my thoughts as I realized that the rejection was in-coming. Octavia looked surprised, and then back to an expression that showed no interest.

“Well, that is very nice of you to say. I am sorry to say I do not feel the same way.” She said. And, that’s when a small part of me died. I decided to keep my dignity while walking away. I nodded, walked a few feet, and lashed out on myself while Octavia wasn’t looking. Stupid! You shouldn’t have said that! You should’ve waited longer! You should’ve gotten to know her! I punched my head as I walked to the boutique. I opened the door, went to my room, and fell on the bed. I looked outside. It had gotten late, and I decided to just go to sleep.

I lie there, in bed, for what seemed like hours. I smiled: I was happy to get all this love-struck stuff out of the way. After all; I’d kissed the leader of the Wonderbolts… I had a feeling  it’d be easy to get mares around here. And with a slight smirk, I closed my eyes, and fell asleep. (I then dreamed of cheese.)