Painting our Life - 6 Colors

***A Message from Inu***

   Hey guys, wow, has it been this many chapters already? Just wanted to point out the comment box below. Yeah. I need some feedback (point out grammar/spelling mistakes!) for improvement on future projects, and even maybe a sequel. Anyways, enough of this jabber, roll the chapter!

   It's as dark as night outside when I look through the window, but I swear, the clock says 2:00. I continue watching The Big Bang Theory on tv. Dash isn't home. I wonder where she is. A sudden flash of lightning outside lights up the room, blinding me. When it darkens, a figure stands beside the television. I squint at what it could be. Shaped like a tall man. It steps out, revealing who I wish I would never meet again. Tim McDan. In a heartbeat, he's on top of me, sitting on my chest.

   Tim says something, but it's blurbed. I feel weird. Did he lose weight? He's not very heavy for a man his size. Then he opens his mouth to speak, and a familiar friendly, female voice pours out.

   "Hey!" I snap awake and find Dash on top of me. She grins. I manage a weak smile. It was all a dream, thank god. I wipe the sweat off my forehead.

   "Why're you on me?" I ask, but she ignores me.

   "You know that creepy old man named Santa Claus? The one who sneaks into your house and drinks your milk and eats your cookies?" Dash whispers close to my ear. I nod. "I think he was here last night, I woke up to some rummaging sounds coming from downstairs, there was also some cursing, but I was too sleepy at the time and shrugged off the feeling we were being robbed." I chuckle. It all comes back now. I had some trouble wrapping Dash's Christmas presents last night. Ok I lied, a lot of trouble. And since I was lazy for the past few weeks, I also didn't put up a tree, and it's such a great idea to put up a tree and wrap presents all on Christmas eve. I think eggnog should be called brain nog because it hurts you in so many ways. Like drinking too much of it and having your head booming, then paper cutting yourself while trying to wrap somepony's gift. Dash knows that Santa is a creepy old man who sneaks into your house, drinks your milk and eats your cookies, but she doesn't know that he's a creepy old man who sneaks into your house, drinks your milk and eats your cookies AND leaves presents.

   "Come down, I have a surprise." I get dressed and let Dash follow me to the living room.

   "Whoa," Dash's jaw hangs agape. She looks at the flashing lights on the tree and the angel ontop. "Reminds me so much of an event back in Equestria," She sniffles.

   "Why don't you open your presents?" I point over to under the tree. She perks up.

   "Whoa Kyle you bought me presents?" She looks at me as if I was god.

   "No, a creepy old man did." We both laugh and she unwraps the first one. The largest one of course. The colourful wrapping paper tears off easily revealing the PlayStation 3 logo. A river of Omigoshes escape from Dash's mouth.

    "A PS3?! Wow Kyle, this must've coated a fortune!" I smile. "Gee thanks." There isn't really much to do but smile. She opens the rest of the presents, PlayStation 3 games, Nascar T-Shirts and posters for her bedroom wall and a few books. "Wow, this is all so amazing, I don't know how to thank you for all this stuff." I open my mouth to say there's no need for thanks, but she catches me off guard with a huge hug. "Thank you."

   "Merry Christmas Dash," I whisper.

    "Aw enough of this mushy stuff Ky, let's play some PS3!" She plugs in the console and we each grab a controller. Forgoing breakfast, we spend the entire morning shooting zombies and mashing buttons. You may say the violence is bad for her, but I gave up on protecting her from this world's many bad habits after catching her watching a horror movie a year ago. Of course, being the bravest pony in Equestria, the movie was nothing compared to the adventures she had. By the way, it looks like holding a PS3 controller isn't a choice for Dash, so she ended up setting it on the ground to press the buttons. I thought this would break her ability to play the game, but surprisingly, she played just as well as a normal 14 year old CoD shut in would've.

   I take another bite out of my grilled cheese sandwich. Dash sits across from me, she has a dreamy expression on her face while munching on her sandwich. Finishing the rest of our lunches, I grab the plates and set them down in the sink. I wash them later. When I return to the dining room, Dash was already lying lazily on the couch.

   "Wanna go outside?" Dash asks, "Like a walk in the forest to see it blanketed in snow?" I smile.

    "Of course."

   My winter coat drags me down as Dash and I walk through the forest. It's beautiful fall leaves have fallen off, and layers of snow sit on the thick branches of the trees that stand tall. It's amazing to see. I never get out much during the winter. Dash runs off. I try to keep up with her but my boots drag down my running speed. I don't see how she isn't cold, being in nothing but a scarf. I suppose it has something with her being a pony, although her furoat feels cool to the touch.

   I wander around. Where could she be? A bush behinds me rustles. I snap around and see Dash. She grins, I smile and wave, but she has a devilish grin. With all her strength, she chucks a... snowball at me. Her aim is unbelieveable, it hits me right in the face. I open my mouth to give me a sec but another snowball hits me in the gut. Of course she won't stop to let me make a snowball. I duck the next attack, and quickly scrunch up a snowball of my own. Rolling to the side, with a snowball missing me by just a few inches, I chuck mine as hard as I can at Dash. She flies down, dodging my throw and to collect more snowballs.

   I run and sit behind a tree where I make more snowballs. I wait for Dash to come into the opening. She snuck off somewhere, probably to make a fort. That sets off an idea. I pull some snow into a pile and pat it down. After forming a small barricade around me, I sit inside with my projectiles tightly beside me. I peek out, no sign of Dash. Plop. Something drops ontop of my head, I examine it, it's a snowball, well, was a snowball. Wait, fell from above? Oh crap. I look up, to find Dash sitting on a branch, grinning down at me.

   "Wait, I'm not read-" I begin to say, but a rain of snowballs pelt me in the face. I wipe the snow off, and grab a snowball and chuck it as high as I can. The branch protects Dash from the attack, there's no way I can reach her. I curse. Wait, I check the tree, to see how tall it is. There's many more branches above the on Dash is sitting on. They're all covered with thick white snow. The corners of my lips curl into a devilish smile. I back away from the tree. Dash looks at me with confusion, picks up a snowball from a stash she stacked on the branch, and aims. I stick my tongue out, and did what she didn't expect in a thousand years. Like an Olympic athlete, I break out into a sprint, running as I fast as I could, right into the tree. My coat cusions me, I fall over onto my back to wait, and on cue, the tree begins to shake wildly.

   "Haha! Have you lost your mind? That won't help you in a snowball figh-" She doesn't finish, a wave of snow from the higher branches crashes down upon her, knocking her off, right onto me.

   "Oof!" Of course she doesn't weight much, but she FELL ontop of me. That hurts. She groans. "You alright?" I ask, it was quite a fall.

   "Yeah, fine, great idea by the way, I think you broke every bone in my body ," Her sarcastic tone causes me to laugh and herself some chuckles. I push her off onto the snow and sit up. I rub my left shoulder. We both stand up and stretch, I took the worst of it since I was the one underneath. "Can we go home now? I think we've had enough fun things for one day." Yeah, I get a feeling I'm not the only one who's beginning to get cold. I feel Dash's furcoat, it's soaked from melted snow.

She shivers a bit, I take off my coat and toss it on her back, leaving me in only a jacket.

   "Hey, won't you need this?" Dash looks at me, I return her gaze.

   "You need it more, I don't want you to catch a cold, I'm not much of a doctor." Every word is true. I doubt I can even take care of a kid with a bloody nose.

   "Thanks, Ky." And the remainder of the night is engulfed by silence, weary of our jokes and laughter, is our time to rest.