Painting our Life - 6 Colors

   Dash passes me a bottle of beer. It's New Years Eve and she figured we should celebrate it this way. Doesn't seem so smart to me. "You first."

   "Come on Dash, we bought this beer years ago, it could be bad for all we know." I bite my lip. My past experience with this drink wasn't so great. I downed quite a few bottles and passed out. It's not something I want to try again. I push the bottle she offered me aside. "No thanks."

   "It'll be cool Ky, don't tell me you're chicken? It's just a harmless drink." She grins and takes the bottle back. "Fine, I'll drink it." I raise an eyebrow. A few years ago when we bought the beer, she didn't have the courage to even come close to it. Why is she suddenly so willingly to try it?

   She pops off the lid and raises the bottle top to her lips. The fiery liquid pours into her mouth. As if it's difficult, Dash closes her eyes and forces the liquid down her throat. She smacks her lips. "It's not that bad." I roll my eyes, but before I could say anything, she takes another gulp, this time, half the bottle. My eyes nearly pop out of their sockets. A fearless move, but brainless as well. She let's out a sigh. I snatch the bottle from her and set it aside on the table.

   "You're throwing yourself into an early death, Dash," I growl.

   "Give it back!" She reaches for the bottle but I quickly push it out of her reach.

   "We're only sixteen right now, underage to drink."

   "In the body of sixteen year olds, we're thirty, remember? Now give it back to me, I want some more" Uh oh. I curse for not throwing out all the leftover alcohol we had before she saw them in our cellar. She makes a grab for the bottle, she misses and smacks my thigh. Have you ever been punched there? It hurts and sends a weird tingly feeling through you. I flinch, small pain shoots through my leg. I know she didn't hit me on purpose, she would've slugged me on the shoulder if she wanted to. Dash's aim and hand coordination is amazing. She can't be beaten in sports like badminton, tennis or anything that requires using hands, yet, this time, she failed to grab the beer and was off by a mile.

   A realization hits me. Could the beer have influence on her actions already? Just half a bottle? Her movement is a bit... awkward as she makes continous attempts to get her drink back. I stand up. No. This isn't how our New Years Eve is going to go. I pick up the bottle and bring it to the kitchen. I tip it over the sink and its contents spill out and down the drain. I hear Dash moan, mumbling something about me being the evil witch who stole her juice, and then a thumping sound. I quickly toss out the bottle and rush back to the living room. The sound had me literally jumping out of my skin. I find Dash asleep on the ground. Or I think she's asleep. The thought of her being dead and leaving me alone to myself freightens me. I get down on my knees beside Dash and nudge her. She responses with a soft snoring sound. I sigh. I'm worrying for nothing. She's fine, she just can't handle drinking.

   Dash doesn't weight much, so it's easy for me to carry her up the stairs to her room. She's not as light as when she was a pony, but it's still not a difficult thing to do. The only downfall of her going to be early is that we can't stay up and spend the night the way New Years Eve is meant to be celebrated. Video games, movies and lots of candy.

   I set Dash onto her bed and pull her blanket over her. She then mumbles something before I turn to leave which swiftly catches my attention. "Hey Fluttershy, I brought back your cat." My first and instant reaction is: aww, that's adorable. She's dreaming about her days in Equestria. This is one of those moments where I hesitate to grab the camera or not. She continues to murmur. It's like watching a kitten kick a ball of yarn around. I realize how creepy I'm being and quickly leave her room.

   I sigh. Looks like I'll be spending New Years Eve on my own. I can't believe Dash was knocked out after only half a bottle. I make my way to the kitchen where the remainder bottles of beer sits on our dining table. I sigh, grab the first one, pop it open and bring it to the sink. I empty its contents and toss the glass bottle into the trash. I do the same with the rest of the bottles. Dash isn't going to have another drink of alcohol ever again. It's a promise to myself to stop her from consuming any more. Her health is important to me, just as much as she is.

   Now I sit alone on the couch. Dash is asleep, and it doesn't seem she'll be up till morning. Maybe I can get some thinking time in. I haven't done that for a long time. I relax myself and set my mind to thinking...

   Only...

   Whats there to think about? My life is going perfectly right now. Dash and I had kissed a few days ago for the second time. It wouldn't be true if I say I didn't enjoy it, and I'd definitely be lying if I say there aren't moments where I wish we can just be a normal couple. What, with her once being a pony. Am I even thinking with the right head? She kisses me, and I immediately start thinking like we're going to get married or something big like that. The more that I, well, think about this, the more I feel like a jerk. Is it not ok for me to think of her as a love interest simply because she wasn't born my species? I don't know. I honestly don't know.

   I do love her, I love every bit of her. You know what? I already said this, but I'm going to say it again. Damn it all. The answer is so clear. Dash IS the one I love. I don't know what's been clouding my head. She told me she loves me. I replied in the same manner. Why am I even thinking about this matter? It's not like it'll change anything, and I'm sure as can be I won't stop loving Dash only because she was once a cartoon animal.

   I swallow.

   The dilemma of being stuck a teenager still exists. It's been nearly what, two or three months, and Twilight still hasn't shown up to explain the situation. I'm beginning to worry that she changed us for the sake of her own amusement. If so, then my job at the restaurant is instantly down the drain. I'm probably already on the verge of losing it. I don't know how long it is until my boss recognizes that I've been gone for far too long and need to be replaced. Maybe I should just call and explain what has happened, maybe not and I'll need to find a new full-time job. That would totally suck.

   I close my eyes. I take everything back about my life being perfect. There's still so much I need to change about it. That disincludes my grades, NOTHING can change that. A smile slowly crawls over my face as I remember that Dash will have trouble getting up in the morning.

   I slowly fall into relaxing and dreamless sleep. Perhaps the most relaxing one can get to sleeping on a couch.