Pinkie Perfect

Chapter 2

        You feel your eyes open up easier than ever before. You look to your clock, seeing that it’s a Saturday; and push off your bed. As usual, you have nothing to do today. You quickly hop in the shower and rinse yourself off, not being as thorough as usual. Jumping out of the shower, you nearly slip on the small puddle that had formed on the ground. After putting your clothes on you lay down. Why did you rush yourself in the first place? You pant heavily on your back. You cough feeling, your lungs strain. You grab for your inhaler and suck in the medicine, which in reality, was tap water. Hopping out of bed, you throw on some clothes and walk into your kitchen, glancing at your cat, Kijmo. He looks up at you and meows as you fill his food bowl. You throw some coffee into your coffee maker, but jump as you realize you could just go back to the bakery!

Turning off your coffee maker, you grab for your jacket, knocking over the coat rack as you sprint out your door. You trip and fall down the stairs, being lucky enough to push out your hands and only scrape them a bit. You begin your slow walk to the bakery, feeling the humidity cling to you like saran wrap, thinking to yourself that you are too desperate for this girl’s attention. Sighing you walk along the cracked sidewalk, looking at the little patches of grass growing between plates, the dew shining off them brightly.Yawning, you realize you were a bit too eager to get up this morning. What if she’s not even working? Oh well, the food and coffee is good, and maybe they serve croissants.

You see the sunrise just over the hill and you grin, seeing it may be a nice day today. Step quickly into the bakery, you feel the air conditioner wash over you as you escape from the humidity. Sitting down at the same booth as before, you glance over to see your favorite waitress again. She walks over to you and introduces herself, only this time her hair isn’t held up in a ponytail. It’s cascading down her shoulder in a curtain of perfect ringlets.

 A grin curls up on your face as you see this beautiful girl again, this time her hair looking just as pretty as her. “How can I help you today?” Pinkie says as you look over the breakfast menu, noting how good everything looks with the small pictures providing a visual aid.

        "I don't know yet..." You utter, the drowsiness obvious in your voice.

Pinke smiles and says, “What to drink then?” It was then that your wave of drowsiness hit you.

Knowing full well you need about 3 coffees and an adrenaline shot directly into your bloodstream, you manage to grumble out, “Coffee, and lot’s of it.”

“I’ll have that right to you!” She says through a toothy grin, each of her teeth gleaming from the light of the morning sun. She walks away, toward the kitchen. Another low grumble escapes your abdomen as a waft of amazing smells escape from the shortly open door. As you wait you pull out your phone, staring at it for no particular reason, you only really kept it for emergencies. The time reads 8:52, you grunt reminding yourself not to be so eager to escape the dusty trap you call home.

To pass the time, you take a look around, hoping to find something interesting. You notice an ATM machine, a claw machine, and a change machine. Pushing off of the chair, you walk slowly toward the ATM machine, thinking this may be the best way to pass the time; you hear a clunk behind you as the coffee is set on your table. Depositing your Debit card into the ATM machine, you take out 10 dollars. The soft sound of carnival music emits from the claw machine teasingly. Inside the claw machine you are able to spot the typical variations of stuffed animals, some torn from previous attempts. Throwing the money into the change machine you get an assortment of quarters. Stepping up to the machine you deposit four of the quarters in, not exactly knowing what you want to win yet. You look around the machine, noticing a small Fluttershy plush doll in the back left corner, looking untouched. You aim the claw above it and press the button. The claw moves down slowly, but falls just ahead of the plush, and picks up a big load of air.

You walk back to your table, and grab your coffee, sipping lightly on the hot drink. Your tongue burns and you clench your eyes from the bitterness, and the heat. You begin reaching for the sugar, and half-and-half. Pouring each of these in, you mix it around and take another sip. It’s cooled off, at least.

You walk back to the claw machine, holding your coffee in hand. Setting it down, you reach your other hand into your pocket, to grab another dollar worth of change. You sigh, putting it in the machine. Aiming the claw above the plush, you press the button. The claw falls onto the doll and grips it, your heart begins to race slightly. As the claw lifts the doll, it falls out and hits the other dolls with a bounce. Shoving another dollar into the machine, you take a quick sip of your coffee, feeling the hot liquid slide down your throat, waking you up a bit more. Aiming just above the doll you squint, trying to get a better view. You move to the each side of the machine, like a child, to make sure you have it properly aimed. Slightly moving it a bit more to the left, you press the button. It falls onto the doll, it’s claws wrapping around the doll, it lifts it up, the head bobbing slightly as it lifts from the pile. You breathe a sigh of relief as you don’t have to spend any more money. Grabbing your newly won prize, you walk to your booth, coffee in one hand, plush in the other.

Sitting down, you exhale as your butt hits the chair. Setting down the plush doll, you grin. Looking to your left you see Pinkie walking toward you. Upon closer inspection, you notice she isn’t exactly walking, she’s skipping. She stands next to you and looks at you, then averts her gaze to the plush, her eyes widening.

“Where did you get that?” She exclaims, a slight grin on her face.

You look back at her confused, “I won it over at the claw machine.” Looking over at it you notice a small tag on the bottom of the back left hoof of the plush. It was nothing out of the ordinary, it was just not something Hasbro would have made, as it obviously the tag had writing on it, and the plushie was of good quality. You bring the tag up to reading distance and you look closely at it. On it reads ‘Winner! One free meal!’. Yay. You smile and look over at Pinkie, she is obviously excited that you won. A thought comes to you, and you pick up the doll, handing it to Pinkie. Her eyes sparkle as she grabs it and hugs it closely.

“You can have it.” You say, knowing of your huge hidden collection of similar plushies.

“Oooooh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” She says pulling you in for a hug. As your head rests on her shoulder, a faint, sweet cotton candy smell wafts into your nose. You pull away from the hug, and you grin as Pinkie emits a slight giggle.

“I think I’m ready to order now.” You announce, handing her your menu.

“What’ll you have?” She says, meeting your gaze vibrantly.

“Could I have a stuffed croissant?” You ask.

“Sure I’ll have that here as quick as I can!”

You sit down as she bounces away, humming a familiar song under her breath. Well, now you HAVE to listen to it. You pull out your mp3 player and put the earbuds to your ears, smiling as you hear Pinkie Pie’s refreshing voice singing Smile, Smile, Smile. Your heart leaps as you close your eyes, and let the joyous song go through you.

As you listen to the point in which Pinkie sings of darkness and loneliness, and how you may feel sad, but Pinkie will be there to show you that it isn’t that bad, you chuckle. Pinkie almost sounds like a pastor trying to convert you. You are snapped to reality as you hear, “...-ood singer.” You open your eyes and look to your right, seeing Pinkie standing there with your food.

“What did you say?” You ask, removing your earbuds and pausing the song.

“I said you’re a good singer. You sing when you are listening to music. Didn’t you know that?” She replies, giving you a warm smile. You blush, knowing that your singing is something you are very conscious about, and have never shown anyone.

“Th-thank you.” You manage to stutter, as she sets down your food in front of you. The steam rising off of it makes it look just as delectable as the cheese and ham visible through a cut in the side of the croissant. Sipping lightly on your coffee, you grab a fork and knife, cutting the croissant, as cheese leaks out of the sides. You stab it with your fork and shove the food into your mouth, chewing hungrily. Your stomach grumbles, wanting more. Taking another bite, you exhale and take a sip of coffee.  After finishing your coffee and croissant, you walk toward the cash register, to talk to Pinkie. Smiling, you look at her and say, “I’d like to say, you make some of the best pastries I’ve ever had.”

She looks back at you and returns a grin, “Thank you! I get told that a lot. I work hard, but I’m glad it pays off!” You pull out 5 dollars and hold it toward her. As she takes it, her eyes glitter a bit. Looking at her eyes, you suddenly become overcome with happiness, at least… more than before. Feeling your courage well up inside of you, you take a shot.

“Would you… maybe like to do something tonight?” You ask, somewhat appalled by your straightforwardness.

Her eyes glitter as she says, “What do you have in mind?”

“M-maybe a movie?” You say, feeling your bravado falter a bit. The smile on her face is either her being happy you asked… or she is laughing at you internally.

“Sure! I’d be glad to get to know you more!” She says, grinning.

“Can I have your n-number?” You manage to stutter out, your cheeks glowing red. She gives you her number and you give her yours. Walking out of the bakery, you look over to Pinkie, winking as you step out of the door. You run home, filled with adrenaline, feeling like a 14 year old at your eagerness. Tonight is going to be a good night.