Disturbances

“Ah, home sweet home!” I shout as I open the door with ease.

After the great dinner from the diner, I feel recharged and ready to get back to work. With the quickness of any average man, I put my coat on the rack, and my umbrella on the mat next to the door, allowing it to dry by the heater. Taking off my shoes, I walk into the house and sit back down on my seat, leaning back to hear the squeaky cries of the chair.

As I lean back, I look up at the ceiling. Today was an interesting day…

Suddenly, I remembered.

“Are you better?”

“I would be if you’d date me again…”

“Only if you’d tell your parents to accept me...”

Why in the hell did I want her to be back with me?

Do I…

“Do I have feelings for her again?” I say aloud.

I continue to stare at the ceiling, my mind wandering to past times…

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“In the summer of sixty-nine!” the radio blares, the music entering our ears.

The three of us, Mike, Moonbeam and I, bang our heads to the sounds of rock’n’roll, a genre that we all enjoyed as kids.

As the music faded, Moonbeam looks over at Mike and says, “Too bad we weren’t born in that era.”

Mike laughs at this remark and jabs me in the shoulder. “Moonbeam is such a wannabe 60’s gal, ain’t she Roch?”

“Yeah, she is,” I say to him, wiggling my brow at her. “Why so sixties?”

Moonbeam nudges me with her foreleg, a smile still gracing her face. “That’s not funny.”

I smile at her, while Mike continues to laugh heartily. “I know,” I respond. “It’s just great to see you smile.”

Moonbeam looks up at me and graces me with a kiss to the cheek. Mike looks over and ohs and ahs, as if he’s at a museum exhibit. “Smooth move, Roch.”

Moonbeam didn’t take it kindly to his remark, jabbing him in the stomach. “Just shut up and drive mister!”

Mike groans in dismay. While Mike keeps his eyes on the road, I look over to Moonbeam, who is staring right at me.

“What’s wrong, Moony?” I ask, using the nickname I gave her on our first date.

She blushes and turns away. “I-It’s nothing.”

I bring my arm around her neck, scratching her left ear. “Are you sure it’s nothing?”

She purrs and snuggles into me. “Well…” she starts. “You want to head over to my house tonight?”

When Mike hears this, he immediately signals over to the right and pulls over. “WHAT?” he says loudly, looking at me like he saw a ghost.

“Why did you stop the car?” I ask, puzzled by his reaction.

“Because, you two are not going to talk about banging at her house while I’m here,” he says calmly. “Besides, I don’t need anymore images of Moonb-”

In seconds, Moonbeam gets up and out of her comfortable position in my arm and slaps him with her hoof. “PERVERT!” she yells at him.

I just laugh at him while she continually hits him with her hoof. It’s always like this…

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“Haha, I can’t believe she hit him in the face when he said that!” I say aloud, guaffing at sheer thought of it.

After laughing, I sigh, the memories with her were so sweet back then. “That night was the night we broke up…”

I turn my attention away from the ceiling, looking at the computer that is set before me. “I can’t wait for tomorrow…”

With the keyboard in front of me, I begin my research again, my mind set on getting more information on the Ponyville Mine and Baxter Company.