How I Will Miss You

Oliver could not be happier. He was bursting in laughter as they continued their drive, Pinkie Pie re-telling the little prank they decided to do before leaving the restaurant.

“And when you picked up the ice cream from the the ice cream, and ate the cone!~ Oh! I can’t breathe!” She too was sharing the laugh as Oliver was wiping his hand with a napkin. He could get use to going on pranks with Pinkie Pie, she was a hoot. He turned to see Twilight Sparkle who was smiling, obviously finding it amusing, but did not laugh. Ditzy doo was giggling a bit as well, her grasp on the doll loosening. That made Oliver’s smile feel more joyful, he did not know why, but it did. A feeling of warmth filling him as he turned to continue driving.

Good job Oliver, a great way to relieve the pressure in the car. He thought to himself, keep an eye on the road as he listened to group talk about some stuff he didn’t pay much mind to. His eyes spotting a sign “Super-Fun-Land! Up ahead!”

“We are almost there guys!” Oliver announced, being rewarded with Pinkie’s squeals of excitement, and Twilight closing her book in anticipation. Ditzy Doo looking on the road, and felt much better than before the restaurant. She looked outside to the roads, and watched as the cars passed. Ditzy Doo squinted towards the distance, seeing a giant jungle of metal, and concrete. A large towering ride held a group of people, their screams being heard from the quarter mile away. A pit was felt in her stomach, but she looked up to see Oliver.

Oliver hummed as they neared the amusement park, and as he pulled in he felt a tug at his jacket. Ditzy Doo was leaning as far forward as she could, the seatbelt keeping her back. Oliver looked back forward. “Yes Ditzy?”

“Did you’ aunt take you here too Owiver?” Oliver stopped the car for a second, one reason could be the line for parking, but it was mostly because he felt the happiness flee him for a second. He felt dead, but the life sparked back as he looked back to her.

“Well she did, but it was mostly for her own reasons. We’ll talk about it later Ditzy, but it’s time we just enjoy ourselves, ok?” Ditzy smiled, but Twilight frowned. You always hold it off for later. When are you going to tell us anything? She thought to herself in doubt of her new friend. She may look like a thirteen year old Human, but she was much more mature than how Oliver was treating her, and the others. She could probably read circles around him, even as a child. Why was he pretending they were so arrogant? Her train of thought shifted as the car began to move again. I’ll save it for later. She thought mockingly.

Oliver had a large smile, as he mimicked a bellhop, opening the door for his new friends. Pinkie Pie being the first to jump out, excited, she bounced up and down, anticipating the day the four had before them. Twilight followed behind her, placing the book back in the car, and stretched her legs, and arms. It had been a long car ride, and she was quite eager to be able to walk again, even if it was on two legs.

Ditzy Doo, being the last one in the car, looked to Oliver. “Can I take dolly?” The once-pony asked, hugging the character tightly. Oliver looked to her, and nodded, “Why not? Come on.” Ditzy Doo would slowly scoot out of the car, and stumbled as she started to walk with the group. Her hand grasping around Oliver’s as they made their way to the line, the man not resisting as he looked down at her with a smile.

You sure are doing good Oliver. Amber would be proud. Oliver thought to himself, he looked to the gate, remembering the first time he was brought here by his aunt, Amber.

Oliver looked at the giant gates to the amusement park, and frightfully squeezed his aunt’s hand. His parents were fighting again, and he would be living with his aunt. Amber smiled at the child’s tight grasp, and kneeled next to him, “Don’t worry Oliver!” She said, her voice almost booming as she pulled him along past the gates.

“There is no reason to be scared of just metal!” She knocked on the metal poles, which made a satisfactory ring.

“But Auntie Amber! I’m not scared of the gates. . . . It’s how big the place is.” The little Oliver said, pouting as everything past the gate seemed to grow, making him feel ever more short, and powerless. He would suddenly be lifted in the air, and when he looked to see how it could be, his Aunt returned a smile. “This place may be big, but together, it’s much smaller isn't it?” She smiled as she lifted the oliver on her shoulders. Amber was taller than most women, topping at about six-feet, and Oliver suddenly felt much bigger. He smiled, as he wrapped his arms around her neck. “We can do anything together, can’t we auntie Amber?”

The tall woman smiled, and turned around, pushing up her glasses slightly. “Of course we can Oliver! Me and you are buddies for life, and buddies can do anything, and everything together.” Oliver felt a sense of security with his aunt’s words, not letting go as she carried him into the park for their fun.

They walked, and got on the small rides, which made Oliver happy, and his aunt even more happy. When the night came, the two were laughing on the amusement park’s lawn. Eating the sticky sugary treat of cottoncandy as Oliver’s aunt made funny faces. Oliver could not contain his laughter, holding his sides as if they were falling off in the laughter. When he finally collected himself ,he would look up to his aunt. “Auntie Amber, thanks for taking me!”

Amber looked to Oliver, and took a piece of her cotton candy, eating it. “Thanks for coming!” She said, wrapping an arm around her nephew’s shoulder, his face covered in peach fuzz made of cotton candy, and the syrupy wet sugar that acted as glue. He grinned, seeing that Amber almost had an entire beard made of the same substance. They both shared a laugh as they cleaned their own faces.

“Do you think my parents will stop fighting?” Oliver asked, looking over to Amber, who’s smile had faded a little, she just made a ‘pfft’ sound, eating the last of the candy on a stick.

“Even if they don’t Oliver, I’ll be there for you. Your dad is a drinker, and your mother is quite overbearing. That is not a good combination.” Oliver looked down a bit in the shame of the words, but Amber patted his back gently.

“But they love you, and you should not be ashamed of their bad decisions. Just know, when you find a wife of your ow-” She was interrupted with Oliver making a gagging sound, and giggling. Amber joined, and ruffled Oliver’s hair.

“You won’t be saying that. One day, you will not worry about cuties. But if you don’t, that’s okay. . . . You are yourself Oliver, don’t let anyone change who you are. No matter how ‘weird’ kids might think you are.” Oliver smiled at his aunt Amber. She was quite the character.

Her almost crimson hair fell down in tresses that can make any fashion model shake in envy, and her thick black glasses had small silver ribbons tied to each arm. Her freckles scattered on her face, and the biggest feature that stood out ,was her lazy right eye. A modest dresser, she never wore pants, though she was always the one who wanted to have a good time. A mountain climber, fiction writer, vivid L.A.R.Per, and a Dungeon and Dragons fanatic. She was like a mother to Oliver, and his best friend. When she died, no one was hurt, as much as Oliver was.

There he stood, alone with his Aunt on her death bed. She smiled up at what had come to be a son to her.

“Oliver. . . . Don’t cry. . . . . .We are buddies, and buddies can do anything and everything together. I’-” She ran out of strength, and the machine would flatline. Her grasp around her nephew’s hand would soften, and be nothing at all. Oliver barely could bare looking up, seeing through thick, salty tears, his aunt smiling.

“Oliver!” Ditzy Doo said, her eyes full of tears. Oliver suddenly looked to her, they were walking from the pinwheel ride.

“I’m so sorry Oliver, so sorry! I- I’m sorry Oliver.” She repeated her apologizes. Oliver kneeled down to her. “What’s wrong? What happened?” Oliver said, looking her in the eye. Pinkie Pie looking over to the group as Twilight Sparkle turned, and kneeled to comfort Ditzy Doo too.

“I lost dolly!” Ditzy Doo said. Oliver opened his mouth, as if to say ’WHAT!’, but he stopped.

“It’s ok Ditzy Doo.” Oliver found himself saying, getting the attention of Pinkie Pie and Twilight Sparkle.

“It’s just a doll. We will get you another.” Oliver said through his teeth. He was angry at Ditzy Doo for losing that doll. He should have never gave it to her, or let her take it into the park at least. Twilight Sparkle looked to Oliver, and noticed him feel his scalp in slight frustration.  Pinkie Pie just smiled, and showing her optimism, went over to Ditzy Doo, and offered a stick of cotton candy. Ditzy took the candy, and looked at it, taking a bite, and smiled warmly.

Oliver yawned, and looked behind himself to see the ‘girls’. Twilight was obviously exhausted, and drowsy eyed. Her face holding a content smile, and next to her was a sleeping Ditzy Doo. In her arms was a pink, and white pony Oliver had won her in a game that had him throw darts at balloons. Pinkie Pie was in the Front seat, her eyes showing the same tired joy, of a pleasant day of nothing but fun. Oliver would look back on the road, content with the reactions of the day, he decided not to ask how it was for them. He already knew. He looked in the rear veiw mirror, and a blinding light would make him flinch, but it was intterupted with a smashing hit from behind. Oliver’s head was sent jolting forward, and he felt a huge pressure pushed him in the face, like a punch from a god. The large hunk of metal, would spin, and force the girls to scream, and their heads moved with the violent motions. Completely unable to control the heavy force that would be tossing them like ragdolls, if it had not been for their seat belts. When the force stopped, Oliver would cough, blood coming from his jaw. It was broken, his nose popped out of place, and glass cut him up pretty bad. He would look with little strength, and saw Pinkie Pie. She was crunched up, and seemed knocked out. Oliver tried to check her veins, and they were still pumping, he looked behind him to see Twilight, her body showing obvious agony, and she groaned as her two black eyes, and cut up skin made her feel intense pain. Ditzy doo laid silent, and her arm was broken. Oliver tried to crawl over to help her, but he would pass out from pain, and exhaustion.

God damn it Oliver. . . You fucked up again. . . Please be okay, please be okay! Oliver opened his eyes here and there, to see paramedics freeing them from the car. Firemen using the jaws of life on the vehicle. He passed out, and Twilight Sparkle tried to stay awake, out of fear of a concussion. She would moan in pain as the paramedics tried to talk to her, but she couldn’t quite get anything out, just mumbles that were filled with blood. They put some strange collar on her neck, trying to keep it open, as they put her in an even bigger hunk of metal then what she was just saved from. She tried to look to her side, but the paramedics did not allow her. They tried to say something to her, but her ears were ringing, she couldn’t quite make out what they were saying.

Pinkie Pie would do exactly what the paramedics said. Her once curly, and energetic hair, now straightened as it was soaked in blood. She felt terrible, she insisted that she sat in the front. She must have distracted Oliver, or made him do something. She was told when they were driving there, that Driving takes concentration, when all Pinkie Pie was trying to do was play a simple game of peek a boo. The girl cringed in pain, but still stayed silent.

Ditzy doo was scared, frightened, and in a lot of pain. Her arm, and her left leg were broken, which made her cringe in intense pain. Why must this happen to me? Ditzy Doo asked herself as she tried to cooperate, but she was too busy crying. In both the pain from the crash, and the pain of never being able to have a good day , without something bad happening. She would get loaded into the same van as Oliver, and before she fell asleep, she felt a warm grasp around her little hand, which was starting to morph back into it’s hoof form. Oliver looked over to her, and gave her the most he can manage of a smile.

“It’s ok. . . .” Oliver said, struggling to stay awake.

“Oliver. . . . I’m sorry we ever came here.” Ditzy managed to say, which made Oliver chuckle, and look to the van roof.

“Yeah, well. . . . Being sorry, doesn’t change it. Besides, either way, Charles is going to kill me.”