Author's Note

So. Yeah. Been a while since this story had any updates... hope this helps

I Could Get Used To This

I can't sleep. Too many thoughts running through my head, I mean, I actually had a good time...

As I lay there, face staring up at the light blue ceiling of Pinkie's room, I couldn't help but look down at the ball of fluff dangling onto my side. She's simply too cute for words to describe, she's laying across my chest with the happiest smile I've ever seen on her face. And I should know, I've seen her smile quite a lot in my time here.

She looks so... So adorable, and sweet, and simply... I don't know, I can't put this into words.

What the hell are you doing, mate? This is Pinks, your bbfl, not someone you can spend a night with!

Why can't she be both?

...Because she's a pony, Mason. A horse with hooves and a muzzle!

Not the worst thing around here, you know. You look at this cuddly little ball of cotton candy and not agree, you dark asshole.

Your choice, not mine.

Lightly banging my head against her backboard, and I could hear her starting to wake up, so I did the only thing that came to mind; bring my arm around her and bring her as close to me as possible, delighting in her small whimper of defiance.

Moaning slightly and cracking an eye open she looked at me, mane in its usual curls dangling ever her face. Bringing a hand gently over her cheek, I slid her curls out of the way and saw her lips form a small smile, one I could tell she was sincere about.

"Mmm, you're so warm, massy.. I don't wanna get up todaaaaay" she complained, stretching out and holding my arm tighter.

"Well I actually like getting paid. So I'm getting up with or without you cutting off the circulation in my arms."

Complaining and refusing to let go, she flashed me her puppy dog eyes and slowly started to put my arm down.

"Oh so cozy you two look." Mrs. Cake said from the hallway, creaking the door open.

"Try knocking next time." Mason told her, picking Pinkie up with him and standing her on all fours.

Taking a squinted look at them, she hummed as she walked out the room, "You should take the day off Mason, you've been working pretty hard lately."

I just stood there nodding casually, "You sure? Okay I guess, not going to turn that down."

"You too, Pinkie! We can handle things!" She called from the steps.

"Wowy WOW! We both get the day off like I wanted, how weird is that?!" She said, excited.

"Yeah.. Strange isn't it?"

She smiled and grabbed my hand with her mouth, leading me back to her bed.

I guess she doesn't have anything to do with this.. Pinks can't lie to me at all, even when she tries.

"I'm just happy we don't have to clean up all the stuff we packed into the broom closet. That would be a nightmare!" She said.

I sat on the bed and thought for a second. "Wait. Pinkie, we never put anything in the closet." I told her.

"Really? Then I guess it was just me who filled it with the leftover pudding we were mud wrestling in." She giggled and laughed while I only thought one thing now.

"We should go." I picked up Pinkie and started running through Sugarcube Corner, passing Mr. Cake and out the doors, leaving them swinging.

"Mason, why'd we have to leave?! I'm still tired." She yawned and closed her eyes, snuggling into my arm as I kept running.

"Because I know the first thing Mrs. Cake does in the morning , EVERY morning."

"EE-AAHH! THERE'S PUDDING IN MY EARS!" Cup Cake screeched from the bakery, which happened to be shrinking in the distance.

I fell to my knees after a few more sprinting sessions just to make sure we were far enough away. "Pinkie... I think this is... Where I die." I collapsed after letting her go and rolled to my back, breathing heavily.

Pinkie stretched and yawned, rubbing her eye as she looked around. "You're taking me for a game of paintball?!" She yelled happily.

"What? Where did that come from?"

"Well, usually tall grass and trees means paintball.." She said, obviously.

"Sweet Satan, do I worry about you at times, Pinks."

"Who's Satan?"

I chuckled at her lack of knowledge. "The greatest man I have ever sold my soul to. Makes great burritos."

She just stared at me with her usual, 'whatever you say' face and began hopping all around me as i laid on the dirt finally breathing normally. I sat up, stopping her with a hand grabbing her tail as she kept bouncing in place.

"What ya wanna do today Massy? We have the whooooooole day to decide!" She asked with a quick turn as she faced me.

"You know, even that I've lived here for so long I have never really seen the restaurants. Wanna go get breakfast?" I proposed.

"Oh my gosh! I know the perfect place, you'll love it." She told me with a jerk from her hooves.

She led me back into town and through the main streets (one being mane street lel) then up to a small cafe with a modern sort of look to it. Metal stools and chairs outside with little patio tables where Pinkie chose for us to sit. The atmosphere was pleasant I guess, I mean, nopony was staring since they saw me at the bakery but I was thinking they might be shocked to see the hermit leave his abode.

"Watcha looking at, Massy?" Pinkie asked, drowning out my strange thoughts.

"Eh, nothing. Pay it no mind." I picked up the small menu the was tucked into the parasale's stand through the table and flipped it around. "It's made of wood... Of course it's made of wood. There's like ten items on this thing Pinkie, I thought it was a restaurant?"

"I never said it would elegant sillyhead. It's ponyvilles cafe, they keepit basic, and I know you like basic."

Well she wasn't wrong, I do like things to be as simple as possible. Especially in this world of constant herorics and colourful explosions. Guess she picked well.

"What about you though? You like things to be specific to the extreme. What are you going to order?" I swear if she pulls out another cake like that sleepover at Purplesmarts' I'm gonna just give up.

"I always come here with Twilight for breakfast and order a coffee with a few pancakes, I'm fine."

"Wait really? No ice cream sundaes overflowing in fudge and cookie dough?" I asked surprised.

"You'd be surprised, hehe." She said with a closed eyed smile as the waitress came by, putting our conversation on hold.

"Hello, welcome to the ponyville cafe. My name's Ashy Apron, can I take your order?" There's something else I will never grasp with ponies. The names. Are you just named randomly then your cutie mark just goes with your name?! Damn you Equestrian gods.

"Yes indeedy! I'll have a black coffee and half a stack of pancakes please. "

"Alrighty. And you, then?" She asked with a slight look at my body. I know it's weird, but I thought after three years they'd get used to it. Spike's the same just with a tail and well.. spikes.

"Uhh," I looked over the menu quickly and saw my favourite dish. "Oh wow, you guys actually have this here? I'll take the cream cheese green peppers and a coffee as well."

"No problem, I'll be back soon with your meals." Apron saI'd as she trotted to the kitchen.

"Why so surprised?" Pinkie asked.

"You said simple. Cream cheese bell peppers are not simple." I raised an eyebrow.

"It's one of their best selling dishes for breakfast, that's all." She told me me with a serene look over at the little foals running after each other just outside the school yard. "I wish I could be little again..." Ssighed.

I just stared at her; I bet anything that's not what she's really thinking...

"Yeah, me too. Not a care in the world and you can play as much as you want." I thought back to my childhood and chuckled. "I remember this one time with my friends we had gone exploring in the woods near my house and found an abandoned greenhouse. It may not sound so cool, but it was beautiful to us and looked like our own little house. It was filled with wild roses and raspberries, even had a little bed like on a ship, up top over the glass. We played in it for hours until I fell and got stuck between the floorboards." I smiled, remembering the chaos I was in when I got home and showed my mother the cuts on my leg. What a day...

"Sounds like you had quite the backyard from what you told me about your world. So many buildings, so little trees. I couldn't imagine ponyville like that."

"You're lucky you never will haha. I had a great backyard. West of town and all by ourselves with the beach but a few hundred meters. Was great."

Talking for a few more minutes about Pinkies childhood on the rock farm then the day she discovered her talent, our food came and we ate in silence. Not an awkward silence like the one I usually have by myself, thinking about how to make it through the day without seeing a pony fully break into tears. A calm, reluctant silence that we both enjoyed, glancing at each other every now and then as we watched ponies go about their day.

By the time we were finished it was about ten thirty in the morning so we placed our bits on the table and thanked Apron on our way passed the doorway. I asked Pinkie where she was leading us but she said it was a surprise for me.

...I don't like surprises.
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"Where IS that girl at? We've been waiting for nearly ten minutes now." The posh pony said aloud in a huff to her two friends.

"Oh come on, Rarity. She's probaby still with Mason you can't just expect her to hurry over here when she has him do you?" Twilight told her with a knowing smile.

"Hmph, I still don't understand WHAT she sees in him." She added with a flip of her violet mane.

"Clearly something we don't, so I think you should try to be just a little nicer to him. Especially when She's around." She laughed and finished setting the speakers up she got from Vinyl the earlier.
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"Okay, okay. Jesus Christ Pinks." I opened the door to Spergles library, and kept my eyes shut. I wandered in, expecting Twilight to ask why the hell I had my eyes closed but all I heard was a random audio buzz. "Wait. Was that a speaker?" I opened my eyes and saw the biggest set up of randomly sized speakers in existence. There had to be at least fifty speakers all ranging from head to fridge size.

"Thought you might like to share your music?" Pinkie said sheepishly from beside me. I looked at Twilight and she smiled then saw Rarity as she looked away. I was about to say something but Pinkie beat me to it, "Rarity, that's not nice. At least say hello, he hasn't done anything." Oh... thanks Pinks.

She sighed and looked right through me, "Hello Mason. Fluttershy sends her regards."

"Hey Prissy. I bet she does."

"Ugh, can you two stop this childish nonsense for just a day?" Twilight inquired, Clearly already exhausted by us. "Just come over here and plug in your iPod. I make a Jack for it from what Vinyls headphones and your iPod look like."

I strolled up there as debinare as I could, glaring at the ivory bitch all the while and plugged in my iPod. "So you want to hear some music?"

They nodded except for Rarity who laughed and told me, "I wouldn't call anything you enjoy music."

I was ready to let fly the insults but Pinkie looked up at me pleading with her eyes, telling me not to do it. Not to start a war between her friends. I took a calming breath and flipped from my rock to my classical and put on My favourite of all classical music; Beethovens seventh symphony.

As soon as I hit play, I realised how loud the speakers were and almost covered my ears. I looked and saw Raritys face slowly forming one of shock and then she had to cover her mouth with a hoof as I could see her almost in tears from the first minute and a half.

When the song ended, I hit stop and just kinda leaned against the table my iPod was on, looking at Rarity. "Not what you were expecting, huh?"

She only shook her head, hoof still slightly covering her mouth. "T-that... That was the most beautiful thing I've ever heard..." she whispered.

"Good. I'm glad you have a great taste in music." Silence hung for a second before I broke it. "He was deaf."

"Who?" They all asked.

"Beethoven. The artist. He was deaf."

They were all in shock before Twilight asked, "Then how could he make music? Or even know what it sounded it?"

"He wrote it down and in his age they were creating tools already to help keep rythym. But they created a device for him because he was so talented in his first symphony, so he could continue. it measured the beats and notes by going back and forth, so even without hearing he could understand what it was like. He created a huge amount of symphonies and each was more beautiful than the last. That was his seventh, my personal favourite for a reason as you can tell."

Again, the silence overtook before Rarity walked over and nuzzled my hand slightly before looking up. "I'm so, so sorry for the things I've done to you and said, Mason. You're not anything like I thought you were. I shouldn't have judged a book by it's cover."

I... I actually had to feel my pulse for a moment. Nope, I'm alive still. "N-no problem Rares... I wasn't being the nicest of company to begin with. I just had a problem with you thinking you could talk to me like that... guess we both got caught up in the others ways. I'm sorry too, can you forgive me?"

"Oh darling, you're forgiven alright. As long as I am as well?" She said hopefully.

"Y-yeah... Of course." She grazed my hand again and sat on a pillow, ushering the girls over to sit down with her.

"Do you think we might be able to hear more? Not just classical but any you might like?" She asked politely.

I slowly nodded and put it on party mix, the first song being Painted Black. I walked over as nd was about to sit down on Pinkies side but they patted a pillow in the middle and sat down, Rarity leaning on my side as Pinks sat in my lap curling up, with Twilight on my other side.

"I knew you would get along..." Pinkie said happily and a small poke to my chest.

"I... I could get used to it."