One Day Like This

I awoke sore eyed and bushy tailed. Her horn stuck out close to my eye. I probably hit it many times in the night. She was blissfully asleep. I didn’t want to wake her up, she just looked too comfortable. I went out and got her a cup of hot coffee; I felt like she was going to need it. When I got back, she was still out. I looked at her in my room, then at the pictures. I noticed that I did a pretty good job without her there, but I also noticed a sticky note that lay on them. It read “Nice! Maybe you can draw more of me. I’ll bring my bass cannon next time!” I didn’t know whether she meant more pictures, or more of her, but I’ll figure that detail out later. I heard a rustle and a yawn. When I turned my head, I saw her, sitting up on my bed. I went downstairs to grab the coffee. It was 10:00. I brought her the magical liquid you normal ponies drink. I know it’s the caffeine, but why not a soda? You get caffeine from that too, why does it have to be a bitter brown liquid? Well, she grabbed it with her magic anyways and proceeded to drink. No thank you’s or anything. I guess she was tired. As she drank the boiling hot, brown liquid, her eyes made a left-to-right wave of blinking. I had no windows in my room, so my desk lamp was on. The way the light shone on her and her eyes was astonishingly beautiful. I probably didn’t notice this in my flustered state yesterday, but her eyes were a beautiful shade of magenta, as gorgeous and radiant as her hair. I lied down beside her so she had company. Why I owned a big bed, meant for two, I’ll never know. It didn’t matter to me though, she was beside me. In our time of silence, she spoke up.

”Octy’s probably expecting me. Should I go? I want to spend all of the time in the world with you.” She said this in a half mumble and half normal manner. I thought whether Octavia needed her. Octavia from what I heard from Vinyl was very careful with what she did. She always wanted it to go right. Well, should she stay or should she go?

”Yeah. Not to be rude, but I do think you should go home. I have a feeling that Octavia’s gonna want you. I want to spend all of the time in the world with you too though, so maybe if you get some free time, we can hang out at the Sugarcube again, on me.”

”Sounds lovely. How does 4:00 sound? Maybe we could go to dinner at that café. What’s the name of it again?”

”I don’t know. Everypony just refers to it as the Café. But that sounds lovely, maybe we could go to the Sugarcube corner after the café. I’ll see you there at 4:00?”

”Sounds lovely, my little cutie.” She pecked my cheek. I offered to go downstairs to grab her stuff while she fixed her hair and stuff, you know, girl things. Well, I grabbed her shades, led her to the door and kissed her goodbye. I’m not being rude, but she probably was needed at home. I went upstairs to draw only to find a CD on my pictures with another sticky note saying to not let anyone else listen to this. I shrugged and put it in my laptop (graciously gifted to me by my parents) and proceeded to listen to it. The song serenaded me with wubs and the lyrics all spoke of me. I only knew this because at first, she said “Mr. Fancy Wings.” Again, I would let you wonderful ponies listen to it, but she told me not to. Sorry!

I couldn’t wait until four. I was too happy. I couldn’t sit still, nor could I even think straight. I basically spent the rest of the day getting ready to impress her. I wanted her to have a good time. I thought of Nightmare Night coming up and decided I should go out with my fangs bared, as a joke. I also made my eyes red, because I had the ability to do so. I thought it’d be fun and funny. When four rolled along though, I got a hoodie and sweatpants on. I wanted to look suspicious as a joke. I didn’t know how badly it would end, but let’s just say it did. I’ll describe it, because that’s my job as a storyteller here, but I just want you to know this beforehand. I went outside to see ponies giving me side glances. I think this is when that Aspergers thing came into play, because every single other pony, including Vinyl gave me weird looks. At least my attire was fit for the Vinyl level of cleanliness and the weather. I ducked into the closest ally as nonchalantly as possible and changed my face. I made myself look normal. I went back to Vinyl who was happy to see me like I was, but honestly, I find it more comfortable to have all that stuff out. We stopped by the café to see a waiter waiting to seat us. When we got to our table, we had some chat.

”So, what gave you that idea to be a vampire out and about?” Vinyl looked concerned when she said this, so I thought a truthful answer was in order.

”Well, I thought it would be funny, that’s all. I have this thing called Aspergers, I don’t know what it does, but with my magical deduction skills, I have a feeling it involves that decision and my awkwardness.”

”Baby, you’re not awkward, you’re perfect. I wish I had known you before a couple of days ago. I just love you so much. I want all of Equestria to understand you. But, of course, there are some fucked up ponies out there. *cough*KingSombra*cough*. They only want to watch the world burn.”

”Well, I don’t know. Here comes the waiter. How should I tell him I’m not hungry? Quickly.”

”I don’t know, uh. Maybe. Uh. Well…. Get a Daisy Sandwich and I’ll eat it, I’ll just order a bag of chips.”

”Good Evening. May I ask what you would prefer to drink tonight?”

”I’m not thirsty. Thank you.” I hope he believed it, because who the hell goes to a restaurant and doesn’t order a drink. His face seems shocked. Shit….

”I’ll have a Cola, please.” Oh Vinyl. Always the soda with you.

”Do you know what you’ll be having tonight?”

”I’ll just have a Daisy Sandwich, thank you.” I handed him my menu.

”I’m not that hungry, so I’ll just have some potato chips, thank you.” She handed him her menu.

Once our orders were clear, it wouldn’t take long for our food to come out, considering they had Daisy Sandwiches pre-made recently and bags of potato chips. It only took a minute or so until our food came out. She ate happily, with the gaps of her not eating being filled with idle conversation. After I paid for the bill we were on our way, Vinyl asked me a question.

”So, I was wondering if you wanted to ‘make some art’ tonight. If you know what I mean.”

I couldn’t move. I was redder than I normally was and just couldn’t move. It seemed like we barely knew each other, and she was rushing it, but I wanted to. I looked at her and nodded my head. “I’ll get my pencils ready for you, I wonder what pose you’ll take. I guess that part’s up to you.” I felt cool for saying this because Vinyl blushed immediately. Nice job, you told Aspergers to shut up.

We arrived home for her to tell me to get ready downstairs while she prepared upstairs. Simply put, I got ready and came upstairs to find the perfect subject. I’ll leave it at the thought of you knowing that we made art that night. Some of her favorite kinds of art. Mine too.