Chapter 4: Close call

“Hey we are home early.”  My dad’s loud voice boomed through the door.  Shit this can’t be good.

“Oh, hey Mom, and Dad.  Why again are you home so early?”  I asked trying my hardest not to sound nervous.  Normally I was pretty good at covering up emotion from my voice when I needed to.

        “Well even though today is only Thursday we decided to leave early for our trip.  We figured that you can hold down the house on your own.  Call your sister if you have any problems.  We are already packed, and just need your help to carry the luggage to the car.”

Well isn't this just a blessing in disguise.  This couldn’t of panned out better in my head actually.  All I need to do is help them bring out their luggage.  Wave goodbye.  Then it’s easy street for a few weeks.  And helping Pinkie Pie shouldn’t take that long.  Well that’s if the others are in this area.  I still have no idea how the hell we are going to find them all.

“Yeah sure.”  I said still trying not to sound nervous.  I hope they don’t suspect something is up.

I finally loaded all the luggage.  I still don’t understand why they needed so much stuff.  Ten suitcases is just overboard.  Still at least they haven’t said I’ve been acting weird.  While my Mom was in the car, situating things, I saw my Dad walking up to me.  Shit, hopefully it’s just to say goodbye.

        “Hey, I didn’t want to bring this up by your Mom, but I saw through the kitchen window a girl with pink hair running off to the basement.”

“Yeah, well you see, about that.  She is just a friend and she is really shy you know.  And I didn’t want to embarrass her or anything-”  I stammered out nervously.  Shit, I’m fucked.

“Don’t make up excuses.  You and I both know why she is here.”

Shit, this doesn’t sound good at all.  I don’t think I can bullshit my way out of this one.

“I’m not going to say anything to your mother.  Just don’t do anything stupid alright?  You are eighteen now.  Don’t fuck up your life or anything just to have some “fun”.  I still expect you to go to College.”

“Thanks Dad.  And don’t worry I won’t do anything stupid.”  Well that’s not true.  I answered the door when she rang the doorbell.

“Okay, we will be back later.  Don’t burn the house down or anything.”

“Everything will be the way it was when you get back.  Don’t worry.  Love you guys.  See you when you get back.”  I said and waved.

They waved back, and pulled out and drove to the airport near our house.  Well that worked out perfectly.  Now I need to get to just call Stewart.  Try to pass off Pinkie as a lost girl who needs to find her friends.  Than everything will just work out fine.  Well hopefully.  I get a feeling this is all going to seem better in theory.

I walked back into my house, and called for Pinkie.  “Hey Pinkie it’s safe to come out now.  Coast is clear, and everything went better than I first suspected.”

“HI!”  She nearly screamed from behind me.  Nearly giving me a heart attack in the processes.  Jesus christ why does she do that.

“FU- I mean hi.  I suppose you came up from the basement a little bit early.”

“Yep!  I got bored waiting so I decided to go into your room to learn more about you!”

“Why do you want to learn more about me exactly?”

“Well you know.  Because we are like best friends and stuff now right?  Best friends should know a lot about each other.”

“You are either hitting on me, or you want to throw me a party.”

“Wait what?  What do you mean hitting on you?  In PonyVille that means punching someone.  Sounds like something Rainbow Dash would do to someone she doesn’t like that keeps bothering her.”

“So you were planning on throwing me a party?”

“Um no, of course not!  Why would I do that!?”  She stammered out.

“It’s okay if you want to throw me a party.  It’s what you do isn’t it?”  Shit that means I just admitted that I actually believe she is from PonyVille.

“It is!  Great!  But you can’t know when it happens.  Because then it won’t be a surprise!  So be on your heels!”

“Haha, yeah, sounds like fun.”  Truth is, I hate parties.  But since it’s clear she is just reverting back to her nature to cover up her sadness from losing her friends.  Can’t help but feel sorry for her.  I should now call Stewart.  Hopefully he feels like driving us around all day.  Because unless she has implanted tracking chips into all of her friends to know where they are at every moment during the day.  I don’t think it is going to be all that easy.  Unless she is like her “Cupcakes” version.  Then in that case.  I should probably refrain from eating anymore of her cupcakes.

“Hey Pinkie.  I’m going to call my friend Stewart.  Hopefully he can come over and help us find your friends.”

“Cool!  But how are you going to contact him?  It’s not like you can simply talk to him without him being near you.  Are you going to write him a letter?  But then how are you going to send it?  I don’t see a baby dragon around here to help you with that.”

“Pinkie.  Do you see this?”  I asked point to a telephone.

“Yep!  What is it?  How are you going to talk to him with that?”  She asked in a quizzical manner.

“Yes.  It’s called a telephone.  To contact someone on it.  You just simply dial a number into the device.  And then like magic, he will get a ring.  And once he picks up, I can talk to him.”  I said trying to keep things as simple as possible.  I don’t want spend two hours explaining the science of telephones to her.

“Oh, okay!  Sounds cool!  Can I talk to him?  Can I?  Can I?  Can I? PLEASE!”

“You can talk to him when he gets here.”

“Okay!  I bet we are going to be the greatest of friends!  But you will still be my best friend!  Since you have done so much to help me.”

“Yeah no problem.  It’s nothing.”  I say feeling somewhat embarrassed for no particular reason.

“Hey is there anything you guys do to repay favors here?  I bet I owe you a BUNCH!”  She said sounding as cheery as ever.  Did I sense a.. Mischievous tone to her voice?

“Um, yeah I do have a favor to ask you actually.”

“Oh what’s that!”  She said sounding ecstatic.

“Well, you see people don’t really know about you.  Other than me.  So the favor I’m going to ask you is simply to keep very, very, VERY discreet.”

“Oh okay.  Got ya.  No problem Captain!  You can count on me!”  She said in her Cheery voice again.  No sexual undertones hinted.  I’m here to help her.  Not take advantage of her.  Although she does look very pretty.  Her curves are very inviting.  But again.  I’m a gentleman.  I’m NOT going to take advantage of a girl in need.  Although her voice didn’t exactly sound innocent when she asked me.  Probably just thinking too far into it.

I dialed Stewarts number into the telephone.  Pinkie Pie stood ideally by.  Probably hoping to hear the conversation.

“Hey Main.”  Stewart said as he answered the phone.  That was his nickname for me.  Some kid at our school that he harbored deep hatred for was also named Matthew.  So he choose Main as an alternative.

“Hey.  I kind of have a problem.”  I said trying to sound as serious as possible.

“Oh yeah what’s that?  Did you die twenty times in Call of Duty again.”

“I only suck at that game because I dislike it greatly.”

“No you dislike the game because you suck at it.”  He sarcastically said back.  Well he does have a point.  I’m sure the fact that I suck at the game doesn’t add to my enjoyment.

“No, but really.  There is girl with me.  And we need your help with something.”

“Main, I’m not bringing you condoms.”

“No asshole.  It’s not like that.”  I said with a hint of laughter in my voice.  I have to admit.  I do wish that was the problem we were having and not the current one.

“Then what is it Fatone.”  His other nickname for me.  We are good friends.  Not nice ones.

“Well faggot.  The girl that is over at my house is currently lost.  And according to her, so are her friends.”

“And this relates to me how?”

“Well, don’t you want to be a gentlemen and help a lady in need.”

“I don’t pay for my gas with gentlemanly deeds you know.”

“Did I mention that she is very hot?”  That should get his attention.

“Well then.  I’ll be over in about 20 minutes.”  He seemed to make up his mind pretty fast.

“You are an asshole you that right?”  I say with a joking tone to my voice.

“It’s not my fault I’m attracted to women.”

“I’m pretty sure you are attracted to men.  But that is besides the point.”  I say with my say joking tone.

“You wish.  Like I said, I’ll be over in about 20 minutes.”

“Okay man.  I’ll see you when you get here.”

“Bye.”  He says then hangs up.  Wonder what he was doing.  Probably playing Call of Duty like normal.

“Okay Pinkie.  He will be over in about 20 minutes.”  Fuck.  How am I going to explain her name to him.  He watches My Little Pony too.  He is sure to connect the dots.  Fuck it.  I’ll worry about that when he is knocking on the front door.

“Great!”  She says obviously happy about being able to search for her friends.  Well I hope they get along.  Stewart doesn’t like overly bubbly personalities.  And that is Pinkies personality in a nutshell.  Oh well, he will get use to it.

“So.  What are we going to do while we wait for him?”  She asks.

“I don’t know.  Probably just hang out until he arrives.”  I said.  Did I hear a hint of that same mischievousness in her voice again?  Shit.  Why would she be for lack of a better turn horny?  Ponies never seemed like that in the show.  What the fuck am I saying.  Of course they don’t.  It’s a fucking kids show for Christ sakes.  And since she can’t be from a television show, she must be very confused.  Maybe she hit her head and has a concussion or something.  Hopefully that is it.

I take her to our couch.  And we sit down.  She sits pretty close to me.  And starts humming a tune to herself as we wait.  I just stare a hole into the wall in front of me.  Hoping that if she is in fact... excited.  She doesn’t plan on acting on it.  That’s when I feel her hand on my arm.  Well shit, there goes that hope.

“Hey Matt.  I was wondering.  Do you think I am... uh.  Pretty?”

Fuck.  Come on Stewart.  Hurry the fuck up and get here.