The glasses and the photos
“Do you ever talk? I've never seen you talk, much less react to anything.” Pip asked his little partner in mischief, Featherweight.
It was lunch time at the Ponyville Central high, which, funnily enough wasn’t a high school, but just a middle school, Feather had always thought it was weird that the building was so named, but then again, Featherweight found pretty much everything weird, that was why he had his camera, to detect and document the oddities in the world. And whether it would be nature or just the peculiar way the sun shone and reflected light on the glasses of her school mate fillies.
Feather was obsessed with glasses, on one hand they looked stylish, they added that awkward mare and nerdy filly feel to everypony, well, everypony female, in fact there had been a very famous pop star who wore them, and that look was popularized, so much that fake glasses were in vogue for a little while, not to mention Harry Trotter! On the other they served a practical use, and though they were just to correct the vision, Feather always thought they did something even better, they hide away the views and emotions from the outside world, sure, a skilled face reader could still read the expressions from the muzzle, but, to a random pony, one with like, let’s say, Feather, it was impossible to distinguish between a sad pony and a happy pony. Not that Feather could do that normally, but still.
After a couple of blinks, and a couple of hoofs to the shoulder, Feather reconnected with the world, he had been lost in his thoughts, again. That tended to happen a lot, really.
“Hum, yeah.” He half laughed, then realized the other pony was serious. “I...hum, don’t really tend to talk all that much, I express myself trough pictures.”
Pip looked at him
.
“Of course you do”
Feather pulled his photographic camera to the front of his face and looked, she angled it, getting a nice angle and took the photography.
This would the 91st photography he took of twist. He didn't know why but he liked Twist, in fact he liked Twist very much. He liked liked her a lot.
On the other side of the cafeteria there sat the filly being photographed, Twist, she was surrounded by other fillies but she couldn't help but look at the colt two tables away. Feather.
Now she had liked a lot of colts during her short life, she had liked Button, for example, but she had never quite felt that strongly. Now she didn’t exactly know why, or how, but somehow he had grown on her. Like a fungus, but only nicer. She made a comparison, like the cakes she baked, after she put the yeast.
She was chatting with Dinky, the regular bookworm of the place, but she wasn't really paying attention, she was talking about the kind of stuff that interested her the least, books. Twist had a case of dyslexia, so to her reading didn't come naturally, colts on the other hand....
She smiled, seeing the camera, though she didn’t know she had a high suspicion that she took photos of her, little did she know that Feather had filled the bedroom walls of his bedroom with photos of her.
Not that It mattered for the photo of them, along with the rest of the class, taken at the end of the previous year, had been cut so that they were side by side, and circled with hearts, and it was currently glued to the first page of Twist’s notebook.
They liked each other, that was certain but it would be with the interference of two ponies, Dinky and Pipsqueak, that they’d finally be together.
“You fancy her, don’t you, Featherweight?” little Pip asked, though he wasn't so little anymore, he had, with the onset of puberty grown.
At the same time, two tables away, Dinky finally found out that her monologue and tirade sorted no reaction from her audience, her friend, so she asked her.
“Looking at that young colt again?”
Both Twist and Feather blushed,, at pretty much the same time, a fact that did not went unnoticed by Pip and Dinky. Pip and Dinky had had an intense relationship, that was the main talk of the previous semester, but now it had died down, though they remained in contact, and, after school ended, later that night, on their irc chatroom (protected of anyone else) they set up a plan.
The good old make up an excuse and lock them in the same room, they had seen it in a cartoon once, and it had worked there, so they hoped it worked.
“Alright Dinky, are they in position?”
“They sure are”
“Lock the doors”
The sound of the door closing startled the two ponies, one who had been sitting there for a few minutes waiting for her friend to study with her, and one that had just arrived, under the pretense of something cool he could photograph.
Twist locked at the door and saw the colt, she blushed, hiding her muzzle further into the notebook.
Feather noticed her, and decided to approach, oh so cautiously, he approached, and kept staring at her, trough the glasses.
She couldn't have been redder. She just hoped he would leave.
Feather saw her blush but didn't know why, he never wanted to leave....
He talked for the first time, a short hoarse “hey”
She let out a high pitch, barely heard “Hey” to him.
They looked at one another.
“Celestia she’s gorgeous.” Feather thought.
“Oh, he’s so close! I could touch him!” she thought.
“Are they kissing yet?” Dinky asked Pip, that was slyly observing trough the windows
“Don’t think so”
“Darn it, let me help”
Dinky opened the door and pushed Feather aside, despite the protests of her friend she grabbed her notebook and opened it up on
the first page. Displaying it to Feather.
“Oh no! The photo!” Twist was mortified, and all she could do no was stare at Dinky with hate filled glares.
“I....it’s us but...”
“What does that mean? Why are we together? Why are there hearts”
Twist remained quiet
“You are clueless, she bloody likes you”
Feather nodded, not really sure she heard it correctly.
“Oh”
“Should I....should I kiss her?”
Dinky almost facehooved, she gave him a nudge, making him approach her friend
“Do it”
And he did
And all was well.
The “will you be my fillyfriend” request was formalized not 2 minutes after, and it was accepted, Gladly. And though Twist wore glasses, Feather didn't need to remove them to see the happiness in her frame.
Author's Note
Third Story in English this was a request by EclipseLunarSol, I hope you enjoy it, and whoever else reads it, I hope you enjoy it too, now, with publishing three stories in a day, I think I'll take a break and go to sleep, enjoy!
