Crossing Love

Written by Trilandpk

Edited/Proofread JustYourNotRegularBrony

1 Week Later

So it’s been one week since Cadence exploded into my life, literally, she sent me flying into a tree and broke a few bones. Anyway with that information I was sure she was just a figment of my imagination, not real, fake. Whatever you want to think of it as; the point is I didn’t think she was actually real. So imagine the shock I received once I had woken up the next morning to my blaring TV and a screaming Cadence, clinging to me, tears matting her fur and horn beginning to power up; she wasn’t the only one to scream their head off that morning.

Once we had calmed down and I was able to coherently form sentences without tripping over myself, mostly about how implausible the situation we were currently in was, we were able to talk, without me thinking I was unconscious; although I still thought I was dead. I went over everything I remembered from my apparent ‘Dream’ and she assured me all of what happened was truthful, even the parts where I had… touched her.

Since that day I spent the next week away from work, under the identity of extreme gastro and was unable to leave the bathroom for more than ten minutes; my boss was not impressed to say the least. I spent the last six days teaching Cadence about technology and how I usually went about my daily life, she inturn scorched and destroyed quite a lot of my belongings, angering me to quite the high extent; luckily I have an anger threshold that is a little more than a threshold and more like a ballroom, I quickly forgave her every time. There was one thing she seemed increasingly fascinated in, it was the history of humans, or as she said hoomans, the other piece of human engineering she became quickly fascinated in was the internet.

When I first booted up my computer and showed her what it could do she was envious to say the least, it wasn’t long before I felt my laptop lift away from me and settle itself in her lap, coincidently to my immediate left. She banged around on that little piece of equipment for countless minutes, her eyes growing bigger by the second as she managed to open a browser, my laughter increasing with each growing second due to how confused she actually was; especially when she managed to launch a game from the desktop.

Computers and Internet aside there wasn’t actually much more I taught her about, so she started to teach me, about her world and the ponies that inhabited it. I quickly found out her world wasn’t anything like my own, her world was peaceful, her world was full of love and kindness, and the most shocking thing was that her world was devoid of war and hatred.

When I first heard this I was sure she was joking with me, but the look of utter truthfulness silenced this concern of mine. She however went on and on about two ponies in particular, one a stallion which was their equivalent to male, the other was a mare; their female equivalent. They were both related to each other and she seemed to brighten up my entire house whenever she was telling me about them, one went by the name Twilight Sparkle, the other was a name I was already familiar with, Shining Armour; her fiancé.

Well that’s enough retelling the story and I’d better get back to the present, before I lose myself in the memories of how funny it was to find a screaming Cadence covered in shaving cream, I’d never laughed so hard before.

I let out a loud yawn as my arms flung out above the felt headrest of the couch, my hands clenched into fists and my eyes closed, Cadence was sitting next to me and although she resisted the urge to yawn I was able to see her muzzle scrunch through my half blind state. “Come on” I whispered gently, my breath sending small waves of movement through her fur, causing her muzzle to scrunch up yet again. “Let it out” I continued, “You know you want to yawn.”

I’d been purposely yawning the entire day just to annoy Cadence, she let it slip that when she yawned she looked much less than regal and it was embarrassing. I on the other hand found it incredibly funny when she yawned and most of the time was unable to contain my laughter from just being laughter, falling on the floor was no rare occurrence when Cadence reared her sleepy head.

Cadence on the other hand was less than happy and every time I was unable to get her to yawn with my own, she was allowed to cast a semi harmless spell on me, although what she and I considered semi harmless was definitely abstracted. Just before she removed my mouth, in hopes of preventing my yawning escapade, almost suffocating me in the process, apparently she can breathe almost completely the same whether it’s her mouth or nose. Although human’s can breathe through their noses much like Cadence was able to, we however found it very hard to survive solely on air from our noses, she’d been apologizing for the last twenty minutes because of this.

“Do you want me to remove your mouth again?” she stated ambiguously, a small smirk adorning her muzzle, I however was taken aback she would threaten me with that again, immediately moving away from her on the couch.

“No sorry” I quickly replied while a squalid expression now covered my face.

I felt my clothes lift me into the air, a light blue aura covering my body as I slowly moved back over to Cadence, who plucked me from the air and pulled me into an embrace. “Don’t worry Jackson” she penitently responded with a smile as wide as my previous smile, “I’d never do that again” she reassured me.

“Oh” I stupidly stated, “Thanks then” I continued with a small blush as she pulled me into her chest, or rather her cleavage. She either didn’t notice or rather didn’t care and continued to hug me close before tossing me back across the couch, I hit the far armrest with a soft thud, somewhat cushioned by the padding on it.

“That’s for trying to make me yaw-“ she stopped and scrunched her muzzle up yet again, but was unable to stop the yawn that was shooting through her system, her mouth opened to speak but instead a large yawn erupted from it. My fear was replaced by laughter in an instant and I fell from the couch with a louder thud and a small groan.

“Every time it gets funnier and funnier” I almost cried out, my eyes were shut and I couldn’t see Cadence and the overwrought blush covering her muzzle.

Once I’d managed to recover from my fit, I stood up from the carpeted ground, dusting myself off I looked over at Cadence who was pouting in mock anger. “Jackson can you stop laughing at me whenever I yawn” she pleaded, refusing to look over at me.

I brought my hands up, weighing to decision I could make, “Fine I’ll try to not laugh next time you yawn” I conceded and made a motion as if a scale had been weighed in her favour. Before she could respond I continued “But you will allow me to sleep in my bed from now on.”

Cadence glared daggers at me, “You want to sleep with me? Regardless of my marital status” she spoke with disdain.

Oh crap that’s right, she’s the alicorn of Love I cursed myself in my own mind and stamped my foot in frustration. “Never mind then” I finished with a large sigh. I leant back on the balls of my feet while thinking, “How about you don’t disturb me every second when I’m using the computer?” I posed the request and Cadence immediately showed anger.

“But that’s- How will I learn about your world?” she asked, trying to find a logical reason as to why she should be able to watch me posting status updates and emailing friends. Cadence’s wings rustled uneasily before she lowered her head and simply said “Fine.”

That day I was able to finally message my parents about the breakup without Cadence interrupting me every three seconds, asking what I was doing and then trying to take over.

The next day I was up at the crack of dawn, rolling off of the couch, slamming my elbow against the coffee table; just my normal morning routine at this point. Standing off the ground I began the trek to the bathroom, dragging my work clothes behind me as I trudged along down the hallway, the faint piquant scent of Cadence filling my nostrils as I passed my bedroom and went into the bathroom.

I really need to ask her why I can smell something from her room every morning I thought to myself still half asleep, I opened the door to the bathroom and shambled inside with a small groan.

I hit the shower handle and a wave of water came down upon me in a rush, immediately waking me up as if I’d been fully awake the entire time. I went about my normal business and washed my body in slight haste, I didn’t want to be late for my first day back at work, I wonder how Cadence will react when I’m not here the entire day.

I continued to ponder these thoughts when my watch went off, signifying that I needed to leave in the next five minutes, engaging overdrive I immediately finished washing and leapt from the shower. I pulled my suit on and hurried to the kitchen, where the kettle was boiling and my phone vibrating to another alarm. I scrawled down a note and collected a small mug of coffee before leaving the house, locking the door behind me I allowed the cold air to hit me and send small shivers down my spine, my car chirped to life when I hit the small button on my key and I left my house behind for a hopefully bright day at work, though I had a feeling it would be quite the opposite.

Waking up in the small room was not the happiest moment I usually had in my days ever since arriving in this world, I’d stayed up most of the night crying about Shining yet again, although not as much as before; I’m almost accepting my fate of being here. I picked myself up and sat in the bed Jackson had been so kind as to provide, while he slept out on the hard couch, he claimed it was almost as comfortable as the bed but after I had sat on it I knew he was lying, that couch is almost like cement; were it not for the padding it would be cement.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up with a small sway, my eyes began to scan the room, wondering why I hadn’t been woken by Jackson and why the flat was so quiet. Leaving the bedroom I began to inspect the entire flat from the front door to the garage, which was empty and I found this strange seeing as there was usually a large metal carriage located in the garage. “Did he leave me?” I let the words slip through my mouth without even thinking about the implications that the voiced words would have on my fragile mind.

I was immediately overcome with worry and stress, running through the house, flinging doors open while yelling out Jackson’s name in a hurried voice. I explored the entire house and only had the kitchen and bedroom to look through, I’d run past it without looking, mainly because how could he hide in such a small kitchen and the bedroom because I was sleeping in there and why would he hide there. As I entered the kitchen my eye immediately caught a small piece of paper that sat on the edge of the countertop, picking it up I began to read through, a calmer expression working itself onto my face as my eyes read each consecutive line.

Once I was finished with the note I scrunched it up and let it fall limply to the ground, “Well what am I supposed to do?” I spoke with frustration, he never left his computer on and it was ‘protected by password’ as he said so that wasn’t an option. I stamped my foot again before setting to find something to do, my vision went from the kitchen to the living room and then to the hallway where I could see the doorway to the bedroom. “Guess I might as well make the bed.”

Once I’d finished making Jackson’s bed I surveyed the room before me, most of it was littered with clothes, my gaze stopped on the closet which Jackson never let me see the inside of, for reasons he refused to tell me; even he rarely wanted to open the door to the closet since my arrival. Without hesitation my hand reach out and felt the cool plastic handle of the closet, I barely had the chance to reconsider as my arm moved to the side, flinging the closet open and eliciting a gasp from myself.

I bent over in the closet and took in what I was looking at. Still amazed as to what I was looking at I reached a hand out and pulled a small photograph, turning the frame over I almost dropped it, there was Jackson and another hooman with him; it was a girl.

“Who’s this?” I asked myself, closely examining the photograph and the two figures that were inside it, my face became so close that my horn connected with the frame and immediately a bright light filled my vision.

“His heart is weak and prone to break” A soft yet familiar voice crooned, “That woman did damage not even time could heal, that damage will destroy him.”

Just like that I found myself sitting back on the ground, the photograph in my hands, a look of worry plastered on my face. “What happened with this woman?” I asked myself before tossing the photograph back into the closet, as if they were some disease ridden object that could infect me. “That was a horrid love” I spoke, almost growling the words “She was using his love against him, how foul” I continued to growl.

I pulled up in the driveway later that day, just as the sun was setting over the distant mountains, my gaze was forlorn and my mind was tired from the strenuous work today, my time off did not go unpunished and I had to catch up everything today in one shift. As I pulled the keys out of the ignition the car died and so did my enthusiasm of working the rest of the week, luckily it was only tomorrow; then I had the weekend.

I jumped from the car and made my way over to the front door, one of my hands clasping the keys while the other clasped the empty coffee thermos I’d taken this morning. I slid the keys into the front door and with a quick turn I was met with the reassuring sound of the lock releasing and granting access.

Entering the flat I noticed that Cadence wasn’t situated on the couch like she usually was, I found this strange but otherwise ignored it and threw my keys onto the couch with a shrug. I left the thermos in the kitchen and made my way to the bathroom where I needed to wash my face and snap out of the small stupor I had found myself in, probably work and the breakup messing with me, plus Cadence appearing in my life.

I was about to open the bathroom door but heard Cadence call from inside, “Jackson I’m taking a bath, Stop!” she yelled and I groaned in mock anger before trudging away from the bathroom and deciding to wash my face in the kitchen sink.

Meanwhile inside the bathroom Cadence was in the bathroom weighing her options, “How can I help him with his broken heart? How can he recover from such a dirty form of Love,” Cadence began asking thin air in hopes the voice of Love she had heard before would answer her question.

But unlike her world wishes didn’t come true on Earth, much like Jackson had already stated before; a forlorn look plastered on his face.

Author's Note

Next chapter is here for anyone who was eager mcbeaver.

I saw a lot of action going on in this story and couldn't help but be amazed considering how when i first released it the downvotes were flying in like crazy, but now to see that people are enjoying this i'm rather happy.

Tell me what you thought about this and whether or not you are enjoying it, I'd love to know.

Hopefully I've dumbed down some of the descriptivness compared to the last chapter where I spent a whole paragraph talking about some irrelevant shoelace or whatever.