What are you doing here? Are you lost? Go away, before you get hurt.
I was a mess. The type of mess where your diet mainly consists of toaster waffles, and you tell your parents your classes are going great, but you haven't been in college for years. And your cheap apartment smells of rat poop, while dirty clothes piled among the floor. The floor, which felt like miles and miles away. I would sometimes stare at the piles, wondering what ever happened to the ground buried beneath. I was sure it was there...
Anyway, Let's talk about Bonbon. First fact, she's an earth pony. Second fact, she's an asshole. Last fact, she's damn sexy.
I glanced down upon the movie ticket in my hooves, I realized I had just accepted to go on a date with this mare.
Alright, alright. You probably need me to rewind a bit. Well, too bad. My story, my rules. And I am starting this story here at Canterlot theater, late spring and the weather freezing my flank off. It really isn't too cold. I just didn't feel like bringing a coat. And by didn't feel like, I mean I was about to grab a jacket, then I thought, "The universe is planning for me to take a jacket and I will fall right into the mainstream group of ponies following the world's expectations " So of course I had reason to defy the world.
That might be a lot to take in. Get used to it. You clicked on this piece of horse crap, what do you expect?
I stared at the other ponies who walked in and out of the theater, and felt an immediate tang of disgust. Loom at them all, thinking the're all so great, just...walking in and out theater. Oh sure, pretend you're all so innocent, but I know what you've done.
I sighed. What was I doing? Why was I here? What had happened?
"Hey, hey Lyra!"
"Huh?
"Look, this conversation is usually extremely awkward, so I'm just going to cut to the chase.
"...What?"
"You're always staring at my ass, and I need you to go to a movie with me."
Lyra did not respond.
"I'm buying, so just expect food, kay?"
Oh yeah. That's what happened. Lyra sniffed, a wafting scent of butter flowing from the theater entrance. She could picture the golden kernels popping inside the maker, a handle gently spinning as salt sprinkled across the landscape of popcorn.
What movie was it, anyway? Lyra could not recall Bonbon mentioning it.
