Friday, June 22nd

Lyra’s day, or rather, morning-so-early-the-sun-has-barely-come-up began as usual, on the computer, looking up humans. The whirring from the monitor woke up Bon Bon, who tried rolling over to make the sound go away, but eventually regained consciousness and felt like punching somepony for waking her up at... 6:30 in the morning.

“Lyuura!” *ahem* “LYRA!” she yelled. “What could you possibly be doing this early in the morning?” She hopped up and examined her screen. Lyra quickly closed out of her tab, only to be confronted with more and more tabs, so she just quickly closed them all.

“Porn.” She said. “Really... really hardcore coltcuddling.”

“Mhmmm... I see you also changed the background.” She clicked the desktop settings and noticed there were over 100 pictures of all things human set to change every 30 seconds.

“Lyra, at first I thought you were kidding, but this really scares me.”

“There is absolutely NOTHING wrong with liking humans.”

“For a 6 year old, sure. But for a 19 year old mare to wake up at 6-“

“4 actually”

“Fine 4- wait, WHAT? So you woke up at 4 in the morning to look up humans?” Bon Bon reopened the browser and examined the history. She had recently closed a photobucket page, a deviantart, 5 different Earth Daily pages, with plushy compilations, drawings, and something called fapfics. “Lyra... what does fap mean?”

“Well you see, it’s like clopping, except humans have hands, so-“

Bon Bon facehoofed. “WHY DO YOU DO THIS?”

“Seriously, just watch the first few episodes!”

“I already heard the intro, that’s enough for me.”

“But the intro doesn’t do it any justice! Of course if you haven’t seen anything else the intro would turn you away!”

“Lyra, NO. And stop being so... weird.”

“So I shouldn’t watch humans? Please, tell me what else I can’t enjoy based on your tastes.” Lyra snapped back.

“Look, just... I can’t even talk to you. First the sitting, then the emotional breakdowns because you realized you can never fulfill your special talent because you can’t play a lire, and now this bull. I don’t even know why I live with you!”

“Because” Lyra said. “I am a fun, carpe-diem, happy unicorn, while you are a boring, snobby, bitchy earth pony. I complete you.”

“UGH! THAT’S IT!” Bon Bon raged, as she headbutted Lyra out of the front door to the building.

“And don’t come back until you learn some manners!”

“Fine! Good luck living in our apartment without me!”

“I’m the one always paying the bills and cleaning your dry necessities off the toilet seat!”

“Girls, girls! There’s no need to fight! Maybe Aunt Pinkie can fix your problems!” Pinkie cried out from across the street.

“Well, can you make Lyra have some manners and a sense of order?”

“Bon Bon is just being a cranky bitch, don’t mind her.” Lyra said, walking off down the street.

“Wait! You don’t have to go! Pinkie can make everypony feel better!” Pinkie shouted, as Lyra silently rounded the corner.

“Bon Bon thinks I can’t go on without her. Pfffff. I’ve been kicked out of her side of the bed before, I’ve been forced to sleep on the couch before, how much more different can this be?”

Lyra sat down and laid herself down on the sidewalk, against a red brick wall that was the building adjacent to her old home. A chill ran up her spine as she felt the cold, hard, lifeless concrete press against her chest, and she shot up off the floor. “This might actually suck” she thought to herself.

*

Walking around town for half an hour was taking its toll. Lyra limped groggily, she didn’t get much sleep after all, and her stomach ached and rumbled from the hunger it had amassed. But at 7 in the morning, few ponies were up, nevertheless at their concession stands stocked with food. There was one pony, however, who always got up extra early to catch the early birds, and collaterally those who got kicked out at 6:30: Applejack.

“Well howdy there, sugarcube. Can Ah get y’all anything to eat? We got Apple pies, apple fritters, apple dumplings, apple crisps, apple crumble, Apple Brown Bettie, Dutch apple pie, candied apples on a stick, apple turnovers, apple cobbler, apple cider-“

Lyra slammed down 10 bits on the stand. “Yes please!” she sighed eagerly, her tongue nearly rolling out of her muzzle and onto the cobblestone pavement.

After emptying Applejack of her fritters, her favorite confectionery, she sat on a concrete wall dividing the sidewalk from a property and began to eat. At first she maintained the slightest bit of manners, but after realizing there was no Bon Bon to tell her to chew with her mouth closed and to use utensils, she dug her face in and ate liberally. “Freedom” she thought, echoing through her head. So what if she won’t be with her closest friend ever anymore? She can make more! “Fluttershy!” she thought, and sped off, tossing her paper plate at a trashcan, missing entirely, and not giving a buck.

*

Upon Lyra’s arrival, Fluttershy was mending a fence post.

“Hi Lyra!

“Hi Fluttershy.” She said, and sat down on a log.

“Oh dear, Lyra, doesn’t it hurt your back the way you’re sitting?”

“No...?”

“Why did you decide to pay me a visit, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“I got into a fight with Bon Bon... again.”

“Oh you poor thing! Tell me about your day.” Fluttershy flew over to Lyra and gently sat on the log with her and extended a hoof around her neck.

*

“Ok well I’ll be going now, maybe Bon Bon came back to her senses.”

“No problem, you are welcome any time” Fluttershy affirmed, closing her eyes and smiling.

Lyra trotted back to town, retracing her steps as best as she could