My Girlfriend is a Rock

"My sister wants to meet you."

I took the time to swallow my soda. Squirting it out of my nose in surprise would bring only pain and misery.

"Right, you have a sister." I said, setting my cola down. "I somehow forgot that."

"I have three." Maud replied. "Pinkie, Marble, and Limestone."

"So, you said sister. Singular. Which one wishes to meet me?" I asked.

"Pinkie."

"Well, I don't see why not." I say with a shrug.

"I should probably tell you." Maud said, "She is different from me."

"...How different?"

"Hiii!~" A voice shouted from behind me as a party favor blew and confetti shot out everywhere.

I didn't mean to scream and kick her in the face, honest. I was just startled, okay? I get jumpy when I'm startled. Maud's death glare is not helping my case. Yes, it's different from her usual expression.

"Oh god..." I moaned, head in my hands.

"C'mon, it's okay! It doesn't even hurt anymore!"

"But I still kicked you in the face!" I said. The cold chill still gripping my soul. "I'm such a dumbass... Always acting without thinking..."

"But I forgive you!" Pinkie replied, giving me yet another fluffy hug. The scent of cake filled my nostrils.

"You smell delicious." I commented.

"Hee hee! Thanks!"

"But I... Aarrgh..."

"John."

I looked up. Maud had her hoof on my knee, looking me in the eyes.

"It's okay."

I pulled her into a tight hug, pressing my face into her mane.

She smelled like rocks.

"My arm's getting tired." I whined.

"I'll take over."

I let go of the large metal spoon and let Maud continue the stirring. "So, rock candy with actual rocks in it."

"Yes."

"I didn't think rocks were edible."

"These are special rocks." Maud explained.

"Huh, that probably explains why they don't look like any sort of rocks I've seen before. Are you sure they're safe to eat?"

Maud blinked slowly. I rubbed the back of my neck. "Er, I mean, safe for ME to eat. I've seen you crunch stones before." I specified.

"Yes."

"I mean, I have really sensitive teeth..."

"Not all rocks are hard."

"Right, I suppose you have a point. Should I put in vanilla? Because, er, I always use vanilla extract when I bake."

"If you want."

"Aighties." With that, I started to check my cupboards, pulling out my bottle of vanilla extract.

I played with my rock candy necklace as the pink pony stuck her head out of the window of the taxi and waved. I spied Maud placing the necklace that her sister gave her into a box.

"Ah. You keep all of her necklaces. They're pretty sentimental to you, aren't they?"

"Mm-hm."