A quickie ficy
By Whisper's Lightning
Oh I wish he would stop talking about ponies already. Calla groaned as her best friend kept going on and on about ponies. My little ponies. Wasn't that show for little kids? God, it was so immature. Bronies. What the hell? He had been going on with this for hours now, and she wasn't very happy with it.
"OK ERIN I GET IT! You like ponies. But I've had enough!" Calla bursted through finally.
Erin shrunk back and kind of whimpered. "Well you didn't have to yell at me. That was rude." he shot back.
"Does it look like I care about cutesy woodsy little ponies?"
"No 'cuz your'e a preppy girl.."he muttered.
"WHAT?"
"Nothing. Ok fine then I'll stop talking about ponies, on one condition." Erin leaned back against the wall.
"And what would that be?"
"You stop complaining about other crap. 'Oh my gosh Becky was such a bleep today'".
"What? First off, I don't know a single person named Becky, and bleep?"
"I'm not a cursing kind of person" Erin shrugged.
"Alright fine." Calla said.
"One more thing: You stop complaining and cursing for a week, and I'll take you for a day and we can have some fun."
"You're on Erin." she growled and smirked.
For the next week, Calla actually managed to keep her mouth shut. But what Erin was planning for her, wasn't anything that she would ever had expected. In fact, he normally told his friends his plans, but this time, no one could know. It was just that good. Besides, what he was going to do was some revealing, and he didn't need other people to go spreading rumors and shunning him. Yes, this may sound a little off the rope, but just wait.
On Friday, Erin strutted into class, as excited as ever.
"What is your problem?" Calla asked with a smirk.
"Oh, just that you actually succeeded. FOR ONCE!" he laughed and pointed a finger at Calla.
"Shut up. I succeed at a lot of things, like life for example. I win at that."
"Uh-huh. Sure you do."Erin laughed.
The bell rang and as Erin walked back to his seat, Calla back-handed his butt hard. He let out a yelp and set the whole class laughing for 2 minutes. It was the girliest noise that had ever escaped his being.
"Okay class, enough of this stupidity." the teacher said, even though she couldn't hide her smile.
During class, Erin and Calla kept passing notes back and forth. He would write, "You're going to have so much fun" and "just wait for what's 'gonna happen. You'll freak". To some people, it might have sounded like sex talk, but it was far from what he had in mind.
Then, out of no where, a pony started singing. A certain hyper one with a cute voice and an addiction to cupcakes as the song offered. It was Erin's phone. And now everyone was laughing again.
"I don't care who's it is. It's the last week of school and I'm not in the mood to write anyone up. So just turn it off now and let me not hear it again…Erin." the teacher said still writing on the board.
More laughter.
Erin laughed as well, then reached into his backpack to shut off his phone and end the cupcakes…
When class ended that day, Calla and Erin ran out of the room together, Calla a little too hesitant to be seen with this nerd. But she loved him anyways, so she just went along with it. They skipped through the parking lot, catching a few worried stares from passerbys.
Skipping through the day, they ended up at his house, and he brought her…to his room. To Calla's surprise, the room was actually quite big. What bothered her is that he brought her to his room. Then the unspeakable happened.
He grabbed her, and planted a huge, wet kiss on her lips. Calla fought back, hating where this was going. Was this his way of asking her out? Oh hell to the no. She was not going to be that girl that gets kissed on the first day. No way.
"Get..BACK!" she shrieked and pushed him off.
"Why? What's wrong?" Erin smirked, walking slowly towards her this time.
"Just give me a chance please"
She looked at him again. She remembered his shirtless pictures, the apparent muscle that he had worked so hard for. The only thing that made this not work was that he was a brony, and she did not like that one bit.
Ignoring that fact, she let him wrap his arms around her, kissing his soft lips back.
5 minutes. Making out.
10 minutes. Tongue got involved.
15 minutes. Hand down shirt…
BOOM! Calla fell over on the ground, unconscious. Erin stood over her, an evil smirk lining his face, skillet in hand. Next thing he did was walk over to his large closet, open it, find the portal, and dragged Calla into it….
