To be more.

"Dad I can explain." I said.

"Please do." My Dad said calmly crossing his legs.

I blinked in confusion. "Wow OK, um... I wasn't expecting that response How do I put this. I..." I tried to speak but I couldn't. How am I suppose to sit here and explain to my father that his son is crazily in love with a fake pony.

"How about I start then." My Dad said. I nodded furiously in reply . "Do you love her?" My Dad said.

"Who?" I said.

"Don't test me!" Dad said leaning forward pointing at me.

"Yes!" I said making like a tree and standing up straight.

"Why do you love her?" My Dad said.

"I-i, I just do." I said.

"Well what do you like about her" My Dad said.

I gulped. "... I don't want to tell you." I said.

"Look for Christ sakes Tyler have I ever hit you, or punished you?" Dad said.

"Well... no." I said still frozen.

"Then come over here and sit down next to me. We'll work this out together." Dad said.

I did as he said. Less out of his 'comforting words' and more out of fear.

"What do you like about her?" Dad said calmly.

"... I think she's pretty." I said nervously

"OK you think shes pretty. Look I don't have a problem if you think shes pretty or you look at pony porn, I can look past that. I can't change what you like so it's something I have to accept. Now go on."

I started to shake. Tremble more like. I could feel my heart turning to stone. "She- she gets me." I said.

"What?" My Dad said.

"She- she gets what... she..." I started to cry. I couldn't hold it back the water works just turned on. I was scared. I was scared my Dad was going to take her away from me. I know it's not normal, I know he wouldn't approve of this, what parent would?

"I can't explain it. Not to you. Not like this."

"That's what I thought..." My Dad said looking away.

"You can come in now." My Dad said. Not to me but to someone else.

I lifted my head from my hands and saw... "who the fuck is he!" I shouted standing up.

"Tyler!" My Dad shouted back.

"No, no it's alright, he can be upset. I'd say it's say it would be bad if he wasn't. Hello Tyler, my names Stephen. Your Dad has asked me if I can give you counciling and I said yes." This Stephen said.

This guy looks like he's just about as sharp a bowling ball.

"Thanks I though you were the cleaing lady. Now can you kindly go away." I said.

Stephen let out a huff of laughter sitting down in his ugly green arm chair. Jesus this guy looked like something out of a book. He wore a smart suit and had thick black glasses along with nicely combed, greasy black hair like the style from Super Man Returns.

"Tyler from what your Dad has told me you sound like a pretty remarkable boy. He tells me your kind, witty, smart, well in certain areas. And pretty different from the rest of the crowd. I think we could have a lot to learn from each other" Stephen said

Bowling ball i'm calling it.

"So let me guess you've just been going through my files on my laptop looking at my personal crap have you?!" I said.

"No that stuffs private and is yours. If you want me to look at it i'll look at it. Your Dad here only gave me a brief run down of things."

"OK, well thank you for being a decent human being, and i'm sure your a lovely man and I hate to of wasted your time, but it seems like you've driven all the way out here for nothing." I said clapping my hands together.

"Look Tyler were not here to hurt you. Were here because we love you." My Dad said getting up and putting his hands on my shoulders.

"He loves me?" I said pointing to Stephen.

"Don't do that to me Tyler. Look I only want whats best for you. I mean from what you wrote in there you didn't sound very happy about yourself or just who you are at all. I'm your Dad, I only want you to be happy, and healthy. Just do this. Go to counseling and I won't bring this up at home alright, do this and I won't even punish you. Please." My Dad said.

I wiped my eyes of tears stomping my foot. I started pulling on my fingers from the stress. "Do you promise?" I said. My Dad nodded with a smile. "Alright fine. But that's not saying that i'm going to cooperate either." I said walking over to the couch and sitting down with a huff.

My Dad started to scratch behind his head and looked at Stephen. "Would you like to have a session now?" Stephen said.

I took a look around in confusion. "Why not! how could my day get any worse." I said in disbelief.

"Well come on." Stephen said walking over to the door.

"Where are you going?" I said confused.

"To my car lets go."

OK i'm going to his car now. I mean it's not like I only met this guy like a minute ago but you know what fuck it! I'm a man of adventure who needs precautions.

"Goodbye Dad." I said angrily as I left the door, Stephen closing it behind me.

"Do you need a tissue?" Stephen said pulling a tissue out of his pocket.

"Thanks." I said wiping my eyes with the tissue.

We walked across the road to a black Audi. "Wow." I said standing next to the passenger door.

"Are you are car fan?" Stephen said unlocking the car with a push of a button.

"Not really." I said opening the door and getting in the car

"But that doesn't mean I don't appreciate a man who has style."

I looked around. The inside of the car was just as clean as it was slick on the outside.

"So." Stephen said starting up the car.

"Where would you like to go?" Stephen said looking at me.

"What do you mean?" I said in confusion.

"Well I mean do you want to go anywhere in particular. We could go to the park, restaurant, go to my office or maybe just drive around the block and talk for a bit." Stephen said

I thought about my options for a bit. "Well... I don't really know if I trust you enough to do any of those things yet so ... I'll take the drive." I said.

"drive around the block it is." Stephen said driving out of the car park.

"So uh... I guess I am suppose to be in counseling right now and... well while I don't know how comfortable I feel talking about myself to you, you need something to go home and work on. So let's play one of those games where I ask you a question and you have to answer it. And then you can do the same back to me when i'm done." I said.

Stephen let out a small nod. "That's actually what I was going to suggest. Well since you said it first you can ask the first question." Stephen said.

I was starting to feel a lot more comfortable around Stephen. This was abrupt and abnormal but i'm use abnormal situations so I've adjusted pretty well right now.

"Uh, How old are you." I said.

"Oh" Stephen said hitting his heart. "That's the worst question you can ask a 40 year old." We both laughed at what Stephen just said as it was pretty funny. "But yeah i'm 40 turning 41 in 2 months. I'll ask you something now." Stephen said.

I groaned in agony. "Do you think your very popular?" Stephen said.

"OK well i'll give you this quick run down on what happened to me this morning. I was sitting in math class starring into oblivion when the teacher abused me and almost gave me a concussion. I then found a note that was placed in my book with only two words written on. Horse Fucker. I then had the same kids who wrote the now bump into me in the lockers where I imagined I shot them all till they died. Not that I would actually do that, but it looked pretty awesome in my imagination. Does that answer you question?

"Any answer would of been fine, but yeah it does. OK your turn." Stephen said.

I took a look out the window. I saw all the nice autumn trees as the leafs dwindled along a barb wired fence. "Do you have dreams? And I'm not talking about when you sleep or ambitions and stuff, but don't you ever just feel like there's more out there for you then... then what you were given?" I said.

Stephen looked at me. "Well... I think I get what you mean. I would like a daughter. S-sometimes I think about what she could be like if she were real or how I could... be a good Dad and help her and love her." Stephen said.

"Yeah exactly we all do it. Maybe to an extent, but me I just... I don't like me. I don't want to be who I am. I have this amazing personal image of myself... wait aren't we suppose to  sign a sheet of confidentiality or something?" I said.

"I promise I won't talk about anything you don't want me to speak about." Stephen said with his arm on the window.

I let out a sigh. "I wish that I could be with Pinkie Pie. I wish that I could hold her... love her, care for her. You see in the show shes a baker and bakers have to get up early in the morning, like 5 am and cook. I play out this little story where I wake up before she does and I start baking. That is in the dream I can cook as good as her. Anyway so then she wakes up and walks down stairs and i'm working away with a rolling pin spreading out sheets of doe. She comes up behind me and I don't know she's there and kisses me on the cheek and tells me i'm too good to her. And then hours go by, we bake the food and sell it... That's it. I just wish I could have this amazingly different life and just be with her. It's a stupid short story, but the way she makes me feel when I look at her makes me so... I wanna say filled with joy, but I think it's more hope. And then the illusion stops and I feel like I stop. Then I zone out and I realize that i'm nothing more than a 15 year old boy who goes to school and has a video game habit. The only thing that's real about me, that I can sit there and say i'm proud of is my trophy count on my PSN... So then I think to myself I'm gonna change and become this pony that I so want to be, But then something else tells me, and I don't know whether it's my ego or me being rational, but it tells me your never going to be that. You will never get there because it never existed. And she doesn't exist, and neither does he. And that makes me so angry... no it makes me sad. S-so I look out at the stars and I think don't listen to that voice because with all those stars out there and things we don't know your telling me I can't be that? Really, I will never get what i'm looking for. So then I go back and I'm happy again, But sometimes it doesn't work and... I just think about how much easier it would be to give up the dream. But I will never give up, and this will never go away... There called dreams for reasons. It may be a dreamers dream, but it's my dream... It's My dream dammit" I said holding my head trying to not cry.

"Tyler... that's... that's extraordinary. I really don't know what to say to that." Stephen said pulling over.

I blocked my eyes from anyone that could see me as I catched the tears falling out my eyes. "Do you think i'm crazy?" I asked.

"No, Tyler that's normal. Believe me it is." Stephen said.

"Is it?!" I said sarcastically.  "it's normal to fall in love with a pony from a-a from a little girls show. I mean just say it even though no one else knows me everyone else says it!" I yelled

"Tyler look at me." Stephen said. I didn't listen and kept crying.

"I said look at me." Stephen said with a bit more flare in his voice. I turned around still crying with my head down. Stephen lifted my head up and looked me in the eye. "From everything you just told me I learnt that you are a very passionate, loving, proud, amazing, boy who has nothing! Nothing to be ashamed of. You have goals, you have ambitions, things you wanna do and see. From a personal stand point I can tell you that I thought this was going to be an easy job. I misjudged you thinking you were going to be some fat, strange kid with no morals and was just a general slob, but I misjudged you and I'm sorry. I used to do the same things when I was a little bit younger than you. I thought comic books were the most amazing thing on the planet. I used to love Super Man, I read all his comics, I acted like him, I had birthdays themed on him. I even still have my Super Man costume packed up in my closet. Now i'm not just going to help you, but were going to help each other. I was told to hang up the cape and become a man years ago. So I did that and you know what I hated my father for telling me that. But I still did it and now... now you have opened my mind back up to years of lost imagination that I shouldn't of let go of." Stephen let go of me and slowly turned around to the front of his seat and looked out the window.

"My father was a bastard for telling me that." Stephen said looking down at himself. "You know I dress after Clark Kent because he told me I couldn't be Super Man. So I said to myself I'll settle for second best. No longer will I settle for second best. No things are different." Stephen had this icy glare about him as he looked out the front window. A mixture of determination and anger.

"Are you alright?" I said concerned and scared at the same time.

"To be completely honest... I have never been better." Stephen said starting up the car. "I'm taking you home. I think today has been a good session for both of us." Stephen said

"Oh, OK. I think it has too." I said.

The drive home was... weird to say the least. It was all in complete silence. No talking, hardly any breathing just silence. I was sort of expecting Stephen to break out and scream boo in my face. I mean some times I would look over at him hunched over on the steering wheel and see his right eye twitch. I was afraid he was going too crash the car!

Finally I had gotten home and was completely unharmed. As soon as Stephen parked the car he broke out of his weird persona and started acting normal again. I guess.

"I'll walk you in." Stephen said reaching over and opening the door. I don't know why, but he did.

"Uh, Thanks really." I said holding out my hand.

Rather than just Stephen giving a simple shake he grabbed my hand and slapped the other one on shaking my hand furiously. "Thank-you." Stephen said slowly.

"OK" I said unsure of myself getting out of the car.

We walked over to my front door and I knocked on the door. I could hear my Dad get up and walk over to the door. I heard the lock on the door being unlocked and my Dad opened the door. "Hey your back already." My Dad said sounding happy.

"Yes, uh I just want to tell you that I will no longer be offering counseling for your son." Stephen said.

"What?" Me and my Dad said both at the same time.

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with him, Really. It's all a normal part of growing up. You see it helps him mature and find out who and what he wants to be. You had dreams as a child didn't you Adam?"

"Yeah?" My Dad said.

"Exactly, and don't give him too much flak. You got a real winner on your hands here I hope you know that." Stephen said shaking my Dad's (Adam) hand.

"Good bye Tyler. I hope we meet again on better terms." Stephen said. Stephen walked away back to his car and my Dad shut the door.

"Did I miss something?" Dad said.

"So did I." I said looking confused still starring at the door.

"Oh well um, your cured!" My Dad shouted giving me a hug lifting me off the floor.

"Um, Dad?" I said.

"Yeah?" My Dad said putting me down.

"Were alright. Like you and me right?" I asked.

"Son, were always alright. Come on I got Pulp Fiction in your PS3 and a bowl of Pop corn." My Dad said walking over to the couch.

"Serious! Dad your awesome!" I said running over to the couch.

A few hours later me and my Dad had raided everything out of the cupboard and were mindlessly watching Pulp Fiction. "They fucking shot him in the face!" My Dad yelled laughing pointing at the TV. I was rolling around on the ground my sides hurting from eating so much and laughing.

"Every time we watch it it doesn't get less funny!" I said climbing back onto the couch. "OK shut up the Jimmy Situation's coming on. Turn it up!" I said calming myself down.

My Dad reached for the remote and pressed a button on the remote changing the channel to some shitty news station.

"Dad what the fuck!" I shouted.

"Fuck, I didn't mean it" Dad shouted back.

"Were missing the Jimmy Situation!" I shouted.

"I know!" Dad shouted trying to look for the input button.

"Wait what are they talking about?" I said watching the news.

"Huh?" my Dad said raising his head from the remote.

"This just in, a well respected councilor by the name of Stephen Anderson has had been beaten up dressed as Super Man after trying to stop a man stealing a woman's purse. We have Abigail Graycen at the scene for more." The reporter said.

"Holly shit." My Dad said putting his hands behind his head and falling back into the couch. I just sat there gaping.

"Abigail Graycen here. I'm standing in front of the Commonwealth bank where a woman who was at the teller machine getting money out when a man came out and mugged her. Only the Mugger wasn't alone. Super Man came out from behind a car and attempted to stop the mugger with an opening line of 'stop thief!'. After the mugger refused to stop, Super Man stepped in only to have the mugger step back on him. The mugger beat up Super Man until he passed out, but left the wallet at the scene of the crime. The Woman called 000 asking for police and an ambulance. The ambulance came and picked up Super Man taking him back to the hospital. When channel 7 arrived to talk to Super Man he had this to say" Abigail Graycen said.

"I wanna say thank you to a 15 year old boy today who's name is Tyler Mitchell!" Stephen said with a black eye and a missing tooth in a torn super Man suit.

"Fuck off." I said leaning forward.

"He opened my mind when he told me how he was romantically involved with a pony who's name is Pinkie Pie. He taught me that it's OK to want to be someone different and that you shouldn't let anyone tell you anything different! Today I quit my job, sold my house and divorced my wife. I'm losing it all but who cares I'm Super Man now!" Stephen said cheering throwing his arms in the air.

My Dad turned the TV off and slowly turned his head towards me. "I swear to god I didn't tell him that." I said with my hands over my mouth.

"What did you tell him?" Dad said.

"I told him... I can't really remember, but... I just said I love Pinkie Pie and I don't care what others think." I said still in shock

"OK, I tell you what. As long as you don't get like that I won't call anyone else. Deal." Dad said.

I couldn't believe what had just happened and didn't respond. "He said my name." I whispered.

My Dad slowly turned back to the TV. "FUCK!" He shouted.