WAY Out of place

Our breathing was synched, our chests briefly touching for consecutive moments. Her head was in my neck, the scarf around it like a another cushion. My hoof stroked along her gently, moving with the grain of her smooth coat. I lifted it up and slowly moved toward her face. My hoof scratched lightly behind her ear. She gave off a hum of satisfaction and rubbed her nose deeper into the scarf. I could see the soft smile across her face as she slept. I smiled as well, craning my neck in a way not to disturb her. A blue aura surrounded my horn along with the blanket, gently pulling it out from beneath us. It slid smoothly under us, slipping out just below me. It floated up over us and settled down, wrapping us both.

I lied there with Twilight beside me, just thinking about things. The more I did think about our predicament, the more it felt like some long-ass vacation.

"Thanks again for the tea. Uh, I'll see you later, Fluttershy." Kian said walking down the pathway from her cottage, crossing the bridge and reaching the main road.

"You're welcome, Kian. Goodbye." She said waving from the doorway.

The kid walked down the dirt road back toward town. A smile across his face and thoughts on his mind. A crappy start to his day was at least somewhat balanced out. She was nice, friendly,...cute. He tried shaking his head to get the thought out of his mind. He felt weird having thoughts like that. If it was a girl maybe, but a pony? This was a whole 'nother ball game. But the more and more he had thought about it made it seem less alien. The thought of her sweet voice... Her long mane... Her cyan colored eyes.

Again he tried to shake it out of mind, but he couldn't. She was stuck on his mind and he couldn't do a thing about it. He did what any kid his age would do. He went on auto-pilot while he daydreamed. His hooves lost all feeling of the pounded dirt below them. He cantered on, a shy yellow Pegasus amidst the clouds his head was in. He passed through the very outskirts and into Ponyville, walking past shops and homes of all its residence. All the colorful ponies around him going on about their day. He was still oblivious about it all, stuck in his own little world.

One shop he passed by was different. Outside were tables and ponies around them, enjoying a mid-day meal. Amidst the group at the edge of it was a table with a bubbly Pink earth pony mare and a permanently relaxed Mule.

"Ya know what?" Jeremy asked through a mouthful of daffodil and daisy sandwich. "For flowers and weeds, this shit ain't bad."

"Well what do you normally eat?" Pinkie asked with her own mouthful of hay fries. "Just hay and carrots?"

He swallowed hard. "Beans, rice, tomatoes, brain-"

"Wait what was that last one?" She asked cutting him off curiously.

"Brain? Oh man, that shit's sooo good." He said rubbing his stomach. "A beef brain taco, that's some good shit right there."

"You eat brains...Like a zombie?!" She let out a small scream and dove under the table. Her head popped out from under the other side. "You're fun! You know that?"

Kian walked past them without even acknowledging their existence.

"Wassup man?" Jeremy asked looking at him with a raised hoof.

Pinkie's head twisted around following him. "Kian! Hey-hey, Kian!" She called out waving to him.

He still didn't notice them.

"What's with him?" Pinkie asked curiously. Jeremy only shrugged, taking another bite from his sandwich.

A yellow Pegasus mare with a long pink mane lied in the grass beside a river with a young Earth stallion. His coat was a creme and his mane was a dark chestnut. The two of them lied next to each other smiling, watching the birds fly by and the rabbits scamper along. The water flowed quietly, the sun gleaming off it brilliantly. The tall grass around them wavered in the wind.

Kian walked on through town, subconsciously knowing where he was going. He passed a few more shops and buildings before walking just on the edge of an open expanse with a few scattered trees and benches. A small pathway went through it and branched off in all directions. Ponies played, walked, and relaxed throughout the park. Up above them was a medium sized cloud with two Pegasi sitting atop it. A cyan mare with a prismatic mane and an orange stallion with a maroon mane.

"As of now, it's your job to help with the weather over Ponyville. Let's start this out easy. Go clear out those clouds." She said pointing at the few clouds over the park.

"How?" He asked confusedly.

She flapped her wings and hover above him, flying down to the side of the cloud. "Like this!" She said bucking her hind legs out, hitting the cloud.

It dispersed from beneath him. He plummeted a few feet before flapping his wings erratically and flying back up to her. "Funny" He said sarcastically, his eyes narrowed. "Fine, I'll go get rid of the stupid fu-" He stopped mid sentence when he spotted a familiar young stallion. "Oh look, it's Kian."

"Who?" Rainbow Dash asked with a raised brow.

"James' bother." He sighed.

"Oh."

He rolled his eyes and flew down to above ground level, flying beside Kian. "Hey man, wassup?" he asked.

He received no reply as Kian walked on blankly, a faint smile on his face.

"What's with him." Dash asked flying down beside Justin.

"Eh, I think I might know." He said watching Kian walk off.

"What?" She asked curiously.

"He probably just payed a visit to Pinkie Pie." He said plainly.

"What do you mean?" She asked growing more curious.

He leaned close and whispered into her ear. Her eyes widened at what she heard.

Kian walked on, nearing the library. He was only a few houses away, still in his little daydream. He walked up the pathway to the enormous tree and pushed through the doorway. He finally snapped out of it and looked around the empty library to see no one was there. He walked over to the living room; empty. The kitchen; empty. No one was there. He shrugged and walked back through the main library to the room he'd been staying in for the while. It was simple. A bed, a night stand, a desk. Basic. He hopped onto the made bed, lying back and relaxing.

He decided to do what he usually did when at home and alone. His hoof moved down off the bed and over to the nightstand drawer. He slid it open and gathered the pencil and notepad that he'd taken from the desk earlier. He lied down on his front, the pencil in his teeth, and drew on the note pad. Sketches and little doodles were a pass time for him. He was pretty good at it too. In no time at all he finished the start to it and began adding small details. Curves and features mostly. After a while he'd finished it. He lied there atop his bed staring at it proudly.