H. P, F. D, Meatball and Me!

        "K. See you in a bit!" I hung up the phone. I had just gotten off of the phone with my friend, Headsplit. I dialed  another number and waited. 'Click'

         "Hello? Fallout Dude speaking,"

         "F D! Hi!" I exclaimed, "HP  is coming over to see a the new 'My Little Human' episode with me, would you like to come?"

        "Ummm, yeah! I should be able to come!" He said, "Is Meatball Gonna be there, too?"

       "Oh! Meatball is next on my call- for - new- episode list!" (Meatball, Headsplit, and Fallout Dude are all nicknames,) " Thanks!" I beamed as I put down the phone.

        I dialed another number, waiting longer for this one to pick up than the last. "Feather Quill? That you?" A voice from the other line called.

        " No, Meatball, it's president Barack Obama. " I said sarcastically "I've come for your lunch money."

        "No, president! " He joked, "I already gave it to DJ Pon 3"

        "Ok, truce, I was just wondering if you would like to come over to watch the new episode today,"

"Yeah, I'll come, hold on, NO, MA! YOU PUT ON THE JACKET HEADFIRST!!!" 'click'

        I jumped over the back of the leather couch and landed on the cushion. The remote was juuust out of my reach. My policy is that if thou cannot reacheth thoust remote, thou must doeth something else. I then got up and walked up the stairs into my bedroom, I looked in the mirror and saw a light-turquoise mare with a fuchsia and white mane staring back at me.        I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door and Headsplit, Meatball, and Fallout were there, I let them in and noticed Headsplit had an overstuffed backpack on.

        "Hey, HP," I said, peering behind him, what's in that backpack of yours, hm?"

        He smiled, "oh, nothing," he said innocently. I circled around him, grabbed his pack, and ripped it open. Inside was a bunch of school stuff, an I phone, and a big old Applebloom doll. It was her pony version, so it didn't look too wierd. It did have a pretty torn up muzzle, though.

        He looked down in shame, "I make out with it in the dark..." he confessed.

        "Ooooooooh!!!" We all chimed, "Someone just got BUSTED!" Fallout Dude said. I burst out laughing, I laughed so hard I fell on the floor and my ribs hurt. I laughed until Meatball spit into my face. Then I got up, it was on.

        "Ayeeayeeayeeayeeay!!!" I screamed my battle cry as we ran through the house, chasing each other, spitting at each other, (Spit wars are common in Phillydelphia) Headsplit pinned Meatball down and kept yo-yoing a blob of saliva in his face, right up until Fallout and I tackled them, once again starting the chase.

       After I knocked over a bookcase and broke a table, we decided to stop.

      "Hey, dude," I painted,"Do you have a Derpy doll in there, too? " he looked at me like I was crazy, or gay. "Not for me!" I said, "I thought Derpy was your favorite pony." He nodded, also panting from the war.

        "I have one for every human in the cannon. I steal them from my little sister." He mused, we all have him 'the look' and he rolled his eyes.

        "C'mon, guys! I'm joking!" He exclaimed, I don't think any of us believed him. "This is a chew toy for my dog, Feline!" He continued. " Plus, even if I did happen to make out with a toy, I would make sure it was Derpy!" Meatball raised an eyebrow at him.

        "The Applebloom doll is mine, but it's the only ones okay?" He lied, I had been to his house, he didn't know it, but while he was in the bathroom, I had snuck a peek into his closet. Believe me, there were more.