The early morning sun came lazily and slowly crept into my room through a crack in the blinds. That faint light bathed the carpet under my bed feet, and gradually crawled into the sheets as the minutes passed imperceptibly, for a time, only the entrancing ticking of the clock could be heard.

I saw the light pass through my closed eyelids, but remained under the covers for a little while, just enjoying the warmth of my own body. Although it wasn't long until not only light - but thoughts - filled my mind.

I had a tendency to think a lot before sleeping, and upon awakening. I could be frustrating at times, depending on the topic my mind decided to focus its thinking gears.

Stretching my neck, I uncovered my face and stared at the ceiling - and the mirrors of the ceiling stared back at me like ghost versions of myself. Still tired from my journey, but at the same time satisfied for making it to the very end, I had no big reasons to complain about the world. To be frank with you, I hated when people started complaining about things - and doing absolutely nothing to change them.

The door to my closet was half opened, and from my place in the bed I could catch a glimpse of that heavy suitcase of mine protruding from between the coat hangers and my clothes.

What was inside of that suitcase, mattered only to me and no one else in Equestria. Still, it would matter way more as soon as I decided to cross that portal back to Earth. As Coco Chanel said: 'The best things in life are free, the second best are very expensive.'

Still, given everything, It wasn't on my plans to leave Equestria that soon only to spend my money; I had things I wanted to do here too, I had ideas... Besides, I still had to 'design' the wedding ceremony of two freaking unicorns. My father would be so proud.

I sighed at the thought.

After my quite odd meeting with Ponyville's fashionista, my brain stirred our previous conversation in a loop. It was terrible to not get her point; I was as terrible in understanding mares, as I was with women. They ask you a single question, with two hundred meanings, plus the fact it may not even be a question after all.

Anyway, talking about mares; there was one is special to which I urgently needed to talk, and judging by the sound of hoofsteps downstairs, and the scent of fresh coffee in the air, I could presume she was already waiting for me to show up and say something.

Sunny Heart; a good friend, terrible with plants, good in keeping my folders clean and organized. As presumed by the royal invitation; my new marefriend.

Yeah, that we had to sort out somehow...

I jumped out of bed, a cold shiver ran through my overexposed skin, my feet landed on the carpet and almost in automatic mode I picked up the opened letter laying over the nightstand, and stuck it in my pocket.

Thinking about what to say, and how to explain the situation to Sunny - without creating an extremely awkward moment - I felt my way to the kitchen, the pleasurable coffee scent intensifying as I walked down the polished wooden stairs.
I stopped near the corner of the wall, Sunny didn't noticed my presence, as I observed her like a sniper.

In swift pegasus motions, she prepared the breakfast, leaning against the counter to pick up dishes in the cupboard. However, as a pony, she was too short to reach them. Groaning in an almost cute way, she fluttered her wings and floated a few inches over the floor.

"Good morning, Sunny"

*Crash*

And right to the floor went my dishes, smashing into smithereens, the pieces scattered all over the place.

"For Celestia's sake!" Sunny turned around in a hurry, her pupils shrinking as she saw my face. "I- I mean... Mr. Atkins- I'm so sorry sir, I didn't meant to-"

"Sunny, you don't need to-" I chuckled, trying to slow her down.

"It was my fault, I'm so stupid-" She tried to gather the shards together, but quickly drew back as one of the pointy little things almost pierced her hoof.

"Sunny Heart!" I said, a little bit louder. "Relax. It's okay."

I grabbed a squeegee and pushed the shards to the side, making sure there was nothing else capable of ripping my toes off when I stepped into the kitchen area.

"See? It's no big deal, just some..." Ridiculously expensive French porcelain"...just some stupid dishes." I rubbed my face, shaking the thought away. "You could have been hurt, are you nuts?"

"Sorry." She mumbled.

With a sigh, I pulled a chair and sat down next to the table, Sunny was still nervously looking at me, but nonetheless stood quiet.

"Well..." She finally said, letting out a deep breath. "You still want some coffee?" The mare smiled sheepishly.

"Oh, sure, sure." I nodded in agreement. "And by the way... Why don't you pour yourself some coffee too, and sit here with me for a while?" I proposed. "We kinda need to talk."

I wonder why this expression always raises so many mixed reactions. Some people freak out and start to cry, some try to kill you, some just try to serve an overly full cup of coffee, spilling over half of it along the way. Sunny pulled up a chair, but sat at the extreme opposite side of the table, staring down in silence at her beverage, while I slowly sipped mine, my head slightly turned to the right, contemplating the peaceful view of the living room windows.

"So..." I said, trying to break the ice. I placed my cup aside, Sunny still hadn't touched hers anyway, instead, she just looked up at me in an oddly quirky way, her gaze running away from mine as a deer escaping from the lion's grasp. "What's up?"

"Not much... I'm just a little bit tired, that's all. I can be ridiculously clumsy when I'm sleepy." She blushed.

"You know you don't have to come here every day, right? I mean- I don't mind if you come, but you need some rest as well, you've been working hard to keep this place in order." It was not like Sunny was my servant or anything - she just happened to live a few doors away from my home - Sunny needed a stable job, and I needed someone to keep the house intact, so we kinda had a deal.

"It's not like I have much else to do." She weakly smiled.

You could cut the atmosphere with a knife if you wanted, so I decided to cut to the chase..

"You never told me you had a human boyfriend." I said, trying to sound as normal as possible, although some kind of fuse must have blown inside her mind, because Sunny suddenly turned from wine into vinegar.

"What?" She cocked her head to one side. "Wait- what for Luna's sake are you talking about?" She snorted. "I'm a pony! Who would have told you such a thing?" She asked.

"Rarity said." Sunny's eyelid twitched at my response, her teeth audibly gritting inside her mouth. "Actually, she said way more than that..." I let out a sarcastic chuckle.

Eerily silent, she finally finished her coffee, drinking as if it was a shot of whiskey.

"That- That filthy bitch, I'll kill her! What the hell she's been saying about me??" I have to admit I wasn't expecting to hear that. Under her light yellowish coat, Sunny's skin lit up as red as an apple, her chest heaving in anger. "Come on Peter, spill the beans! Or I'll get that hunting knife you hide in your underwear drawer and split Carousel Boutique in a half." She hissed.

"Woah, woah, woah- calm down miss, I don't want you splitting anything in a half because of me-" I stopped. "Oh crap..."

"Because of you? She raised an eyebrow. "It's about you?"

"Fuck this!" I threw my hands in the air. "Yeah Sunny, It's because of the human right in front of you, because you told Rarity you was my marefriend when she came here last week - and because there's a fucking royal letter, saying we are invited as a couple to Rarity's fucking marriage with Blueblood's fucking cousin."

"This is nonsense!" She exclaimed.

"Oh yeah? Why don't you check it out by yourself?" I slid the unfolded paper across the table, she just stared at it doubtfully. "Go ahead, read it. Rarity gave me this thing yesterday, I couldn't believe when I saw it for the first time too."

As the pegasus grabbed the letter, the anger in her face started to gradually disappear as she started reading line after line of the invitation, probably rereading again and again only to make sure her name was there.

"Wait a second, I'm invited to a royal marriage in Canterlot Castle?" Her jaw dropped despite her attempts to keep it in place. "I- I don't even... I don't even have a proper dress for such an event-"

"Oh, you don't have a proper dress?" I face-palmed. "You're not even my marefriend! And that's the point, Sunny!" I stated, taking back the letter. "Now, care to explain?"

"I can't, I swear Peter!" She started to pace around the room. "I never told Rarity anything about us!"

"Ah, so now she's not a filthy bitch anymore?" I asked. "Why would she lie to me?"

"I have no idea! Have you stopped to ask yourself why would I lie to you?" She pointed at me. I couldn't help but feel bad for doing that. "I was invited to a royal marriage, do you have any idea of how amazing that is? Do you think I give a damn about why she'd make up this lie?" Sunny laughed, lying on the couch and spreading her wings over the pillows. "Oh my gosh, I'm going to meet the princesses!"

"No, you're not. I hate to ruin your plans, but technically speaking, you're not invited anymore. I'm not making up any rules here, it's just that you no longer fit the basic requirements." I faked a disappointed sigh.

"Basic requirements? What are you talking about? My name is on that letter, it's probably on the list as well!" She presumed.

"Yes, but we are not engaged! As yourself stated; you are a pony, and I am a human. Who would date a human? You are not my marefriend." Oh, that was evil, but priceless! "I'm sorry, Sunny."

I took a seat by her side, grabbing the newspaper and pretending not to care anymore.

Yanking the newspaper away from my hands, Sunny climbed on top of me and wrapped her hooves around my neck. "Honey, for a chance of being up there in that castle, I'm whatever you want me to be."

God... I'm such a bastard.

Author's Note

Ever heard of Architecture of Choice?

Eh... Kinda 'evil' subject.