Oliver woke up to the sound of some douchebag outside who had decided to speed through the neighborhood in a large pickup truck blasting his loud, obnoxious, trash music. “What a dick,” he said quietly. The same guy in that truck had blared the same stupid shit for the past three and a half weeks. He lay in his bed, half-awake, wondering why anybody would do something like that, as well as how in the hell did he didn't get reported to authorities for disturbing the peace of an entire damn neighborhood. The music slowly but finally faded away now and Oliver was surprisingly fully awake.
He lay there for a moment not wanting to move but he decides that he may as well. It wasn’t like he was going back to sleep anytime soon. He gets up and looks in a nearby mirror. He stares at his reflection for a moment with an exhausted look in his eyes. “Fuckin’ hell,” he mumbles. His dark orange-ish red hair looked like somebody took hair gel and just attacked him with it. His eyes were bloodshot as well as having a dark circle around them, like he was experiencing the worst hangover ever.
He walks out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. He quickly takes a short shower and then fixes up his appearance. He smiles in the mirror with a look of satisfaction. He remembers that it's Saturday and that he doesn’t have to do anything. He was also pretty glad about that, because he wasn't going to do anymore work that week. He walks out of the bathroom and goes back into his bedroom. He then throws himself onto the bed. Afterwards, he grabs his phone and immediately checks for any messages. There were a few, one being from his dumbass phone-spammer of a friend.
Heeeeeeeyyyyyyy
Hey
Watchu doing?
Absolutely damn nothing
Same
Seriously?
No, I’m actually just laying down and totally not watching cartoon ponies
#totallymanly
#fuckyou
Oliver chuckles at that response. He pretty much just spends the rest of the day on his phone. For some of the time that he's on his phone, he watches one of the shows that he had been watching since the fifth grade, which was My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic and texts the same friend as before about it. He loves Pipsqueak so much. Pip was by far the best pony. He's just so small and adorable that it was almost unbearable. He had learned about the show from a friend of his who watched it. Oliver woke up at ten in the morning, and it was currently ten in the evening. Time flies when you waste it the correct way.
The next morning Oliver wakes up peacefully. He smiles a little at this and opens his eyes a little. He closes them again but then realizes something. He woke up peacefully. Something was wrong. Very wrong.
His eyes shot right open and he scans his environment for a moment. His eyes get so big to the point where you would think they would've fallen out. He thinks about it and then it strikes his mind. His expression was now a mix of curiosity and fear. It couldn’t be, but somehow it was. He knew exactly where he was.
“Equestria.”