Journy of Life

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the fight didnt last long in my eyes. twilight was just miffed that i had to smack a bitch in order to stop a fight. I just told her that i could care less about the drunken druggie that probably lay, still flatned, in a police station jail cell. after my and those who came with me for the fabric left, i put in a call to the local law enforcement to tell them that a man had been knocked out and that the guy had looked drugged up and drunken and was threatening a cashier at the local fabric shop. they thanked me and left imediatly cut the line. i could care less if i got jailed. i can be iin jail for a day or two but be out within a few hours. Time never really seemed to mean anything to me. niether did the consequenses of my actions.

after she had her venting session and stormed out i was left alone, if for any amount of time, so i decided that, since it was six eighteen at night, i would take any amount of sleep i could get. so the last thought i had was 'i left my mountan dew open.'

... ... ... ... zzz ... ... ... ... zzz ... ... ... ... zzz ... - ... - zmorse codez... ... ... ... zzz ..*snort*

i awoke with a start. and thankfully at the right time. i had a dream of just dash's and dots. i recognized that as morse code. then to my right there was a small cough then a tiny 'eep' as i moved my head around. left: nope nothing there. Right: nope darkness. wait... there was a small figure sitting off to my right. the figure had a large curved shape at the top, but a small meek form at the bottom the shadow. it took me a moment before the thought slammed into my mind, breaking the door on the way in. "F-fluttershy? That you?" i asked. in response, i recieved another small 'eep' in return, and the figure decided to slowly back into the shadows. i knew that it was exactly fluttershy. "fluttershy, id expect watching me in my sleep a pinkie pie thing, but i never expected you to do such a courageous thing." i said. it took balls made of titanium to watch someone sleep. you fuck up, then you have just royally fucked yourself over. they are then avoided by you at all costs. but this is fluttershy. the element of kindness. she may be a kind hearted soul with an exquisit figure, in this world atleast, but i wouldnt hold it against her if she was put up to this or she just wanted to make sure that i was ok after what she had experianced at the fabric store. so i just raised myself slightly, proping myself on my elbows to reach the blinds that hang to the left of my bed. My bed is one of those that is propped against the wall. in this case, i have the left side of my bed smushed against the wall that has the antique shutters and the blinds added.

anyway, i reached up and yanked the cord that pulled the shades up. the light of the small lamp-post lit up the room in a faint eerie orenge glow. the position of the window was just perfect enough to light up the pathway to my door and back. and guess who was in the square of light? A scantily clad AJ? nope. its a wild fluttershy in her cloths from this morning. i made a mental note that i had to go out and buy six pair of PJ's for the girls. its either that or i be frugle about it and use my great grandmothers and my grandmothers night-gowns. ... i suppose nightgowns wouldnt hurt, but its compleatly up to the girls.

anyway, "fluttershy, what are you doin here? its-" i looked at the clock and fount that the time was exactly 2:00 in the morning. good f-ing god im a terrible sleeper. i suppose i could explain, but that would take too long. so to sum it up, i have a very messud up sleep schedual sin my grandfather was a 'play-boy' at night. he normally had his nightly usual, Pamalia Shruger. so i was allowed to stay up as late as i wantedv to, when-ever i wanted to. so after sixteen years, my body clock decided to only have cat-naps. except for saturdays and sundays. those were my 'hospital tea' nights. to make it clear for you, i smoked weed with my friend, Gideon, for sixteen years. and we stayed up late into the night playing any games we could get our hands on. god, we really blew through $300.00 worth of weed in only one week. and i didnt think it any possible to get higher than i already was at that age. so. i rest my case.

"two in the morning? geeze flutters. this is early on a weeknight." i said. propping myself up further. her form was just silhouetted in the orenge light perfectly. she slowly turned around to face me. i then saw it on her face. tears. and there were still fresh tears rolling down her face. "fluttershy? flutters, you ok? i said, getting out of bed. i wore a pair of sport shorts as bed atire along with a dark maroon tanktop. so i only had to use one of the two blankets i had all year long. After i got ouyt of bed, i rushed over to fluttershy so i could stop her from bolting out of my door and avoid me like all those cliche movies. after i got up next to her, she flinched heavily as i wrapped my arms around her and brought her in. after a second or two, she began to cry silently. it was at that point i made a split decission to bring her to my bed. ... not that way you dirty pervs. i just lead her to my bed and sat her down. i wanted to help her, even if i couldnt get the info out of her, at least i could do is say that i tried and she would know that i wanted to help her.

"fluttershy, whats going on? why are you crying?" i asked. my arms firmly wound around her shoulders and my hands on her arms. i didnt care is it looked akward to her friends, i wanted to help her. she mumbled a few uncohearent responses and then looked away, a faint blush evedent on her cheeks. "sorry, didnt catch that." another incoherent speech, but with the words sleep and looking being audible enough for me to hear her. "sorry, one more time, please?" i asked. she was definetly living up to her name. this time i could hear her alot more so than i did before.

"my friends and i were worried about you. we saw twilight trot off to the library. and she seemed really mad. she hasnt come out at all in the past three hours. not even for one of AJ's special home baked pies. and she really loves those! the thought of her not coming out for even her favorite food from her very dear friend is disturbing." she said, silently weeping still. I guess i could see her reasoning by thinking what i did. however, like everyone still says 'YOLO' and 'idgaf' ... hm? text talk is not understandible? its basically I. Dont. Give. A. Fuck. or igdaf for short. anyway. . .

I pulled flutters closer and hugged her as she wept. but then here i am, not caring if twilight is angry with me or not, when in reality i should worry about her. honestly, this isnt the best decision i've made in my life.

"fluttershy, what library is twilight in?" i asked. she briefly stopped her weeping and looked me in the eyes, hers still leaking salty tears, and responded. "the library near the large sitting room." of course, the only one where i kept the most of my 'collection'. aside from world war 1 and 2 weapon collecting as wells as handgun, uniform and sword 'n shields, i kept a large and vast collection of books. some romance, some adventure, others being risque and more than enough being on history and the like. sometimes i took a bit of a chance and bought whatever i could. i had enough english to russian dictionarys to carry on a long, diverse conversation. and i got a few more english to foreign language books. some on german, some on french and alot being on scotland and ireland. i can honestly say, i've read so much of them that i can speak them fluently, with some mishaps being prominant. my accent was distinguashable from any standpoint, but i can certanly speak the language's.

enough of that. *ahem* i then nodded and thanked her as i stood up. before i left i then stoped, foot off the floor, just outside the door, when i turned around and said "flutters, if you need to, just sleep in here, i probably wont sleep for the rest of the night." i said, before turning around on my heel. i then walked the way back to the living room, where the sounds of gunfire and the loud yelling of some random NPC yelling 'GRENAAADE!' followed by a large explosion. i could only guess that RD was playing some call of duty though, judgeing on the sound of the scream and the explosion, it sounded like world at war or COD: 3/2. i dont remember. anyway, i came upon the sight of, not rainbow dash, but Applejack playing some call of duty: modern warfare 2. i wasnt really sure if i should let her continue on the level she was playing. the level in question is the one where roach is shot then ghost is killed and both bodys are burned. Looking at the progress of her game, she was only 75% done. and judgeing on the NPC enemy count on-screen. i could only drop my jaw. she was useing the shotgun on the hardest difficulty. good god she seemed to OWN that gun, and anyone who tried to kill her was instantly put down. the grace with which she killed was almost on-par witgh me on legendary difficulty on world at war.

i walked past, just slightly gaping at her. i neared the library in question. i didnt hear anything happening as i neared the door. until i truned the corner and found pinkie just ... sitting there. her hair color was slowly turning to a dark pink. and it was losing its... pinkie-ness. i just continued up to the door and was just about to knock, when pinkie came out of left field and told me "you seem to hurt her alot." i just lowered my hand and looked at her. "pinkie, what are you saying?" "you just seem to make twilight cry. like, alot. there was day one and then there was the no-magic incedent then there was tonight." i couldnt argue with her on that. i know i might get bashed here for a second or two, but in the show, i was never really a big fan of twilight. im more of an RD or AJ sort of guy. although, i still liked luna as best princess. which is quite evedent by the New Lunar Republic flag i have flying outside my home. i have three in reserve, just incase somthing happens to it. "i cant argue, pinkie, but you gotta know that i am not the best person when it comes down to it. im reserved, im shy as hell, and i hate everybody. the only reason im being a good guy here, is because i hate it when someone is crying." i said

"so do i!" said pinkie pie. heheh it rymed. "of course it did, why wouldnt it?" she said. fuck, pinkie, if your hearing my thoughts, then thats just fucking scary. ... nothing? ok. "pinks, i made a reputation in town as a guy who spends any money i can to stop someone from crying. i hate it. the better word is, i dispise crying. unless its an infant who isnt being calmed by their parents, i care."

i ignored her next words as i moved forward, unlocking the door and moving into the room. when i entered the room i noticed twilight in the center of a ring of books. as i opened the door, her eyes rose from one book up to me, then her head moved up.

*sigh* lets hope that grin she has isnt bad...

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