Listening to a Friend

"...ke up!"

You slowly begin to become aware of a voice near you.

"...ude! ...ome on, ...ke up!"

You are drifting in and out of sleep as whoever is speaking to you starts to shake you.

"Yo!"

Your eyes shoot open to a yellow blur... A yellow blur that now has a white streak high on it.

"Yes! You are finally awake! Took you long enough."

You blink a few times to make out the image before you. It's Spitfire standing squarely above you on your bed. The ex-Wonderbolt has a huge grin on her face and is wearing a party hat. You smile in return at the words you know are about to leave her mouth.

"Happy birthday dude!" She flaps her wings and jumps off of your bed toward the table at the other end of the room, she picks something up from it with her teeth. You feel a soft rush of air as she turns around and blows into a kazoo that she is holding in between her lips.

You chuckle.

The two of you have lived with each other for about three months now. It is just past the end of Winter, you'd had good times, and bad over the quarter year thus far... You are actually thinking of asking Spitfire if she had any plans for Hearts and Hooves Day in a couple of weeks, but that could wait. You two are partners in crime, closer than if you were pressed between Big Mac and an apple tree, you didn't want to ruin that.

"Thanks Spit," You scratch the back of your head. "but you should be careful 'cause you know what will happen in,"

"Three," She begins.

You nod, "Two,"

You both sigh and smile simultaneously. "One." As the two of you finish the breath of a word you hear a loud thump on the wall next to the front door.

"I'll get it, I mean, it's not my special day, now is it?" Before you can reply she turns and walks out of your room to go let Ditzy Doo in. You smile after her, thinking of the things you could have said... But you let it go.

And before you know it, everything fades out to black.

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"...ke up!"

You hear a voice come from somepony near you... Again

"...ude! ...ome on, ...ke up!"

This is happening again, really? You think to yourself as you feel a pony, whom you presume you already know the identity of, start to shake you.

"Yo!"

Your eyes shoot open to a yellow blur... The same yellow blur. You sigh.

"Yes! You are finally awake! Thank Celestia! I thought you were dead!"

Spitfire is sitting at the foot of your bed with a plate of what you hope is filth from the garbage disposal on a chair next to her. She sees that you are looking at her plate of mysteries and addresses it.

"It's breakfast! Dude, you gotta try it! It's apparently some sort of Fillypino food, my cousin gave me the recipe!" She then gives it a skeptical look. "Though I think I may have messed up somewhere in the mix..." She gives a nonchalant shrug. "Oh well. Eat up!" Spitfire stands and scoots the chair around your bed to where it is nearing your head. As the revolting mixture gets closer the reek of it hits your nose, giving you the evil sensation that is a sure cause for retching your guts out. but you resist. You pull off a weak smile simply out of courtesy for Spitfire.

"Just remember, it's only been two days, but if you want you can have me cook you breakfast every day!" The yellow mare giggles before twirling around to walk out the door. Leaving you with the plate of pure evil.

You let out another sigh, since when did you agree to letting her bring you breakfast for any day? That doesn't really matter now, she already made this... Whatever it is... And you'll just tell her not to do this "nice gesture" for you again.

You press down on the bed with your hooves that are on the same side of the bed as "breakfast" and roll yourself out of bed. You land neatly on all four hooves and stretch out your wings. You admire your feathered appendages for a short moment before asking yourself the question "How long will Spitfire be staying with me?" You jump over your bed with your wings reaching outward as you glide to the opposing side.

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After the gruesome task of choking down whatever it was that Spitfire seemed to have scraped from the bottom of the refrigerator, you now find yourself walking around Ponyville. You don't even remember agreeing on walking with her, honestly you remember it going somewhat like this:

"Bro,"

You cut her off. "Why are you calling me bro?"

She shrugged. "Fine, dude." Spitfire rolled her eyes. "Guess what!"

You decided not to respond to her for a few seconds, giving her the dramatic pause you guessed she was hoping for. "What Spit?"

"Oh, so you can call me Spit, but I can't call you bro?"

"Precisely."

"Man, that hurts me right here." She pointed to her center.

"Your heart or your spirit?"

"Neither! It's my stomach... You ate all of that good looking food so now I'm hungry..." She grinned a wolfish grin.

You cleared your throat. "Anyway, what were you saying?"

Her grin grew wider and more sly. You had a bad feeling about that... "You're walking with me."

"I'm doing wha-" Before you could finish your question Spitfire already had you by the tail and had bolted out the door.

You shake your head vigorously. This was your life now you had to get used to it. Every so often, or as your mom used to tell you, you will run into obstacles, you have to deal with them. You look over at the yellow pegasus that is practically the paragon of happiness by herself. Maybe she is your next obstacle?