Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Eleven: Looking Back...

My time at the hospital was very uneventful, apart from the frequent visits from Alex, and now accepted in society, the ponies that live with us too. Alex having to spread the news like he most likely did may have been a great turn around for me, but now that I have an arm covered by a light blue cast, and a wheelchair to accommodate my leg. Unfortunately, I had to quit my part-time job, due to my conditions, which is just. However, they said that they hope I do well in the future, and I'm just glad I have enough pay for the remainder of the time here in the University of Liverpool. Asides from that, being met in public isn't uneventful, as many people come to say hello to me and the girls, but asides from that nobody, or nopony got hurt.

It will take me a fuck ton of time to recover from this, but at least I'm still loved and/or appreciated by the four girls. Just be glad that your life is positive after a good six months out of action. And fame. Don't forget fame.

I haven't been taking advantage of my fame, because that's what all idiot celebrities do. Okay, maybe I am, but hey, I don't give two flying fucks. Apart from knowing almost all the bronies in Liverpool, and now there is a convention I must go to tomorrow. It's convenient, how I've healed up fully, and my first convention visit is the next day.

That's not what's important right now. I've just learnt how to walk again, and I've gotten my things packed to go to this convention with Alex. He's not particularly happy about it, but if it's free, then who can complain? If I had to go to some sort of convention for free, why the fuck not!? You understand where I'm going at?

Enough of rhetorical questions, me, Alex, and the rest of us are in a hotel near the convention building, with our passes at hand, or hoof in certain cases, and we are all just laying back relaxing. At least me and Scootaloo are. Alex is using his laptop, sitting on the bed, and as usual, Sweetie Belle is jumping on the bed in her cheery and carefree state. Rainbow Dash is watching Alex on his laptop, and Rarity is at a desk, drawing something, which I am unaware of. Most likely a new clothing idea that she got from mine and Alex’s body shape.

The silence is broken when Rainbow asks Alex a question. “What is in that folder over there?” she points with her hoof.

I have an out of body feeling that that's been asked b-

“Let's not go there, Rainbow Dash.”

...oh yeah. I remember when that happened. It was when I w-

…uhh.

Of all the things I had to start envisioning, it was that. I mean it was enjoyable, but now that I go back, it's kinda strange.

I glance over at Rainbow Dash, who is trying to find out what is in the folder she mentioned, and an idea comes to my head. I pat Scoot on the head, and say, “I'll be back in a bit,” before slowly creeping up to her.

I prepare my basic things in my pockets without anyone asking, and I creep up behind Rainbow.

I whisper into Rainbow’s ear, “Heeeeyyy~...”

She turns around, and suddenly jerks back from seeing me. Annoyed, she asks, “What?”

I shoot a cunning stare at her, and slowly inch closer to her.

“What the hay do you want?” she says, before staying calm, and looking back at me very confused.

I soon am face to face with the pegasus, and still with a cheeky grin and cunning eyes, I whisper slowly in her ear.

“I'm boning your sister…”

I immediately run out, screaming “LOOOOOOOOL” as I do so.

I run out of the hotel frantically, and I hop into a McDonald's nearby. I have no idea how Rainbow Dash reacted to what I said, but she hasn't flown after me, so I think I'm safe. I quickly order a large Chocolate HoneyComb Iced Frappe, and sit down to look out of the window. The rain has now started to come down, and it patters against the window and dribbles downwards. The almost absent traffic outside makes no major sound, as it is 10pm, and the streetlights light up the tranquil streets. The light coming from behind me has no real effect on the scenery before me, but I see my own, depressed looking figure in the reflection of the window.

“Hey.” a voice calls from my left.

I turn to face where the voice came from, and see a black man sitting down with a milkshake in his right hand. He has straight black hair and brown eyes, and from what I heard, it seemed that he had some sort of accent, as if he was visiting the UK for his own good. “You Brendan Andersen, right?” he asks.

“Das ist moi, ja,” I reply, “Might I ask for you name, and why you'd like to talk?”

“Oh. Of course.” he responds, with a distinctive Australian accent, “My name is Matthew Williams, and I just wanted to see how you were doing. You don't look too well.”

“To be honest, living with all of these ponies is difficult, so I'm going through a lot of stress,” I admit, “I can't get some time to myself, despite actually enjoying my time with the others, yet a day of relaxation seems almost unnegotiable, considering I have so many to look after.”

“Well,” he says, “you have this convention thing coming along tomorrow, and I shall say, try and enjoy yourself. You may be feeling down, but you can never have a day where you can do nothing. Every day seems to be a normal day for all of you, yet whenever time feels it's right, it will throw obstacles at you. It's what it does, and time has thrown four ponies at you this time. See it like a test: whoever is up there wants to know how you can cope with an object in life, and how you would deal with it. It's like walking for the first time; challenging, but you can overcome it.”

After a speech of wisdom by this man, a tear rolled down my right cheek. “Yeah.” I respond, “you're right. I should be enjoying life despite my troubles. Thank you Matt.”

“You're welcome,” he accepts. And with that I get up, shake his hand and walk back to the hotel, enlightened by this man's wise words.

Life is a complicated thing to overcome. Time is a puzzle around a small world, in a small universe, among a collection of universes. Never will a hard moment be able to throw you down, and never will an easy moment push you any higher than you already are. All actions, all days, and all the time, will a simple memory cross your mind, and always an easy life you will see. A life never so complicated, could be more, than the one of my own...