Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Fifteen: Milos’ Story

University is a bitch. Just saying that now. I cannot handle how incomprehensible everything is, and how unachievable their actual expectations are! Then again this is Newcastle, and I'd expect a twenty-four year old man ranting at us for not doing ‘our best’ if it were.

What I'm doing is perfectly fine: I'm doing the work that's needed, I have the money because of my part time job, and because I'm so far ahead, I can have the job.

So after being shouted at by our lecturer for the two hundred and fifty sixth time, yes I did count from the two years I've been here, I make my way home on a chilly March day.

The twenty minute walk from the ground isn’t too much to bother about, as the lateness of the night and the darkness and dullness of the street is not much to care about. If I could really describe the scenery, it would be that the shops’ luminescent lights are glowing in the street, the snow crunching under my feet the only steps of the road, the shutters closing from some restaurants and corner shop making the only mechanic noise. The street lights, glowing a bright orange lead my way to my house by the river. The Tyne is slightly frozen, but it truly has no purpose but to supply some water to Newcastle.

Anyways, my way to my house comes to an end as I, miraculously, reach my front door. I pull my keys out and go to unlock the door.

I wasn't expecting an orange pony with a blonde mane and a brown stetson to open the door upon my arrival, and say, “Howdy.” I also wasn't expecting for there to be a smaller, cream coloured one with a red mane and a pink bow in it, hopping in place behind her.

I am aware that I know that miracles happens, but shit like this makes you think you're tripping. Hard.

I go to step into the passageway before the orange mare speaks up, “Hello?”

So we're following sapient ponies now. I am gonna have a good talk to someone I vaguely know when I can.

I lift my hand and give it a wave. “Hello,” I repeat, without the questioning tone.

The little one also speaks up, “Hello, tall thing that can talk.”

I chuckle a little. “You couldn't think of anything else?” I ask. Before letting her answer, I speak up again. “My name is Milos, and this is my house.”

“So you live in this house?” the orange one asks.

I nod. “You've got my name. Now I want yours.”

The orange one looks back and turns to me. “Yeah sorry mister. My name is AppleJack. Excuse my little sister, AppleBloom, too.”

I mentally take note of their names and I walk into the house.

I formally give them a tour before returning back to my room, and I make sleeping arrangements. That guest room that I haven't converted always comes in handy sometimes, whether you find a passed out friend on the street during your walk back, or whether you want to, er…

I have no other use for it than to let drunk friends get rest. Then again it's only this one guy who ends up in that state, and I heard he's going through rehab to stop the addiction.

Looks like he took my advice well.

Anyways, I go to my calendar on my phone and check the date. It reads, ‘January the 21st, 2020.’

No biggie, I can look after them.

Immediately taking words back isn't what I like to do, but holy shit I really cannot cope with this. I've been watching the news recently more often with the girls, but with an empty fridge, and nothing else to do, aside from using the computer, which I got really tired of, hey.

I zone out for a brief moment until I hear shouting from my left side.

“THE OTHER CRUSADERS ARE IN THIS COUNTRY!!!”

I snap back. I stare at the screen for a moment.

“Heh, Rarity and Rainbow are here too. Apparently they're being looked after by, er, Olekzar…” she stutters to pronounce the name on screen.

They're easy. Brendan Andersen and Oleksandr Zelen-

...kooooh my God…

My friends from secondary school are in the same situation.

I really start to engage myself in this news report and it reports them being in Liverpool, where they were when I last checked, and that Brendan is in hospital.

‘Why is Brendan in hospital?’ I think to myself.

“Rainbow Dash doesn't think ahead, so I guess she's the one who did it.” AJ says, answering my question, which was quite frankly thought aloud.

“Those two men are my friends, the two older ones are your friends,” I point to AJ, “and the little ones are friends with AppleBloom.”

They've taken their announce to the world, and it's taken them positively so far.

Suddenly, Brendan, who is in the hospital chair, just sits up, looks to his left, then right.

He waves at the camera with a smirk as it focuses on him.

“Sup.” And with that he falls back asleep again.

What the fuck was that? He just, ugh… I need to think straight...

...I know what to do. Follow in their footsteps and our lives can be built from scratch.

It wouldn't surprise me if they never find out until I phone them. I know them, and I know they don't read the news.

Okay. I wasn't expecting this much of an uproar in Newcastle compared to the one in Liverpool, but it appears we're evenly matched. Our lives have gotten much better since I announced their existence, and I have no more than the sisters to thank. I've learnt that AppleBloom is 16, and that AJ is 23, so there's no real dispute. I can always pick.

Why am I even considering dating one of them? I'm a human being who should love other human beings, for fucks sake. Then again, it could happen…

There's a chance…

...and then I heard of the convention here and here I am!” Milos finishes his story.

The audience, now given the story of Milos, claps slightly, before the panel host turns to them.

“Okay, we’ll take questions one at a time at the microphone set up here, and please queue behind it. Well try to get through as many as we can, so don't be too long.”

Well, here we go...