Chickens and Mallows

Chickens and Mallows

Written by RB101

Chapter Seventeen: Moving Day

Sitting in a car on the way to Norwich with two other people and six other ponies must be a bore, but being me, I'm always prepared, and my music player is running smoothly on my phone. The current song, ‘A City in Florida’, quietly drumming into my ears, seems to fit the fast motion of the scenery on the outside. Alex is sitting to my left, tapping on his lap, and on his left, Sweetie Belle. To my right, you guessed it, Scootaloo, and to her right, Rainbow Dash. Rarity, AppleJack, AppleBloom, and Milos are sitting opposite, and the driver is in the drivers seat. Where else would he be? Me and Scoot are sharing this pair of earphones, and Alex and Milos have their own pairs, where Milos has his shared with AJ, and Alex having his to himself.

The journey consisted of a seven hour car journey, with a couple of stopovers to allow toilet breaks, food stops, and, of course, saying hello to fans at those stops. The actual car journey was around five hours, but when you have waiting fans along your way…

“So,” Milos spoke up, “how do you think doing this will benefit us?”

“Firstly,” answered Alex, “we have our own property for all nine of us to be at peace.”

“I can professionally get a job now that I'm fixed, but it's not like I need one, eh?” I added.

“You may as well, more money for us, huh?”

“True,” both me and Alex replied.

“Where is the new house?” Scootaloo asked us eventually.

“It's in a place called Norwich.” I responded.

“Is that a different country!?” Sweetie Belle then also asked.

“No it's not,” Alex replied to her.

A sigh of disappointment shakes the three crusaders.

“At least it's somewhere different than where we were.” Milos tries to excite them.

“There's a massive garden too!” Rainbow excitedly says.

“And a fabulous view too.” Rarity says happily.

“Well, that's what the photos showed us,” AJ says truthfully.

Now a different song drums into my ears. Upbeat, very bass-oriented, and in general one of my favourite song. If I can enjoy a song like this, then so can other people who are into dance music like me. There is around an hour left of car travel before we actually encounter our new house and unpack. Those details won't be very important, so we can just skip ahead…

...I feel like I've just broken the fourth wall again. Eh, not an unusual occurrence, so fuck it.

Anyways, skip ahead another day, and arrangements are made:

The house comprises of two floors, with four rooms on each floor. The rooms are equally divided in space, and on the top back two rooms there is, more of a curtain, than a wall. For that reason I proclaimed the far top left room, and Alex claimed the far top right. Milos has a separate room, the near top right room, and the bathroom is by mine. Doesn't help that I got first pick, and that there is a direct door from my room to the bathroom.

Far left room on the bottom floor is the kitchen, and the one to the right of that is the living and dining room. The front room is one big room, where we can all mess about for all we care. We mainly use it for the ponies, but I digress. The walls are coated in a mint green and brown combination, and the ceiling is a smooth shade of cream.

My room has a balcony on the outside too, which looks on into the large field we have for a garden.

So I am sitting at my computer, Alex is most likely at his, and from what I can tell outside the crusaders are playing around in the garden, and AJ is setting up a mini apple farm in the far corner. Milos is taking a nap on the sofa downstairs, and Rarity is sorting his room out. Heavens know where RD is; she's most likely that high up.

As the night approaches the new household of Andersen, Zelenko, and Novaković, the Crusaders, and Rainbow, come back down into the house to stay safe from the dark. Though this place may be isolated, albeit the nine of us, we feel that we should keep them in, just in case people do find us.

I sit down at my computer and turn it on, and Alex rolls the curtain to disclose our separate rooms.

I turn to him and compliment, “Your room is looking decent.”

“Yours too,” he returns.

“Cheers,” I reply, “how do you think life will pan out now that we've got the money for it?”

“And the qualifications,” he adds, “I think life will be great.”

“Yeah,” I slowly nod my head in agreement, “it will.”

I load up LMMS again, and turn away from the screen, and I stare at the wall, whilst sitting on my bed.

Alex has the same program loaded up, and he's doing the same.

He turns to look at me. “You trying to listen for inspiration too?” he asks.

“Yeah. I gotta get something out…” I respond.

“I'll get us our usual drinks, I'll be back.” He gets up and walks to the kitchen.

I close my eyes and think for a bit. ‘Great… my life has been brilliant, hasn't it?’

My thought seemed to have been said aloud, as Scootaloo replies with a, “It's certainly changed since we arrived. I'm just starting to miss home.”

I turn to face her. She seems worried that she may never see PonyVille again.

“I know how you feel Scoot, I moved to Liverpool, by leaving my family and belongings behind. I know what's it's like to miss an entire town. For hell I miss Transport for London bus and train services.” my face goes straight. “If there was a way, I would help with i-”

Before I can finish my sentence, she rushes off. I have no clue what that was about...