It's Not About the Bobby Pin
It's Not About the Bobby Pin
It was the middle of the afternoon in Ponyville. Twilight Sparkle was on her way to see Rarity after she sent an urgent message to her. Apparently, she wanted Twilight to come over for a “Non-Emergency, yet very important” reason. To which, Twilight translated it as, “Please come see me as soon as you can.”
Approaching the front entrance to the Carousel Boutique, Twilight knocked on the door and it creaked open by itself. Surprised to find the door was left unlocked, Twilight stepped into shop. She closed the door behind her with a swift wave of magic from her horn. Immediately, she saw Rarity, who was sprawled out on a purple chaise with her back turned towards Twilight.
“Rarity?” Twilight was concerned for her friend as she glanced once more across the room. “Are you alright?”
“Oh, Twilight!” Rarity sobbed, “It’s horrible!”
The purple alicorn was frightened by her statement. As she moved closer to the fashionista, Twilight thought her friend was on the verge of a total breakdown. The amount of sobs and sniffles that came from Rarity showed signs of her intent. Her body shook slightly with every tear she shed.
“What!? What is so horrible?” Twilight asked, deeply invested into her friend's episode.
“The pain! All the pain!” Rarity cried out.
When Twilight was within a hoof reach of her friend, Rarity laid her back on the couch. Twilight then saw what caused such a fuss from her friend. Rarity had a single bobby pin pricked into her forehead. The piece of metal was exactly located just below her horn and almost between Rarity’s eyes.
“Um, Rarity…” Twilight pointed at the pin. “It looks like you seem to have-”
“A horrible headache?” Rarity quivered her lip. “I know, and it’s been driving me positively insane, darling!”
“No.” Twilight stammered, “It seems to be that you have a bobby pin stuck right on your forehead.”
“It’s not about the bobby pin, Twilight!” Rarity rolled her watered eyes.
“Are you sure? because I can literally see it.” Twilight’s horn began to glow in a velvet aura. “I mean I can just remove it-”
“Oh, Twilight. Please stop telling me what I should do!” Rarity snapped, “I mean, I am in a lot of pain right now, but just telling me that I can just remove my headache is simply preposterous.”
Twilight canceled her spell and facehooved. “Look, Rarity, I am not trying tell you what to do. I am trying to say that if you remove the nail from your head then maybe this headache you have might go-”
“Oh, Twilight…” Rarity sighed. “You’re always doing that.”
“Wait…” Twilight was confused by the sudden interruption. “What?”
Rarity stated, “You always try to fix the problem in every single situation we come across and yet you never try to listen to me, or Fluttershy, or any of our other friends for the matter-”
“No.” Twilight rubbed her forehead, frustrated by her friend’s delusion. “Rarity there is a bobby pin stuck in your head and I-”
“See, there you go again!” Rarity pointed at Twilight and yelled, “You are not listening to me at all! If you're just going to be telling me what to do, then I shouldn’t have bothered with asking you to come over here in the first place!”
Twilight sighed. She concluded that Rarity wasn’t going to listen to her. Therefore, since Twilight had grown sick and tired of her friend’s complaints, she decided to give up and conform to Rarity’s demand.
“Ok, fine!” Twilight sat down. “I’ll listen to you then, if it makes you feel any better!”
“Thank you. darling!” Rarity replied, suddenly losing her pouty face and attitude along with it.
Twilight slowly scowled and gritted her teeth. “No problem.”
“Anyways, as I’ve been saying...” Rarity stated, “Ever since this morning, when I was working on this new order from Canterlot, I began to grow this horrible headache.”
Maybe because of the bobby pin stuck in your head! Rarity! Twilight said to herself. She tried not to speak her mind, but that proved to be challenge within itself since the evidence was clearly right in front of her. Using self restraint, Twilight kept her mouth shut and her eyes straight on Rarity’s tear soaked face.
“...and I just felt awful!” Rarity pouted, “It’s like this ever growing pain on my forehead. Then, it just kept on growing and growing until I just couldn’t take it anymore!”
“Yeah.” Twilight raised an eyebrow. “So that’s why you called me over here?”
“But, of course!” Rarity stuck her hoof out and touched Twilight’s shoulder. “I knew you would be the one smart enough to listen to me.”
...complain about the obvious pain that comes from a bobby pin stuck in your forehead! Twilight thought. While she tried to hold her composure, her body slightly shook in anger. The solution to Rarity’s problem was right in front of her. Twilight would be able to fix it if Rarity would listen to her for just one second.
Instead, Twilight chose to give up on trying to communicate to the fashionista the actual problem. Wrapping a hoof around Rarity’s, Twilight sighed as she looked back at her friend. Staring straight into her eyes, she made sure to not leak out an ounce of her inner rage.
Twilight huffed, before she said with sincerity, “That just sounds... awful.”
“Aw, thank you Twilight,” Rarity replied, as if her friend’s words seemed to somewhat heal the pain from her forehead.
“No problem,” was all Twilight could say since she wanted to get out of the boutique.
Twilight could feel a tug on her coat as Rarity got up from her chair. Wanting to hug her, they brought their bodies closer together as Twilight wrapped her hooves around Rarity. In return, the fashionista did the same.
“Ow!” Rarity screamed, accidentally bumping the pin into her friend’s forehead.
“Oh, come on!” Twilight almost rage shifted as she pushed Rarity away. “I could just remove it-”
“Don’t you DARE even-”
They continued to argue to no prevail.
Author's Note
“When people talk, listen completely. Most people never listen.” - Ernest Hemingway
“Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply.” - Stephen R. Covey
Dear Readers,
Thank you for taking the moment to read this little short fic. I invite everyone to comment, favorite, and maybe follow me as well (if you think I deserve your follow). Also, if you see a grammar error in the story then feel free to PM the corrections to me and I will be swift to fix them. As for this story, I think everyone has had those moments where you or someone you know just might not have taken that moment to realize they do need to listen to others. To which, I can find myself guilty of that sometimes. 
Anyways, Thank you once again!
