Taking a Chance
By
darkstone57
Alright, this is it.
She’s just in that room with her friends practicing. All I have to do is; go up to her and give her the letter and wait for a response.
....Why am I not moving? ARGH!
Am I overdressed? OK, quick double...., triple...., and quadruple check, then I’ll go in.
I slip round the corner and look in the reflection of the window of the empty room. My hair is its usual buzz cut brown; I’m wearing my favourite red hoodie, got a pair of casual jeans and wearing my favourite black and blue sneakers. So... I’m going in there as just me... Ok. I can do this.
I take a deep breath and walk around the corner, swallowing my fears and standing straight, I give a couple of knocks on the window. Immediately she sees me and drums the rest of her routine with one hand as she waves to me with her other as I give her a gentle wave, with my right, in return. Man... she’s just great. That lovely fluffy curly hair, those eyes are just gorgeous and that smile... I could look at that smile all day...
After a few more moments I realise I’m still waving... and that she has stopped playing... and so have her friends. I feel my face flare up in embarrassment and swiftly hide my right, all the while trying to chastise myself openly.
She’s motioning to me; she wants me to come in. This is it. I grasp the door handle and take a confident step forward as I push the door open.
As I walk in, all the girls are looking at me with a friendly smile, probably laughing at how stupid I looked.
“Hey, Darren,” Sunset greets me, “What can we do for you?”
“Hey, Sunset...” I give her my attention as I reply but I can feel myself wanting to bolt for the hills, maybe this is- NO! I can do this, “I actually came here to give something to Pinkie.”
A collection of ‘Oooh’s fills the air in the room; of course they would it’s Valentine’s Day.
“For me?” Pinkie asks, surprised as I take a couple of awkward steps around the cables, trying my best not to trip.
I stand before her, in front of her drum kit, looking at that innocent cheery face of hers. Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating.
I inhale deeply through my nostrils before I reach into my jeans pocket and pull out my thoughts and feelings about this absolute angel written in letter form and hand it to her, with my head bow to her proclaiming “Happy Valentine’s Day.”
After a few tense silence moments I feel a tug on the other end of the letter and release my grip so that she can take it. Oh jeez... Here we go..... I CAN’T TAKE IT!
I suddenly stand upright, seeing she hasn’t even opened it, she’s still shocked... Oh, no... I MESSED UP! Quick, book it!
“Well,” I say out loud, my nervousness obvious to all the ladies present, (if the fact I wasn’t sweating bullets obvious enough), I clap my hands, “Good day ladies!” I proclaim sharply before attempting to charge for the door and escape, as I do I feel my feet catching on the cables and, oh, look at that, I’m fall-
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I feel myself moving. I’m laying on something comfortable... Am I on a bed?
I look to the left and see the window, still daytime.
I get a good look at my bearings... Is this... the nurse’s office?
Why am I- Oww, my head... I place my left hand on my head where the pain is coming from, trying to comfort it.
How did I get here? I look to my right to see... Pinkie... She’s sleeping on the side of the bed. Why is she here?
I take my right and give her a gentle nudge on her shoulder. “Pinkie?” I nudge her couple more times, saying her name, trying to wake her up.
Pinkie suddenly jumps upright and shouts “CHIMMICHANGA!”
I jolt back a bit at her cry and for some reason, beyond me, I blurt out; “PICKLEBEAR!”
We look at each other, lost at what the heck we just blurted until we ended up giggling at how silly we must have sounded.
When we calmed down, I asked, “What are you doing here, Pinkie?”
She giggled for a few more seconds before she looked at me, contently, her smile is making me blush. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up, silly.”
For the life of me, I can’t possibly fathom why, so I ask, “Why?”
She tilted her head slightly, confused, and silent. “Ooh!” She blurts unexpectedly and reaches into her hair fluffy pink hair and pulls out a piece of paper, which looks like a... letter... Ohhhhhhhh.... OH!
“You...” I gulped nervously, “You read it?”
She nodded happily, “But,” she handed it to me, “Before I give you my answer, I want you to read it to me.”
“I-uhhh...” I fall on my words... This is happening. Oh, good grief, this is happening.
“Please?” Pinkie asks me; her eyes seemed... more beautiful than usual.
I swallow my fears and build up my courage as I take the piece of paper that I have spent the last three weeks preparing to give her. I turn the paper towards me, looking at that gorgeous face of hers one more.
I sit up straight, take a deep breath as I begin to read the contents of my heart to her;
“To Pinkie Pie,
I have tried for a long time to express to you my feelings for you, there are so many things I want to say, which is why I have written it here for you and hope you will read it at least once before answering my question. If I don’t let you know how I feel, then I will regret not taking a chance.
I remember the day we met; it was the second day of my second term here at Canterlot High. I was struggling with a couple of home problems but I tried to hide it behind a forced smile and made sure my friends didn’t worry about their loser friend. Then, out of nowhere, you came. You asked me why I had such a sad smile. I tried to shake you off but you insisted you wouldn’t be happy until I had a happy smile. I was adamant on being alone and trying to weather the storm even going so far as to shout at you, demanding to know why should you care about a loser like me. And, then, after being so harsh towards you, you gave me a genuine hug and told me that no-one should ever have to force a smile when their sad and I should be happy. I don’t remember how long I was crying for, or how long I held you for.
After that, I realised how lucky the world was to have such a nice lady like you, but, the more I called you friend and got to hang out with you and your friends after, the more I realised that I truly cared for you. I could tell you how about I see you as this gorgeous angel that was crafted by the high heavens and, let’s not kid ourselves, you are the hottest lady walking these halls, in my eyes, it’s your smile that ultimately won me over. That genuine, caring, happy smile of yours could calm all the storms in the world because it is that bright and beautiful to look at.
If you’ve read this much, first, thank you and second, I want to ask you one simple question;
Will you be my girlfriend, Pinkie? If you say yes, know that you’ll have made me the happiest person alive, if you say no, then thank you for reading this and know that I would not change a single thing about our friendship and I do not regret telling you how I feel.
Sincerely, Darren Brand.”
As I finished reading, I looked up to see her looking at me right in my face with the brightest smile I have ever seen on her face.
Before I blink she plants her lips soflty against mine.... Wait, what?
She pulls away from me and proclaims cheerfully, “I would love to be your girlfriend, Brandy!”
“WAIT, WHAT!?!” Is all I can say in response, to which she giggles, “Is this a dream?” I ask genuinely as I place my left hand on my head again, in disbelief.
I feel Pinkie take the same hand and places both hers and mine, gently against her soft cheek and she says earnestly, “This is real.”
No words can describe how happy I am at this moment but all I do is press my lips gently against hers as we share a long tender kiss....
BEST! DAY! EVER!
Author's Note
A late Valentine's Day thingamajig for you people. Take a chance and go for broke! Hope you all had a good one.
Constructive criticism and honesty are always appreciated.
Take care.
