Culture Shock

Your least favorite author MorsTactica here!

You may or may not enjoy this one, and the ending is mean. Leave a comment below if you like it, or what I've done wrong. Can't fix what I don't know is broken! Enjoy.

Two hours and many questions later Leon and Rainbow Dash walked back out to his truck, the sun beating down at them from its noon perch.
“School is out already? Awesome!” Dash exclaimed, hopping in the truck.
“Not yet, it's lunch break. We have about three more hours after we get back.” Leon said, starting the truck and pulling out onto the road.
“Oh, well that sucks. School sucks, all you do is sit all day. Very boring.” Dash pouted, leaning against her door and looking out of the window. “I miss flying...” Dash trailed off, lost in thought.
Leon pulled his truck into the parking lot of a restaurant, “Scott's Diner” was written on the sign above the door. “This place had been here forever. Good food. C'mon Dash, some lunch will cheer you up.” Leon hopped out and stood at the hood of the truck, waiting on Rainbow Dash.
“I'm not hungry Leon, you go ahead.” Rainbow pouted through the now rolled down window.
“Come on, don't be like that. You'll see, a little food and some music, you'll be fine.” Leon gestured to the door, as if Rainbow Dash didn't where they were going.
“Fine, I’m not eating though. I'll get some water.” Dash got out and they walked into the Diner, looking around Leon saw the lunch rush was a bit non-existent today. Older styled country came from the speakers.
“Hey Leon, the usual?” Asked a waitress leaning against the bar, obviously bored.
“Yeah, and a salad.” replied Leon, pointing at Dash, who was taking a seat in a booth by the window.
“Who's the pretty lady?” came a voice from the kitchen, obviously male. Leon looked through the window at the cook, a man in his late forties. He was wearing a white T-shirt with a grease stained apron over it.
“That's Andrea, she's new here. I'm buying her some lunch.” Leon said, walking up to the counter.
“Oh, she -is- that kind of friend.” said the cook, with a hearty chuckle at the end.
“Rick it's not like that, I’m just being friendly. I mean, she's very pretty and all...” Leon said, his face turning red.
“Geez Leon, don't turn into a tomato. I was just playing around son.” Rick laughed some more, then flipped a burger.
“Yeah yeah, don't burn my food.” Leon pushed himself off the counter and then sat down across from Rainbow Dash, his face restored to normal pigmentation.
“You alright Dash? I mean, I guess that's a stupid question...” Leon sat back, checking his phone and returning some texts.
“Yeah, I guess. I want to fly. It's a feeling like no other, you know?” Dash put her chin on one of her hands, looking over Leon.
“Actually, I do. Flying is awesome, I know.” Leon sat his phone down as the food arrived, a burger with fries and a salad. “Thanks, looks great. An American classic right here.”Leon stated with a smile, pouring some Ketchup on the edge of his plate by the fries, eating a few.
“How do you know about flying, Leon?” Dash inquired, looking at the salad and then back at the window.
“We have things called airplanes. They're kind of like cars but they have wings and can fly.” Leon replied, biting into his burger.
“So what's a burger anyways?” Dash said, looking at the burger with interest, inspecting the contents.
Leon swallowed. “One of the best foods in the world when done right, and this place does it right, that's for sure. Try it!” Leon offered the burger, looking at Dash with expectancy. Rainbow bit into the burger, then chewed slowly, and swallowed.
“What is this stuff? It's good and all but we don't have anything like it in Ponyville.” Dash looked at the burger suspiciously.
“Beef. Meat. Cow. It's non-vegetarian.” Leon explained. Dash dropped it as if it were aflame, wiping off her hand on her jeans.
“But cows talk! They are like ponies Leon, how can you -eat- them?” Dash exclaimed, shocked and appalled.
“Not here, they're very dumb and can't talk or anything. They just do what they have to so they can survive. And they're tasty! Everyone eats them, it's common practice.” Leon resumed eating, a satisfied smile on his face.
“Well... I still don't like the idea...” Dash picked up a fork and poked at her salad, not eating any of it. “ I think I lost my appetite.”
As they wrapped up their meal, or rather Leon did, he continued, “So, thoughts on school?” Leon wiped his face with a napkin, tossing it on his empty plate.
“Boring. How long will we have to go?” Dash said casually, pushing her nearly full bowl of salad away.
“A long time, you'll get used to it Dash.” Leon stood up, handed the ticket and some money to the waiter at the register. “Keep the change.” Leon and Dash exited with a wave to Rick.
They hopped in the truck, and Leon started it up and then turned on the radio. Some unknown artist's strings rocked through the speakers, a catchy tune about running from the law his new muscle car. “My last class is pretty long today, you might want to pick up a book from the library. It goes till about four thirty.” Leon said, absentmindedly.
“You know that I’m an egghead?” Dash replied, surprised, looking over at Leon.
“You're not an egghead, Dash. Anyone can read. I read too, and I’m a sporty guy.” Leon spoke dismissively, as if it were something already discussed.
“Oh are you? Show me. All I've seen you do is school work and talk with your friends. Your friends are weirder than you by the way.”
“You'll see at football practice. No-one can touch me.” Leon ended his sentence with a small laugh, pulling into the parking lot of the school.
“You play football? That's funny Leon.” Asked Dash, hopping out of the truck. Leon got out and they began walking to their fourth hour class.
“You'll see, today is scrimmage day.” Leon gleefully stated with a sly smirk.

The sun beat down on Leon's helmeted head as the players exited the locker room and stepped onto the football field, the field's AstroTurf radiating the Oklahoma August sun back at the players as they took their positions to stretch. Leon waved at a bored looking Rainbow Dash, whom waved back and then leaned back, waiting for something to happen.
“Hey lover boy, you gonna stretch today?” taunted Jack, punching Leon in the arm playfully. Leon punched him back and laughed, but was cut off by a whistle.
“EVERYONE ON THEIR FACES, MILLER AND BARNES WANT TO FLIRT!” Yelled an over-zealous coach. Everyone groaned and did so, holding themselves in the “up” position. “Pretty hot today boys. Supposed to be about 102 degrees. When I say go will do a pushup and say 'THANK YOU FOR FLIRTING ON SCRIMAGE DAY!', Got it?”
The football team answered “Got it!”
“WHAT?” Yelled the coach, taking a drink from a sports bottle.
“GOT IT!” Yelled the team in response, wanting the ordeal to be over. Leon looked over and saw Dash cracking up, clapping her hands and laughing.
He grunted and looked down at the artificial grass. “GO!”