Graduation Party

It's lunchtime over here at Canterlot high, as I sit with my friends close to the windows. The place is rather loud because of everyone excited of two things:

1. Graduation
   
2. Pinkie Pie is having a party and everyone is invited.

I'm not sure if I want to go, unless my friends want to come along. My name is Garth, a nineteen-year-old about to graduate Canterlot high. I have short black hair, wearing glasses, and quite a shy guy. I know I have two friends, but I feel as though two isn't enough.

Since middle school, the people I once knew began to change and act different than what we once were when were younger. I knew a girl who was a nice girl, but she then changed into quite a snotty showoff who likes to flirt with other guys. Out of everyone around here in Canterlot high, Pinkie is the only girl who hasn't changed at all. I don't know much about her, but she's always the cheerful one and loves to make people smile. We need more girls like her in our lives; feels like there aren't enough like her out there. I never talked to her, but you could say I've seen her since elementary school and she's always making everyone's day perfect.

Now, I've mentioned that I have two friends, right? Well, the guy beside me on the left is Brad; the kind of guy that the girls would die for. He's one of the popular kids around here and yet, he is friends with a dork like me. I always like those kind of friendships where there's a nerdy/loser that is friends with the popular/cool kid. We became friends back in freshman year, when I was beginning to understand more of the school. To describe this guy, he's got muscles that makes the ladies gawk at him, likes to wear T-shirts, has long black hair, green eyes, and the two of us just so happen to enjoy Pink floyd.

My other friend on my right is Darren, a musician when it comes to a saxophone. Seriously, when I came to hear his music back in our sophomore, he surprised me by playing the theme of Cowboy Bebop. My mind was blown; I never knew there could be a guy who is a year younger than I, playing Tank! by the Seatbelts. He has light blue hair, yellow eyes, light purple skin, and has a scar on his shoulder from an accident he had back in middle school when he was skateboarding.

"So, Garth," said Brad, closing the cap of his coke. "I won't be able to come to the party."

"How come?" I asked, crumpling up my now empty lunch bag.

"Because my family is already having a party over at my grandma's. So, I won't be able to make it."

"What about you, Darren?" I asked, looking over to him.

"I have to perform for my family for my graduation party," he replied. "Looks like you'll have to be on your own. Sorry, buddy."

"Oh... well..."

"Garth," said Brad, wrapping his arm around my neck. "You'll have a fun time. Don't worry. Perhaps you'll meet some chicks over there that you haven't gotten to talk to."

"I-well, I... uh."

"Garth," he said in a serious tone. "Go to the party, man up, and meet some girls. This may be your last time you'll be able to see any of those girls again, until you meet them by coincidence somewhere."

"I guess," I said with a shrug.

"Garth, you are going to that party. As your friend, I really care about you and you need to meet some girls. I met a girl online and we have been chatting with one another on Skype."

"You never told me that," I said with surprise.

"I met a nice girl named Octavia," said Darren. "She likes the way I play on the sax and got me a gig in the upcoming month."

"Wow! Congrats, man."

"See, Garth," said Brad, releasing me. "We met girls. Now it's time you met one. What's your type of girl? Nice one? Bad girls?"

"Uh... well, I actually do have a crush on this one girl," I said, looking away.

"Oh?" said both Brad and Darren. "Who?"

"It's... Pinkie."

"So you like the kind of girls that are crazy, yet sweet?" asked Darren.

"I find her my type of girl," I replied. "She makes so many people smile and never has she failed to do so. I like a girl that can make people feel happy."

"Well, Garth," smirked Brad. "Go to her party and talk to her."

"Speaking of," said Darren, looking behind us.

Brad and I turn around, seeing Pinkie hand out lollipops to students, one by one. As she finishes with the table behind us, she walks towards us, making my heart race.

"Hey fellas," she said in a cheerful mood. "Have a lollipop."

"Thanks, Pinkie," said Brad, as she hands him a lollipop.

"Thanks," I said, as I nervously grab ahold of the lollipop stick.

"Say, Pinkie," said Darren, as he grabs ahold of his lollipop.

"What's up, buddy?" she asked, zooming towards him like a lightning bolt.

"My friend, Garth," he said, patting my back. "He'd like to talk to you."

"Wh-"

"Yeah," said Brad, cutting me off. "He'd like to talk to you and he says he's a fan of coming to your party."

"You're coming to the party?!" she gasped, as she scoots between Darren to sit beside me. "This is so unlike you, Garth. You usually don't come to any of my parties."

"This time," said Darren. "He'd love to. He wants to be a great sport and spend some time with everyone, including yourself."

"Oh goodie," she said, smiling widely.

"We'll leave you two be," said Brad, as he and Darren leave the table.

"Thanks for the lollipops, Pinkie," said Darren, as he and Brad walk away.

"Anytime, guys," she said, waving to them.

"I'm going to kill you guys," I thought, as my heart beats very quickly. "Why would you do this to me?!"

"So, Garth," she said, looking towards me. "What is it you'd like to talk about? Cake? Confetti? Party cannon?! I'm just so excited!!"

"Heh, yeah," I said, as a bead of sweat goes down my brow. "Would... you mind if... I come over?"

"Of course you can," she said with a giggle. "I invited nearly everyone in Canterlot High to come to my party. I want this party to be a day to remember."

"I'm guessing your friends will be there too, huh?"

"Sure they will. They are my friends. What kind of cookies do you like? I plan on making a lot of them for tonight."

"Do you know how to make sugar cookies?"

"Sure."

"I have a craving for those."

"I'll make a bunch, just for you," she said, poking my nose.

I can feel the blood rushing into my head, making me flush.

"Thanks, Pinkie," I said, looking away out of shyness. "You know, you're... quite a nice girl."

"I love being a nice girl," she said with a giggle. "I always love to see smiles from everyone."

"It's a very good trait you have, Pinkie," I said, giving her a soft smile. "It's what makes you a good person. We... need more girls like you out there."

"You really think so?" she said, forming a blush on her cheeks.

"Yeah," I nodded. "People like you are amazing."

"Thanks, Garth," she said, giving me a tight hug.

Suddenly, the bell rings, making students leave the cafeteria and to their next classes.

"Time to go," said Pinkie, still hugging me. "But before I do."

I then felt a quick touch of her lips touching my cheeks, making my mind go blank.

"See you at the party tonight," she said, releasing me and dashing off.

I slowly stood up and place a hand from where she kissed. My mind was trying to hold together on reality, yet, I was clung onto la la land. My mind was filled with happiness and joy. I haven't felt like this in a long time; not since I went to Disneyland back when I was six. I was suddenly brought back to reality, as Pinkie rocks me back and forth.

"Garth," she said, still shaking me. "Get yourself together, silly! Time to get to class!"

"Wha?! Oh!" I said, as I shake my head a few times. "Thanks, Pinkie."

"Get going!" she said, as I get up.

The two of us rushed out, then taking separate ways. As I rush towards class, I thought back again on that kiss.

"I can't believe she kissed me," I thought, as my mind began to cloud again.

Before I could see it coming, I slip and fell on my behind. Feeling a sting of pain, I slowly get up to see Janitor Discord looking down at me with a questionable look. He brings a hand down, helping me bring myself up.

"You okay, young man?" he asked, cocking a brow as I straighten out my shirt.

"Sorry, Mister Discord," I said, walking past him. "It won't happen again."

As I walk closer and closer to class, I think about the graduation party. Perhaps, I will go; Brad and Darren are right.

"I need to make this party a night to remember," I thought before entering class.