Bones for the Taking

"Dad?" I ask, gaining a laugh from the other side.

"Yes. It's me. I caught word that you were in Ponyville. So I called your residence there to say: hello!" He says.

Here's a little something about my dad: his name is Dark artist. And, as you probably guessed, he's a painter. And Celestia is he annoying.

"You 'caught word'?" I ask, the quotations evident in my tone. "From who?"

"Note, Of course! He calls your mother and me everytime you're on a new case and tells us where you're going to be!" He tells me, his smile audible. I sigh.

"Why in Equestria would Chief Note give you updates on where I am?"

"Well... We asked." He says like it's something I should've known. I scoff.

"Bye dad."

"Wait!"

"What?"

"Come visit will you? We haven't seen you for... Hell... Two years now. We would love to see you. And maybe you could bring that partner of yours. The one you said was your coltfriend." He tells me.

When had I told him that? The letter I sent before I went to the cartel? I don't remember.

Dad saying that causes a wave of depression to hit me.

"Yeah. Maybe. Bye dad." I whisper.

I can hear him protesting as I set the hoofset down, hanging up.

I heave a sad sigh. Mentally kicking myself for the tears welling in my orange eyes.

meow?

My cat meekly asks. I turn and look at her, smiling.

"At least your here." I say, wiping the tears away. Walking over to her, scooping her up with a wing and placing her on my back. "I'm going back to bed. You're coming."

She meows a response.

KNOCK KNOCK!

Somepony raps on my apartment door.

"No more!" I yell, not caring if whomever is at the door can hear me. "I just want to sleep."

"'Dreah! It's noon!"

Silver?!

I jump out of bed and run to the front door, ignoring the dizziness from the drop in blood pressure. Making it to the door and swinging it open, only to have my hopes crushed.

"Oh... It's just you." I say to Qwick.

"What? Am I not good enough for you?" He asks, faking a frown.

"Your not allowed to call me 'Dreah. That names reserved."

"For who?"

"My coltfriend." I say, putting my muzzle in the air.

"And if I understand correctly, you don't have one right now." He says, smirking.

"I have a list of possibles." I lie.

"Do these put me on that list?" He asks, picking up flowers that were sitting out of my view.

A bouquet of purple roses and baby's breath.

"Oh. For me?" I ask dramatically, placing a hoof on my chest.

"Yes. For you 'Dreah." He says, the smirk growing to a smile. I grab the bouquet in my mouth.

"Ftill not allowed do use dat name!" I muffledly tell him.

"Eh, I tried." He sighs, pointing into my apartment. "May I?"

I nod moving out of the way, allowing him to walk in. He walks over to my sofa while I close the door and head over to the kitchen in search for a vase.

"Don't work on weekends?" He shouts so I can hear him.

"No." I shout through the flowers. Finding a vase under the sink and placing it on the counter. Unwrapping the flowers from the paper, I place them in the vase.

"Do you like them?" He asks, causing me to jump.

"When did you get that close?" I ask, turning my head to look at him, five hooves away from me.

"Sorry, I can be quiet sometimes. Doing a lot of things." He says, smirking.

Ignoring the obvious reference to sexual acts, I turn and walk over to the sink with the vase grasped in my left wing.

"Why exactly did you show up here? I doubt it was just to give me these flowers." I shout over my shoulder, filling the vase with water. When receiving no response I turn to see why.

I gasp with surprise when his lips meet mine. My wings involuntarily splaying out. Qwick laughs, breaking the kiss.

"Did you enjoy it that much?" He asks, continuing to laugh. I push him roughly with my wings.

"Get out."

"What?" Stumbling, his laughing dying out and smile fading. I tuck my wings back to my body.

"I did not invite you into my home to be flirted with. The flowers are nice, thank you. But that's where I mu-" my voice cracks. I breath deeply. "I'm saving myself for one pony specifically. And I don't intend to change that. Now, Mr.Qwick, please leave."

I look at him, watching as he puts his ears back. Then nods.

"I-i'll see you Monday."

He turns around and walks to the door. Opening it, he looks back at me. Then walking out and closing the door.

I fall to the floor and cover my eyes with my forehooves.

"Dammit! I don't want to have to choose." I tell myself, feeling tears start to well.

Meow?

I uncover my eyes and look at Ruby, standing in front of me. I smile.

"Are you hungry?" I ask her, getting a meow that sounds like a 'yes'.

I'll spare you the details of me feeding my cat again.

Soon enough the phone rings it's annoying announcement.

"It's Saturday! Can I not speak to anypony!?" I annoyedly shout to nopony.

Groaning, I walk over and pick up the hoofset.

"Hello?"

"Andreah? It's your mom."

"Hi Mom. Yes, I know. You want to see me. I'll see you soon. Goodbye."

"Hey! Don-"

I hang up and sigh.

"I'm done with ponies today. I'll do stuff tomorrow." I shout. Running into my room and jumping into my bed.

Rolling over, laying normally on the bed, I place a pillow over my head.

RING! RING!

"I'm going to kill somepony!" I shout, after the phone wakes me up.

Groaning I roll to the right, falling of the bed and hitting the floor.

I stand up and slowly walk to the ringing phone.

Extending a wing, I reluctantly pick up.

"What!?"

"Andreah? It's S-Silver."