Author's Note

Okay, here's another story for you all, I hope you like it. I've got more chapters to come and if there's something wrong I did here, feel free to let me know in the comments and I'll do all that I can to fix it in the next chapter, and once again, thank you all so much and brony on.

Making A New Friend

Life can be a little cruel sometimes, especially to one certain individual who's had to live the fact that they had a delayed growth spurt. That individual was you. You stood at solid 5'6 while other males would be at a solid 5'9 or somewhere up to 6 feet tall. They'd always seem to have the gull to pick on you, including some of the girls back in Canterlot High School.

Yet, despite being short, you were a pretty tough guy and would sometimes flip out if anyone mocked your size, and to get your point across, a few guys who picked on you got sent to the hospital. Since then, all the people did was talk behind your back or when you passed by the school hallways. High school was a living hellhole, but it was a relief to finally graduate and live at your house in peace with your dad.

Your father didn't care that you were short. He was even proud of the fact that you even stood up for yourself and you had him to thank for all the times he's been there for you. From the time you scored a goal in middle school for a big soccer game to the time when you actually got a job some time after high school. Despite the times he's had to work so hard, he never stops thinking about you.

The same was suppose to be said about your mom, but she's always been exhausted from her job as a district attorney, which was her life-long career. She loved you, definitely, but she's hardly had time to spend with you and when she did spend time with you, it would either be at home eating dinner, or this one time when your dad was sick and your mom took you out to eat at a restaurant. In short, your life was pretty okay, despite all the times you struggled to live a happy life.

Today, on a nice Saturday afternoon, you decided to take a walk around the city. You were listening to your favorite music on your ipod, drowning out all distractions. But that wasn't until you got confronted by a familiar face that made your blood boil just by looking at him. The very same guy with blue eyes and spikey hair and wearing the same black overcoat and had a smirk on his face.

"What the hell do you want, Flash?" you asked, taking your earbuds out.

"Come on, that's no way to treat your best buddy, shortstack!" Flash retorted, patting your head. You wanted to blow right in front of him with the way he was mocking you like that. "Listen, I'm a little short on cash and I need you to hand me at least $20 and... maybe an extra $5."

"Hell no! You want to make some money, go get yourself a job or something!" you backed away. You kept glaring up at him, nearly about to explode.

"I don't think you heard me right!" he sounded more hostile. But you were barely keeping control of your anger until he finally crossed the line, "Give me the money right now, or I'll beat it outta you, shorty!"

At that moment, you snapped and tackled him by his legs. He lose his balance and falls on his back. You grabbed his legs and spun him around in a circle, making him dizzy.

You started ranting. "SHORTY?! COULD A SHORTY DO THIS?! WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANNA CALL ME, A HALF-PINT BEACH BALL MIDGET?! I'M STILL GROWING YA BACK-WATERED DESERT IDIOT!!!"

The spinning almost got out of control when you started losing your grip on Flash's legs. You slowed yourself down and let go of Flash and watch as he flew into an alleyway and slammed against a dumpster. Despite the fact that he got what he deserved, you still wanted to teach him a lesson. But you knew it was a bad idea to go all out on him, so you left it at that and kept on walking.

In order to calm your nerves, you kept listening to your ipod. It works for a while, but there's still a lot of pent up stress and anger inside of you. You're even more angry when you heard your stomach growl. You sighed and decided to find a nice restaurant to eat at.

You found a few restaurants that served good food, but most of them were too pricey. Your only option was to eat at this local taco joint you use to hang out at by yourself after school. It was the only thing about high school that made you feel calm and welcome. You called your dad to let him know where you'll be at and that he can go ahead and pig out on his own.

Moments later, you arrived at the taco joint and went inside. You placed your order and payed the lady behind the counter before taking your seat. You just sat there, listening to your music, waiting patiently for your food to be ready so you could chow down.

Normally when you arrive at this restaurant, you always chose to sit in the way back to avoid the watchful eyes of the people taller than you. At one time, it was bad enough that people in school would make fun of your size, but also people here at the restaurant. You wished you would just catch a break for once in your life, but no, they just wouldn't stop it with the torture.

The entrance to the taco joint opened up and this beautiful young lady caught your eye. She looked like she was about the same height as you. She had long purple hair that was done in a curl. She had beautiful white skin like the fallen snow in winter and her eyes were like sparkling sapphires. She wore what looked like a Canterlot Wondercolts sweater because you were wearing the same sweater. Lastly, her skirt was a slightly lighter purple color with three gems on it.

You had seen her before, but you didn't exactly get her name. You shrugged it off and turned the music up a little bit higher but not too high. You didn't want to damage your eardrums. But, suddenly you felt your shoulder being tapped lightly by one of the staff with your food tray.

"Oh, thanks." You say, taking your headphones out. The staff gives you the tray and you thank them before you start to chow down. "Mmm, I don't care how many times I've been here, I'm never gonna get tired of the food they serve here, it tastes great."

Before you could eat more, you put your headphones back in and listened to your music. Nothing else happened up until the very same woman with long, curly purple hair sat across from you on a different table, minding her business and checking her phone. For no apparent reason, you glanced at her and couldn't help but think how beautiful she was, almost like you were in a trance.

You could swear that your face was getting a little red. You turned back to our food table and just kept eating until your food tray was empty. You patted your stomach twice and let out a burp. The girl who sat at the table straight across from the table you were sitting in didn't like it.

"Ugh, darling please! The least you could do is cover your mouth when you do that." she says.

"Sorry, but I can't help it if I want to let it out after a filling meal." you reply with a shrug.

"That's what Rainbow Dash tells me all the time, but it's starting to get old."

"Well, I'm not "Rainbow Dash" and I certainly don't know him. But I'll try to keep my burps in." you sounded slightly annoyed with how she was nagging at you. She got a bit concerned with your behavior.

"Darling, is something wrong?" she asks. She gets out of her chair and stands right next to you. You didn't want to tell her about your personal problems, but you didn't know what to say. Her eyes soon locked on the sweater you were wearing. "You go to Canterlot High?"

"Use to. I graduated."

Then she finally got the idea of who you were and gasped. "I know you! You're the kid everyone kept picking on because of your "height-challenged" condition. I heard you even sent a couple of students to the Canterlot Hospital but you never got suspended or expelled. I'm right, aren't I?"

You sighed in annoyance when she mentioned your history at the former hellhole you crawled out of. "Yes, but I don't want to talk about that life anymore. I just want to move on and live a normal life without having people looming over me and mocking me. So now that you know the truth, what happens now? Are you going to start mocking my size and laugh at me or something like that."

"Darling, what kind of a friend would I be if I made fun of your height?"

"Friend? How are we friends? I don't even know your name."

"Oh right. My name is Rarity. I was a former member of the Rainbooms back in Canterlot High. Nowadays, I make a living off of my business at Carousel Boutique." she says. You tell her your name and shake her hand. "Ah, that's a wonderful name."

"Uh... thanks. Same to you."

"Thank you, darling. Say, how's about tomorrow we take a little stroll around the park? I know of this great place where no one will ever make fun of you."

"Are you sure about that? I mean, what if people get the wrong id--"

"Darling, it doesn't matter what others are gonna think. It's there loss to know that they're missing out on what a great friend I'm confident you can be. As far as what other people might of our "relationship" just leave it to me to tell them the truth if they start asking."

"I... well, gee. Thanks, Rarity."

"You're very welcome. Oh, I almost forgot!" Rarity reached into her purse and took out a small piece of paper and a pen and wrote down what looked like her phone number. She hands it to you and you grab it and reach into your pocket to pull out your cell phone. You added Rarity's phone number into your phone. After you finished, you put your cell phone safely back inside your pocket.

"Thanks Rarity."

"No problem, darling. Well, I should get back to my table. My food is probably here and I am a bit peckish. Have a safe trip back home, darling." Rarity walks back to her table where her food was at, still freshly made and ready for her to eat. You smile and get up from your seat and walk out of the restaurant, not knowing that while Rarity was eating, she gave you a glance of comfort.

Once outside, you started to think that this was all too good to be true. Rarity was probably one of the most popular girls if she used to go to Canterlot High, and now she's asking to be your friend and wanted to take you out for a stroll in the park later on tomorrow. She even gave you her number. No one has ever been this kind to you in a long time, except for your own parents, but they've pretty much raised you your whole life and even went so far as to call you their "big, strong son."

You knew that was all just because they had to say that to make you feel better, but who could blame them when they put all the love and time into raising you. With that last thought, you listened to some more of your music on the walk back to your house with a smile on your face.

It took a shorter time to get home than you thought and once you stepped inside and closed the door behind you, you heard your dad call out to you.

"Hey, sport! How was your little binge?" he asks.

"It was fine. You wouldn't believe what happened over there." you reply.

"Oh? What happened? Did someone try to pick on you again?"

"That was when I was just walking around the city, this dumbass Flash Sentry tried to scam some cash outta my wallet, and what was worse, he called me "shorty!"

"Calm down. Did you at least teach him a lesson?"

"Oh, you know I did. But other than that, there was someone at the taco joint who actually talked to me like a real person, not a little guy. Even more crazy, it was a girl."

"Really? That's great, son! Looks like your luck's finally turning out for the better! Tell me, did you two hook up after you left the joint?"

"What? No! We barely became friends! Her name's Rarity. She use to go to Canterlot High like me. She's even heard these rumors about a certain boy who would beat down all of these bullies and sent them to the hospital for calling him "short." you pointed to yourself.

Your dad just laughed and patted you on the back. "That's my boy!"

"Thanks, dad. So where's mom at? Working late as usual?"

"Yeah, she got caught in another case trying to bring in some serial killer. I heard she's really putting the pressure with the guy and with all the evidence she's gathered, I wouldn't be surprised if she even brought an international fugitive down onto his knees."

"Whoa, sometimes mom scares me. Remind me not to get on her bad side."

"Got that right. By the way, she gave me a call earlier and wanted to discuss something with you today. She wouldn't tell me what it was, other than the fact that it's about you and her."

"Umm, okay then. I'm gonna go crash in my room. When she gets home, go ahead and tell her that she can talk with me in my room."

"Alright then. Take care, son."

You wave at your dad and head upstairs to your room and lock the door behind you. You take your ipod out of your pocket and let it charge on your nightstand where your alarm clock is. You turned on your TV and started watching Netflix on your Blu-Ray player.

Normally you'd play on your old game systems, but you weren't in the mood. Something about watching these old movies on Netflix was sort of like a much better way to escape today's modern movie crap, except for that one IT remake you saw a week ago. Though, it took a lot of effort just to convince the guy at the ticket booth that you were the right age, even when you showed your ID.

A few hours later, it was now 8:45 you were watching Jaws 3. There was a knock on your door. You got out of your bed and paused the movie before opening up the door. It was your mom. You let her inside and sat back on your bed, leaving the door open.

"What'd you need, mom?" you ask her.

"Son, I don't know how to say this, so I'm gonna ask you." she replies back.

"What is it?"

"Have I always been there for you?"

"What kind of question is that? Of course you have! Well, financially anyways. But still, you've still made a little effort into spending time with me and my dad."

"Still, I feel like I haven't always paid that much attention to you like your father has."

"Mom, it's okay, you're busy with your work and I understand."

"That's no excuse for me to not spend more quality time with my own son. Which is why I've been given a week off of work so I'll have time to spend with you and your father. You know I love you with all my heart and I wouldn't trade you for anything in the world."

"Yeah, I love you, too, mom."

She smiles and gives you a hug. You hug her back and feel her press her lips on your cheek before walking out of your room but not before she says, "Oh, and your father told me about your new friend you made and that it's a girl and how she's taking you to the park tomorrow, so there's no need to worry about telling me last minute, I'm a very patient woman, son."

Then she closes the door and walks back down the stairs. You got back to watching your movie and turned the lights off in your room, mostly because you felt more getting a good scare when it's dark.

When the movie was over, you turned off the Blu-Ray player and your TV before heading out of your room to grab a bite to eat downstairs. You took 5 or 6 steps down until you leaped over the stairs and straight onto the floor, slightly scaring both of your parents.

"Easy, champ! No need to rush yourself like that." your dad says.

"Honestly, you could at least try to give up that nasty habit." your mom says.

"Sorry, I'm just a little hungry." you reply.

"Well, lucky for you, champ, I placed in an order for some pizza a while ago, so they sho--" your dad gets cut off by the doorbell ringing twice. "Oop, pizza's here." Your dad walks over to the front door and opens it, revealing the pizza guy with two extra-large boxes. Your dad gives him the money and brings in the pizzas and a bag of pepsi and coca-cola, two of your favorite kinds of sodas.

The pizza guy leaves and your dad closes the door and sets the boxes of pizza and soda on top of the kitchen table, ready to start eating. The three of you sit down on the table and grab some plates and a few slices, enjoying a nice family dinner. You loved how much your life was turning for the better. Not only did you get to make friends with someone who doesn't make fun of your height, but now you get to spend some more quality time with the both of your parents for the whole week.

'Could this get any better?' you ask yourself in your mind.