Dashie

-A Few Hours Later-

“Did you like those movies?” I ask her, feeling incredibly groggy. Glancing over at the clock, I can see that it’s 4:30. Dammmnnn it’s late, good thing I don’t have a job to worry about in the morning. I chuckle inside of my head, as my body is way too tired to even attempt a task like that. After a few more seconds of thought, I realize that Dash has yet to respond to my previous inquiry. Glancing to my right, I see a passed out Rainbow Dash snoring quietly next to me. Daww…

“Well, I guess it’s time for bed.” I say, smiling gently at the sight in front of me. I always thought that pictures of Rainbow Dash sleeping were cute, but none of that compares to actually seeing her in real life. The gentle movement of her chest along with the fact that her hair has fallen down over her left eye makes it impossible for me not to smile.

Wrapping my hands around her, I gently lift the mare; cradling her in my arms. She grips onto me unknowingly, holding my body with a light hold. I start towards the bedroom, ready to get her in bed. Before long, I am standing in front of the bed.

I set her down, but after I do so, she reaches out blindly for me, making my heart explode. I want to embrace her, but I would have to sleep with her, not that I don’t want that. Imagine, though, what her reaction would be in the morning.

I don’t want to have to explain this.

I calmly grab a nearby pillow and hand it to the rainbow-maned Pegasus, barley able to contain my squees as she hugs it tightly. That’s so cute! I cover her body up with a blanket, as the apartment tends to get a little cold. Once she’s all covered, I can’t help but give her a tiny kiss on the cheek.

Walking out of the room, I lie down on the sofa in the living room, feeling insanely drowsy. I fall asleep almost instantly, feeling more content with my life than ever before.

-The next morning-

*RRRIIIINNNGGG* My alarm clock pierces through the small apartment, the sound waking me up and making me sit bolt upright. Once I realize what it is, however, I feel quite cheated and angry with myself. In addition to waking myself up, I had almost definitely woken Dash up as well. Shitballs…

I make a mad dash for the bedroom, almost tipping on the way on the carpeted flooring. Eventually, I make it into the room in one piece and shut off the alarm before even looking at the bed. With one quick check of the bed, I can confirm that dash is awake and unhappy.

“Ugh, what the hay was that about?” She moans, obviously not used to getting up this early, “Why do you need to get up so early?”

“Um, I don’t. I just forgot to get rid of the alarm.” I make a nervous smile, to which rainbow responds with a death glare, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. We might as well get up now, it’s only eight.”

“Eight!?!” She shouts in shock, “I usually sleep in until ten or twelve!”

“Well I’m sorry, but there really isn’t any point lying there for another two hours.”

“Ugh, I don’t wanna get up yet!” She whines, burying her face in the pillow. Once she does this, however, she quickly pulls her head back out and looks at the pillow with a suspicious and confused face.

“Wait a second, I don’t remember going to sleep in here last night.” She eyes the bed suspiciously now, as if about to declare it a ‘spy’.

“Um, you didn’t.” I quietly explain, “You passed out in the couch, so I carried you in here and covered you up. I slept on the couch last night.”

“Oh…Thanks…” Her attitude changes to a more meek approach once she learns of this.

“No problem, you want some breakfast?” I ask her, feeling rather hungry myself, “I can cook some waffles and get you a glass of orange juice if you want.”

“That sounds great, thanks a lot.” The mare smiles at me, her largest and most sincere-looking one yet.

Before running out to the kitchen, I walk over to the laptop, plug it into my stereo system, then crank the volume to max and select a track to start at.

Let’s see, Zedd’s a great starter. I love high energy music in the morning.

I hit play on ‘Slam The Door’ and get to work on breakfast out in the kitchen. I throw a few waffles in  the toaster, pour two glasses of orange juice, and get out two trays me and Dash can eat on.

Once the food has been cooked, I walk back into the bedroom to see that Dash is bobbing her head to the music.

“This song is great!” She says to me, smiling all the while.

“I know, right!” I reply, excited that somepony shares my musical interest, “Wait, the best part is coming…” I say as I set down the trays on the bed next to Dash. I hold my palm up, as if gesturing to hold up as the song builds up to the drop. Eventually, the speakers scream out five words I’m sure to remember.

“DON’T SLAM THE FUCKING DOOR!!!”

Dash begins to headbang to the wicked electro line, as do I. It’s a good thing my only neighbor had to go to work early today!

“You like it?” I ask the grinning Pegasus, already knowing the answer.

“Yeah! This is great!” She answers energetically, “I love these heavy electronic songs! Man, I wish I could’ve gone to DJ Pon3’s concerts now, she probably played music just like this back in…Eq-Equestria…”

I watch as her mood quickly changes, a single tear now dropping onto the bed. Dammit, please stop crying Dash. I move over to her and, deciding to test my luck once again, I put my hand on her shoulder in an attempt to comfort her. This time, she allows me to perform the action without any name calling or shrugging my hand off.

“Hey, I’m really sorry about you coming here.” I frown and look into her eyes, “I wish I could promise you a way back, but I can’t. I’m sorry about you being here, I really am…”

She looks at me, tears in her eyes, before once again turning to the pillow.

“C-Can you promise me you won’t leave?” She stammers off, tears dripping onto the pillow, “I-I know I might sound weird, but I really don’t wanna be alone. I hate being alone…”

“It’s okay.” I smile at her, happy to be able to offer her comfort in this time of need, “I’ll never leave you. I promise you that.”

“Thanks…thanks.” I hear her say, my head having turned away to hide my blush, “But don’t you think for a minute I’m going soft! I’m still the toughest, most coolest, radical pony in Ponyville.”

“I’ll try to remember that.” I say, chuckling a bit, “You wanna do something? I think I’m gonna play some TF2 now.”

“What’s that?” She asks, curious with tears still present in her eyes, “Is it like a board game? I’ll have you know I’m the best board game player in Ponyville!”

“Heh, no, it isn’t a board game.”

“Well then what is it?”

“I think it would be easier to just show you rather than tell you.” I say to the confused mare.

I walk out of the room and grab my laptop, which is still blasting out loud and angry music. Pulling out the power cord and USB cords for the stereo equipment, I grab the laptop, mouse, and power cord. Before long, I am back in my (now Dash’s) room.

“What’s all that stuff? Isn’t that what you played that music off of?” She asks, “How do you play a game on that thing?”

“Before I show you, shouldn’t we eat?” I ask, “I mean, breakfast is pretty important and you need all the strength you can get.”

“Yeah, I am pretty hungry, I guess.” The prismatic mare replies as I place her breakfast tray on her lap.

-15 minutes later-

“Lemme tell ya something; I am stuffed!” The grinning Pegasus says to me, “Great meal…Wait one second, we never got around to exchanging names!”

“Oh yeah, I never told you my name!” I blush at my terrible stupidity, “I’m Max Walker, at your service, milady.”

Dash blushes, but chuckles at the same time. I feel my cheeks light up; I was never too social and making this big push with Dash is pretty hard for me.

“Hey, I’m gonna clean this up, then I can show you what TF2 is.” I say, carrying the trays out to the kitchen. Once I’ve cleaned the dishes in the sink, I head back into the room, ready to show Rainbow my favorite shooter on the PC.

“Finally you’re back.” The annoyed-looking Pegasus says, “You took forever, you know?”

“Sorry, I had to do the dishes.” I put on a fake grin, which causes her to look even more annoyed, “Hey, now we can check out that TF2 game, okay?”

“Okay fine, I’ll let you off the hook,” Dash says teasingly to me, “But only this once.”

“Hey, um, it’d be a lot easier for me to show you this game if I could lay down next to you, so could you please scoot over a bit?” I ask gently, try not to be too hard.

“Sure, this should be cool!” She yells excitedly, scooting over to one side of the bed as I crawl in and place my laptop, which is now plugged into the wall, in my lap. The mouse tracks perfectly on the bed’s surface, so I shouldn’t be at too much of a disadvantage.

In roughly five minutes, I am staring at the starting screen for Team Fortress 2. Dash hasn’t stopped staring in awe at the screen since it had been turned on, causing me to chuckle a tad. I click on the server list and find a server on 5gourge with decent ping.

Well, this should be an adventure to her…

Sorry, I was late again, blame it on my ADHD and my recent surgery I’m recovering from.