Mysty and: Obamacare's First Time

Mysty is happily trotting down the street when she sees somepony jamming out on the sidewalk.

"Ooh, whatcha listening to?"

"Hm? Oh, I'm listening to Skillet. Hardcore." He's hardcore.

"Whoa, I like Skillet!" Mysty chimes in.

"Whoa, dude... you do, dude? Whoa..." Obamacare's attention shifts to the mare.

"Yeah, I listen to an odd assortment of songs." Mysty approaches closer and sits next to him.

"We should, like, totally hang out, dude!" He says, excitement lighting his face.

"Sure, I'm down." She replies, as Obamacare's robotic eyes turn to hearts.

"Say, d-d-d-d-d-d-dooooooo, are you, like, in a relationship or anything?" He asks through a voicebox malfunction. This catches Mysty off guard.

"Oh, uh... Not really, no."

"Say, like, are you looking for, like, a relationship or anything? Because, like, my name is Obamacare and I like... care..." Obamacare is now fully enthralled in Mysty. She has clearly caught on and matches her vibe to his.

"Nah, dude. Relationships are gnarly. I just, like, go with the flow, y'know?" She leans back to look more relaxed.

"Dude I, like, never got in one because, like.... they just don't care enough and, like... I do.." His gaze droops down to the road as he seemingly drifts off into a daze.

"Caring is important, man. Nopony else gets it." Mysty chimes in, trying to return his attention.

"Well, I can care for you, if, like... you want..." He turns back towards her.

"Oh?"

"You can, like.. totally choose how. Like... friends... best friends... friends who like each other... ETC.. whatever ETC means.." Obamacare looks lost in thought.

"ETC is short for etcetera, which implies a continued list." She notices him returning a blank stare. She breaks the awkwardness with a wink "Sorry, uh, yeah. We can hang out."

"Oooh, and maybe, like, advance? If you'd like? I just want some mare to, like... like... like..." Obamacare adjusts himself "To just like me, man..."

"Aww. I'll like you, big guy." Mysty puts a hoof around him.

"Wait... in, like... what kind of way? Also I'm, like, shorter than you..."

"Just trying to boost your confidence, man. In any way you want that's not too sappy." She clarifies with a smile.

"I'd ask ya... but I can, like... you're not that lifestyle."

"Not really, no."

"Well.. I might never get a girlfriend... but I want to at least know what... sort of things it feels like..." Obamacare's cheeks emit a deep red as he boops Mysty on the snout.

"Oh!" She chuckles. "Don't worry, you will one day."

"M- maybe... you would be so kind as to show me... dude?" Mysty now too shows slight bashfulness.

"I--would love to."

"I don't want to go all of the way... there is stuff I'd want to save for a future love..."

"Of course. So, uh... you got a place?" Mysty looks around to make sure nopony is listening to them.

"Uh... I mean... my parents' basement. Do you got one?"

"I do, actually. Why don't you follow me?" Mysty stands up and begins trotting down the street.

"Alright miss... um... w- what's your name?" Obamacare falls in pursuit.

"Oh! You can just call me Ms. Mysty. Or Myst. Whatever suits you." She flicks his snout with her tail.