How The Hell?!

It was lunchtime in the courtyard. I was rushing over to the gang in a hurry, as I thought they'd start lunch without me in a heartbeat, and, boy, I took my burgers seriously. As the six came into view, I could see Gallus waving at me from afar. My eyes glittered when I saw him, and my cheeks flushed immensely. Beaming so hard I couldn't see straight? Yeah, thanks for noticing. Compound eyes so wide I could see nearly everything around me while my vision was being obstructed somehow? Yeah, thanks again.

Fumbling on my hooves, I lose my balance as I trip over a loose stone. The pain wasn't as bad, I mean, as long as one of my 'hoof holes' didn't get caught on it. The group of six gasped as they saw me fall head over heels. Multiple. Times. When I finally stopped falling, however, there as one problem.

"Ow!" I lamented, holding tightly onto my rear like my life depended on it. "I tripped and fell on my fat ass!" I whined in annoyance, causing the rest of the group to laugh. I stay cradling my tail and rocking back and forth, forgetting what I was here for in the first place. Gallus approached me calmly, holding out one of his talons to me and helping me up.

"You okay?" He asks. I smile.

"Yeah. How're you guys doing?" Gallus opened his mouth, but, a sea-foam green pony sitting against a tree answered for him.

"We're doing fine. Gallus, Smolder, and Ocellus really wanted us to meet you. Said you were cooler than you look." He said, taking a bite of his daisy sandwich.

"Commentary by yours truly," added Gallus, with an elegant claw laying over his chest. I start to laugh and fall about on my ass again, this time not whining about it like I usually do. Silverstream digresses.

"Usually we're the only creatures going to this school," she started, picking up a kelp fritter and examining it closely. I looked at her with a smile, and she looked at me and smiled back. "You seemed like a pretty nice person from how those two love birds- drakes- whatever- described it." Silverstream waggled her eye brows at me. Chuckling, I look over to a dragon and changeling, who were currently curled up against each other and sharing a lunch. Just like I dreamed they would.

"Hey, Gastro? What'd you want us to come here for?" Gallus asked me, snapping me out of my moment of success. The rest of the six stared at me expectantly, but I just smile and reach in my pockets.

"Oh, it's nothing," I started, turning away with elegant modesty. Little did they know; something real fuckin' innovative was about to happen. It would change the hell outta their lives. "Just my motha-fuckin' iPod!" I bellow at the top of my lungs, reaching in and pulling out a small cellular device and placing it on the ground.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!!!!" Me and Smolder yelled, dancing around the device and waving our arms around like cult maniacs. The rest of the six each cover their ears collectively, eyes glued on us as we danced. Ocellus gets up and walks over to us, inspecting the device. We stopped dancing for a second. She put a hoof to her chin as she looked down, focus no longer on us. Gallus walks over as well, and so does Silverstream, Sandbar, and Yona.

"What does it do exactly?" Asked Ocellus, who sat down in front of me and Smolder. We smile at each other cheekily as I click a button on the device.

"This." A beat started playing on it, and Smolder and I bop our heads as it plays. We. Were. Vibin'. I clear my throat as I began to speak, and Smolder put a claw to her chin, smiling with determination as she would provide all the ad libs.

"Bun, patty, cheese, bacon, pickles, onion, mayo! (Mayo!)

"I eat it with my chips and then I dip and drop all day, yo (dip, dip, dip!)

"My ice is in the soda, make it pop and then I drink it (drink!)

"The oreos and milk, I make it dink and then I sink it (sink!)

"Making chicken on the side, make it bake, or make it fry (fry it!)

"All the onions make it cry, put finesse all on my sides (sides!)

"Cheese, cheese, cheese, cheese, (cheddar!)

"Got the hot sauce, make it simmer and a squeeze, OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH!!!

Smolder and I dance around the iPod once more, and all the student's mouths were agape.

"T-That was... amaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaazing!" Silverstream exclaims, pressing her claws against her cheeks and beaming uncontrollably. With a showy bow, Smolder and I plop our rears onto the ground, smiling like we just invented the best thing since sliced bread.

"Yeah," Sandbar agreed, smiling at both me and Smolder. He turns to Ocellus, about to ask her a question. "What's it called again, Ocellus?"

"It seemed like some sort of freestyle form of poetry." She put a hoof to her chin in thought. Gallus scoffs at our sudden musical number, and I look up at him with a glare.

"Freestyle my ass," He sneers. I stand up. "What? You two probably just wrote it down or something, there's no way all that'd come straight from your heads." He points at his own head with a smug smile, and I frown, narrowing my eyes at him.

"Fine," I start, looking at Smolder. We both nod in sync, in time with both of us making the noises "Hm, hm, hm, hm." over and over again. I click on the iPod, and now it was my turn to do the adlibs. Smolder was on the mic now. It was all her now. We bop our heads for a while, and Gallus seems pretty into it, especially when Smolder started to speak.

"I'm eating all my gems and I could eat em on a necklace (neck!)

"I sprinkle em' with sugar, cause it makes a balanced breakfast (Hm, hm, hm.)

"And I put em' on my pastries, I could put em' on a cake (cake)

"I eat it on my salad, on the breakfast I wake (Wake!)

"I put the gems on my burger, then I grab a side of fries (fry em'!)

"I sprinkle bits of it on cupcakes and a little on the pies (pies!)

"Put a little on the cake, and a little on the side (side)

"And I season em' on onion rings and throw em' in the fry! Aye!

"Aaaaayeeeeeeee." Both of us finished in sync, spreading our arms out for extra emphasis. Gallus was baffled, and the rest of the group gave us a round of applause.

"Thank you, Thank you!" Smolder bows with smug elegance, earning an amused eye roll from each of us. Gallus clears his throat.

“Pretty interesting, if I do say so myself.” He snarked smugly, but both me and Smolder just crossed our arms and went:

“Hm, hm, hm, hm.”

“Also, what’s that thing you guys keep doing,” Sandbar asks, standing up and walking over to us. Smolder and I smile together. “You just keep saying ‘hm’ over and over.”

“Yeah, what’s that even mean?” Silverstream chimes in, a brow arched. Smolder and I just stare at each other with blank expressions. Good thing Ocellus was there to save our asses.

“I think it’s more of a challenge thing. Gastro probably taught Smolder that from one of his ‘shows’.”