It was January.

Me and Rainbow were still bouncing around a lot, but there was almost always snow. It was freezing, which made being outside that much worse. Regardless, I tried to stay optimistic. It was a new year, which meant new possibilities.

It was a pretty normal month. Terrance Ferguson was approved to play, so my minutes dropped a little bit. I guess Coach Donovan saw potential in me, because he usually subbed me in during clutch time. I didn't have too much of a problem with it, but I was worried about messing up. I tried my hardest not to.

Something that me and Rainbow have in common is that we don't like the cold. When winter rolls around, I usually just crank up the heat in my house and stay inside. But we weren't always in Dallas, and when we traveled up north to play teams like the Raptors or the Blazers, the Airbnbs that I rented didn't always have the best heating system. Shit like that was unbearable. Especially considering I grew up in Florida, where it's usually warm.

We were in Oakland, preparing to play the Golden State Warriors. When we played our first games against teams like the Warriors and the Bucks, I was amazed at how well they played. It was shocking to me that I was in the league with my idols now.

I was at my Airbnb, reading a book. The rental home was a bit warmer than some others, so it wasn't complete suffering. I wasn't exactly sure what Rainbow Dash was doing, and it wasn't until I got up to go find her that I saw it. She was outside, in the snow. She had put on one of my coats, and was playing in the snow. I prayed that she wouldn't get frostbite and sat down to watch some game film. Coach Donovan had told me that it was important to study film so I can see how I play and make improvements.

Fast forward a few hours, and it's game time. Before every game Rainbow wishes me luck, and I carried that with me all the way to Oracle Arena.

The Warriors were the defending champs, having won last year, and having such a successful team has given them a violent crowd. These fans want to see Ws, and they get crazy when their team loses. I hadn't played here before, given our last game against the Warriors was at home, and I was a bit nervous thinking about how this game would go.

Turns out I didn't need to be worried. We cruised past the Warriors, and after the game I had a word with Paul George, who was a great player but sometimes struggled on defense.

"You had a great game," I said to him. "But you can improve on defense."

"Yeah, I know," he replied. "And no offense, but I don't need a rookie to remind me." He walked away after that.

Could've gone better.

Rainbow was happy to hear that we won, and even happier that we were headed home for a 2-week, 6-game home stand. I had been considering moving up to Oklahoma City, but it was colder there, and I wasn't a huge fan of that. Still, I also wasn't a fan of driving the two hours up to OKC and then the two back down. I had found some nice homes up there in some decent spots, but I didn't have the proper financial buffer yet.

I wished that I could take Rainbow around the city, but if I did, chances were best that somebody else would see her. And who knows what the result of that would be.

After I told her about my brief exchange with Paul George, she asked me, "What was his problem?"

I had nothing against Paul George. In fact, I looked up to him. The man had one of the most impressive and moving comeback stories in the NBA, after a horrible injury that put him out for a season. He sometimes struggled to get back to his pre-injury level, but he was a great player and was right behind Russell Westbrook in team stats. I understand why he didn't like my comment. If I were him, I wouldn't need some rookie with no experience in the league reminding me of my faults either.

"He was probably annoyed that I was criticizing him," I said. "I understand his point of view."

"So, he's a nice guy or not?" Rainbow asked.

"He's not a bad guy, he's just...he's dealing with some things." I realized at that moment that I had done a bad job of explaining the situation. "Being in the NBA isn't always glamorous," I said. "Under the bright lights, everything may seem great, but you have no idea what happens in the locker room. You get me?"

"Sure," said Rainbow, with an unconvincing nod. I decided to move on.

I had a documentary that I had been wanting to watch. Entitled Iverson, it was a documentary on Allen Iverson, who is my all-time favorite Sixers player. I took this time as an opportunity to watch it with Rainbow, who was beginning to learn more and more about basketball by living with me. Then again, I guess it went both ways, given I learned more and more about friendship by living with her.

If I had been living alone, I would've popped some popcorn, watched the documentary, then hung out with DB, who I spent the most time with. But given I lived with a pony, what I planned to do instead was watch the documentary, then make myself some dinner, then go to bed. I get up early on game days, Mondays, and Fridays, so I try to go to bed before eleven most nights.

The documentary was, for me, pretty good. I'm pretty sure Rainbow enjoyed it, given the comments she made(which were mostly positive). Sometimes I wondered what was going to happen to Rainbow Dash. I didn't think she was going to be with me for the rest of my life. As far as I knew, it was only a matter of time before Rainbow was sent back to her own world.

I definitely wasn't ready for that.

Author's Note

Hey people!

I really had a hard time writing this one, sorry for the low-quality plot development :l

Anyway, the story will be on hiatus for a bit, as I need time to think about what I want to do with this story and my life in general. Hopefully you've enjoyed the story so far, and I'll try and find the best way to continue this story!

Thanks to all the viewers :)