My Twily

by Twily455

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Alternate Universe, Sad
Length: 1315

An average guy living an average life, until everything is turned around with one little pony.

Everything is normal for Noah, he's just living his life how he always wanted it to go. Everything seems alright, until he runs into an unexpected change that shatters his heart and leaves him out to die. Running away from it all, Noah comes across a familiar little pony that really shouldn't be in this world. He's read the stories, he knows what will eventually happen, but against all best judgement Noah decided to take care of her. It's his last chance at feeling love and he's going to take it.

Inspired by My Little Dashie, I decided to write this based off my favorite pony Twilight, I'm sorry if you're annoyed by all the MLD spinoffs, but this is what's on my mind. Please try and look past that and enjoy the story.

I have asked the author of MLD for permission, but he has yet to respond.

Thank you all!

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2012-11-26 07:30:01 UTC

Just Another Day

Chapter 1: Just another Day

This is here to… connect to the main character. Just to get an idea of his every-day routine.

I sighed as my eyes opened, sun streaking on my face on a normal Saturday morning. I sat up slowly, shaking my head as to style my mop-top brown hair. I smiled, knowing that today I could just lay back and relax. I love Saturdays, having the day all to myself.

My phone buzzed, causing me to jump slightly. Well, almost all to myself I thought. I knew who it was: my long-time girlfriend Crystal. I slumped back onto my bed and reached for my phone and look at the text.

“Hey Mr. Noah Layne, what’s up! ;)”

I smiled like I always do when she texts me. I quickly responded, “Thanks for the wake-up call honey. Just got up. Time to watch ponies.” I quickly slid the phone into my pocket (I sleep in jeans) and jumped out of bed. Moseying down to my living room, I grabbed my remote and flopped into my chair with a smile. Turning it onto the usual Saturday morning channel, I once again heard the melodic tune of my favorite show.

My little Pony! My little Pony! Ah ah ah ah…!

My phone buzzed again, but I ignored it. I was too into the show to really care. It was a new episode, like every Saturday. Too Many Pinkies it as titled and I laughed through the whole thing. Pinkie brings so much excitement into my life, and I love it. My mind began drifting, imagining what is was like to see these ponies in real life. Especially my favorite, Twilight Sparkle. I imagined the things we would do, the fun we would have, the…

My phone buzzed again, pulling me back into the sad reality of life. As I pulled out my phone, I looked at the TV and heard the also familiar tune of the credits. I sighed, half contently and half disappointingly. It was indeed a good episode... only Crystal and her infernal hatred of the show can downturn my day after it.

“Really? Ponies? Every Saturday? You’re unbelievable,” read the first text, sent at the beginning of the show. I rolled my eyes and flicked through the rest. Out of ten messages, most were related to the first. Only the last stood out.

“Noah, we need to talk tomorrow. It’s really important.”

My heart took a dive, but resurfaced remembering she does this often. It’s probably nothing anyway. I quickly replied, saying something along the lines of “Alright,” adding the fact that I needed to go do stuff today. I really didn’t, it’s just nice to get her off of my back.

“Alrighty, talk to you later.” Finally, freedom.

I was only half lying of course, just to clear my conscious. I really did have some stuff to do. After my quick morning routine of breakfast, taking a shower, and dressing casually, I grabbed my keys and headed out.

First stop was the local high school, my place of work. I forgot some papers I needed to grade for my history students and decided to pick them up today. It was a quick drive in my old jeep, and I got everything without a problem.

Secondly I needed to stop at the grocery store, something I usually do on Saturdays. Again, another quick drive. I happily produce my usual list from my back pocket (A list I grabbed on the way out) and strolled into the store. My phone began to buzz again, to my surprise not Crystal.

“Hey Noah, what’s up? See that new episode today?”

It was Zach, my best friend ever since high school. We don’t hang out as much, but we do still talk occasionally. I responded quickly, “Hey man, I did. It was awesome. I need to go however; I got some shopping to do.”

He didn’t respond back, which was okay with me. I simply continued on with my business in the store. It wasn’t long at all to finish, hell it was just a shopping trip anyway. On my way out, I noticed a few bundles of flowers that were on sale. I remembered Crystal and my conversation in the morning, and I felt I was a little too rude. I knew she didn’t like ponies to begin with, so I decided a small way I could make it up to her was to get her some flowers. I smiled to myself, how cheesy the whole thing was. I picked out her favorite, an array of tulips, and passed through the checkout lane with ease. A quick glance at my watch showed me it was around two-ish. Time to head home.

On the drive home, my phone started buzzing again. Damnit, can I have today please? I thought to myself as I answered the phone. To no surprise, it was Crystal.

“Hey Noah,” She started out. Her tone was very unhappy. “I just wanted to say hi… how are those errands going?”

I’m really glad I had stuff to do now. I tried to sound unmoved by her tone, “Hey, yea I’m just on my way home now. I picked up some papers I forgot to grade too; I’m going to be busy through the rest of the day.”

“Oh… right… well, good luck. Again, I really need to talk to you tomorrow.”

“No problem dear,” She’s told me twice now, I’m starting to worry, “see you tomorrow.”

“Bye.” She said, hanging up. Just as we finished talking, I pulled into my driveway. I couldn’t help smiling, looking at my house. Those who don’t own a home don’t know this feeling. It’s just a small, two floor home with just the necessities, but it’s mine. I kept on smiling (Like Pinkie always told me) as I strolled into my home with my groceries. Skillfully unlocking the door, bags in hand, I rushed through to the kitchen and dropped the food-stuff onto the (expensive) marble counter top. I collapsed on the floor, just for the sake that I could. I laughed at my faked weakness and slowly got up.

My laughing was short-lived as I remembered that I had papers to correct. I sighed with discontent as I slumped back to my car and grabbed my backpack. Mind you, all cool teachers use backpacks.

Making my way back in, I locked the door and headed to my desk. Once I sat down, time seemed to pass right before my eyes as words began to mix together. My checks and numbers seemed to get up off the page and talk back to me, acting for the students as their point of view. I must be going crazy…

As I shoved the last bunches of papers into my backpack, I took in a deep breath of relaxation feeling my conscious sow itself back to its somewhat sanity. Looking back at my desk, it was pitch black. Night already? My mind said as I walked over and turned on the light. My peaceful Saturday, wasted on groceries and papers… Damnit.

I sulked back to my room and plopped down on the bed. My tiredness struck me like a bat to the head, and I curled into the fetal-position to retain warmth through the night. My mind wandered, weaving in between thoughts of worry (Mostly with Crystal), insanity (those damn papers), and ponies. That last one isn’t so surprising though, I always have some aspect of ponies on my mind. This time was a little different though.

I know it’s been thought of before, but what would it actually be like seeing one of the ponies in person. I turned in bed, shaking my head in the process. I must be mixing ponies with insanity. No way, they’re just cartoons. Just cartoons… but what if?