I Have No Idea What I'm Doing

“I have no idea what I’m doing.”

Lyra thought to herself as she sat at a picnic table. She was attending a get together that Pinkie Pie had planned. It wasn’t her usual party; this was just a simple camp out. There were plenty of ponies walking around and just having fun. Lyra however was stuck at the table sitting next to her fillyfriend, or at least the pony considered her fillyfriend. She wasn’t quite so sure about the relationship anymore. Her fillyfriend had become emotionally abusive, getting upset if she so much as talked to another pony. Lyra hadn’t initially wanted her to come to the camp out, as she knew it would just make things awkward for her and for anypony involved. So she sat there, not talking to anypony because if she did she’d get her head chewed off.

That however, is when she was surveying the crowd of ponies gathered around and saw her. Right away she knew there was something different about this pony. The way her cream coat reflected the light, the way her pink and purple mane curled around her hair. The way her cutie mark of… bows? Candies? Well whatever it was of, it looked damn good on her flank. Lyra wanted to get to know this pony. Even if she could never manage to pull herself out of her nose-diving relationship, she wanted to know that she at least met this pony. At least let the pony know she existed. The problem that Lyra ran into was that she couldn’t just go up and talk to her; this would make her fillyfriend furious. It didn’t help that Lyra also found herself flustered, feeling too shy to go up and talk to this pony while she talked to other ponies she obviously knew more. So for the time being, Lyra just sat there and played on the lyre that someone had donated to the charity auction.

It was the last day of the camp out. Lyra sat on the curb next to her “fillyfriend” (Lyra wasn’t too happy with her at this point; she had thrown a pretty bad fit at the camp out over nothing). She was waiting for her ride, Colgate, to finally be done talking to all of the ponies to just take her home. She sat there upset and tired, when who should sit beside her but that incredibly attractive mare she had seen earlier. Lyra again found herself flustered and nervous, but knew that if she didn’t say anything now, she might as well be making sure she never saw her again. Lyra reached down deep for the last bit of courage she could muster, and introduced herself.

“Hey there, my name is Lyra. What’s your name?”

“Oh hi Lyra! My name is Bon Bon!”

“Bon Bon, eh? That’s a pretty awesome name! So what do you Bon Bon?”

“Well, as my cutie mark of candies may suggest, I make and sell candies! Nothing official or business-y at the moment, just make them when I have free time.”

“Ah ha! They’re candies! Not bows!”

“Yeah, they’re candies. Wait, bows? Who says they’re bows?

“I dunno, somepony in the second paragraph brought that up. I don’t know where they got the idea.”

“Anyway… So what do you do Lyra?”

“Well, as my cutie mark may suggest, I play the lyre! I have only played one or two shows in front of ponies, but I practice a lot at my house.”

“That’s awesome! Well Lyra, I have to go now. I hope to hear from you! Maybe you can play some lyre for me someday!”

“That would be awesome! And I’d love to try some of your candies!”

“Alright! See you later Lyra!”

“See you, Bon Bon!”

As Bon Bon left, Lyra sat there a little more elated than she was. She was still stuck in the dumps about her current failing relationship, and just completely lost on what to do next. She sighed and placed her head in her hooves, too tired to think of what to do now.

“I have no idea what I’m doing.”