YouTwi

You wake up this morning, and tiredly pull yourself out of bed, bumping your knee on the bedside table, as per usual. Amid your muttered curses as you limp out into the kitchen of your home, you wish you could use magic to move the heavy piece of crap.

Well, that’s why I’m putting up with these damn lessons. You remind yourself.

As you stumble into the kitchen, you see the stallion you’re sharing the house with -To save on rent, and other costs- sitting, his head on the table, snoring loudly. You groan loudly, and when that doesn’t wake him up, you smack his ear.

“Flip, you narcoleptic idiot, wake up.” You say.

Despite your frustrated tone, and annoyed look, a random onlooker would be surprised to discover that you are actually best friends.

‘Flip’ has been your friend for years. Your confidant, and the one you trusted with all of your secrets. If only because he slept so much nopony would try to coax them from him. Flip wasn’t really his name, but it was easier to remember, because he constantly ‘flipped’ between conscious and unconscious.

He looks up, and groans quietly, stretching widely.

“Whatisit...” He mumbles. You sigh, and sit down.

“Alright, y’know how I... Uh... Can’t... Read?” You say, cursing the constant embarrassment. Flip nods tiredly, and goes to put his head down again. You put a hoof on the side of his head, and push him upright. Flip yawns, and shakes his head, seeing the serious look on your face.

“Yeah, bro... What about it?” He asks.

“Well... Y’know that mare, Twilight Sparkle...?” You say. He nods. You give him a minute to make the connection.

When he does, Flip surprises you by laughing loudly.

“Hot-DAYUM, bro!” He says. You roll your eyes.

“I’m just getting lessons. It isn’t a big drama.” You say. But Flip, never one to drop a subject, chuckles evilly.

“You’re screwed, bro...” He says. You resist the urge to jab a quill in his eye. You were friends, of course, but that didn’t stop him infuriating you at times like this.

“Yeah, I get it, alright?” You grumble. He chuckles, and stretches again.

“So, what time’s it for, bro?” He asks.

“Midday...” You say, trying not to hit Flip. He was your friend, and he was trustworthy, and all that, but his constant use of the word ‘bro’ was so annoying.

He nods.

“A’ight, I’ll be here for you when you finish, bro.” He says, stretching again.

“Then again, you’ll prolly be there ’til midnight!” He says, cracking up, ignoring your annoyed expression.

After a minute of laughter, he settles down, and looks you dead in the eye.

“But, in all seriousness, bro... This is a good thing. Even I know how to read!” He says. With a sigh, you get up, and start preparing your breakfast.

“I... Bah, whatever...” You mumble. Flip chuckles, enjoying his victory.

You sigh, walking back to the table, and starting on your bland, cardboard-like toast.

After a short, silent meal, you get up, and trot outside, trotting towards the marketplace near Sugarcube Corner. You only work weekends, stacking shelves and moving furniture in the Quills and Sofas store. It’s gruelling work, but it pays well, and you barely have to work. Today being Wednesday, you are looking forward to three days of relaxation.

But this happy thought is immediately struck down when you see Twilight speaking with the mare, Applejack, by her apple stall. You duck behind a crate, praying for her not to notice you. Bad enough she wants to... Teach me to read. Eugh... What if she wants to talk?

You resolve to stay behind the crate. Except suddenly the crate was moving, and you see a stallion pushing it away. You wince, and lock eyes with Twilight.

She smiles, and trots over, not looking away from you. As she reaches you, and you realise there is no escape, she opens her mouth to speak.

“Hello.” She says. You sigh.

“Hello, Twilight...” You mumble. She chuckles.

“What’s wrong?” She says. With a roll of your eyes, you answer;

“I hate learning.” You say. She frowns.

“Well... I look forward to changing that!” She says. You resist the urge to scream.

“Who said I want it to be changed?” You ask. She sighs.

“Look, I’m trying to help. Reading makes life a lot easier. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.” She says, reassuringly.

You hang your head, knowing you can’t argue with her.

“Alright, Twilight...” You mumble. She smiles, and before trotting away, turns to you.

“Oh, what was your name?” She sighs.

“I’ve been a bit... Scattered lately. I forgot to ask.” She says. You open your mouth to tell her when Pinkie Pie bounces past.

“TWILIGHT! I NEED HELP!” She says, grabbing Twilight’s forehoof, and dragging her away. You smirk.

“I’ll tell you later!” You call.

With this, you turn, and trot away to waste some time before midday.