The ponies and him

"What was that, man?!" He screamed

"I just woke you up from your dream, that's all." I said with a relaxing voice.

"But you didn't have to SLAP me!"

"I had to do it. It was just that."

"It wasn't just that, you have to explain me why..." I didn't hear him after the "why" since I just started get out of this place. I wanted to do something else.

"Don't leave me here talking alone!" He screamed.

I turned around, and answered him. "Let's go somewhere else!"

"But wait for me!".

I sighed. "Okay..."

We went to the shops, and, in our travel, talked about anything, like how it rained the last week, what we did think about the new president, anything.

"...And, besides, I just bought this thing," My friend showed me an album. "It's Knife party's new album."

"You know, you can download it, si-" Before I kept going, my friend was giving a deadpanned look. "What?"

"You have to support your favorites artists, man" He said. trying to correct me.

"You know that I'm not someone correct, right?" I said.

"Even then, you have to, and you know why."

"Why, if I can ask you?"

"They have to have their money. That's how you reward them for their work."

"And so, with a rightful voice, said the man who makes the right things, and goes to rescue damsels from their towers." I said.

"Every time I ty to give you advice, you do that!"

"You wasn't giving me an advice, you were telling me to do something!"

"But it was an advice, and a good one, if you want to keep hearing your favorites artists."

"If I agree with you, will you just tell me advices and NOT tell me what to do with my life?"

"Only if you listen."

"Ok, ok, I will hear you, from now." I sighed, since he always react like that when I say that joke, or when he tries to correct me, or both.

We reached our destiny: A McDonalds. We went in, and stood on the line to of the cashier to request our food.

"So...what do you want to eat, Cristopher?" I said, trying to change the subject.

"Well, I think I would like some mozzarella dippers." He said. "What about you?" He asked.

"I think I would have some 20 chicken macnugets, a big coca-cola, two big macs, and...any salad, I guess. No more, no less" I said, as I noticed that my friend was giving a skeptically face.

"Really? No, really, man?"

"Yeah. I didn't have lunch."

"Ok..." He said, keeping his mouth shout.

...

We sat in a near table with our food.

"You have to be kidding me..." My friend said, looking at my food.

"No. Just watch me, and see how my mouth works, ok?" I said, trying to make him believe that I can eat all my food. But he just stared me for a few moments, and started to eat his dippers.

I started to do the same.

We spent there a few minutes just eating, and I started to talk to him. "So...?"

"So...what?"

"So...how is your new girlfriend?"

He chocked on his food, and drank from my drink.

"It seems that you love her a lot, right?" I said, smiling him as he drank my drink.

It also seems that I have to buy another drink.

"Shut up! What made you think that!?" He screamed.

"Maybe because of how you saw her...? Haha!"

"You don't know anything, I just meet her today!"

"When, exactly?"

"Today!"

"I love it when you are like this, haha!"

He growled when he heard my comment, but didn't do anything.

"So...," He smiled to me. "Why did you get a nap on the grass, uh?"

"In a forest, specifically"

He leaned closer to me, whispering. "So...is that related to your new cellphone?"

I didn't understand. "Eh...what?"

He returned to his normal position. "Bring everything out of your pockets."

Did he...

"Why?"

...saw it?

"I want to see your pink cellphone, nothing more."

Yep, he did.

I pulled of the pink cellphone, and put it on the table.

"Do you want to tell me why you have that cellphone, Rick? Uh?!" He said, trying to mocking me.

"I do not have a girlfriend, if you want to know that."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"So you don't care explaining why you have that?" He pointed to the cellphone.

"I...don't think so."

God damnit.

"Well," I said, closing my eyes and trying to recall what happened. "I...went to the forest, trying to get relaxed after all the tests I had this week, and I reached a cleaning in the middle of the forest. I felt...em...tired, if I can say it like that, and I just took a nap." I saw him looking me with a odd face, but I continued. "Then I heard a little voice, waking me, and I ju-..." I opened my eyes, as I heard something strange. "What is that?"

I and my friend looked to the table where was the pink cellphone. It was ringing. We saw it for a few seconds.

"Do you want to answer it?" He asked me.

"I think I should." I said as I grabbed the cellphone and answered it. "Hello?"

"H-Hello?" It was a delicate voice. A voice of a young woman.

"Yes...?" I said, but no one answered. "Is someone there?"

"Yes...and...this is my cellphone..."

"Oh, are you the girl from the forest?"

"...Ho-how did you know?"

"I know because I'm the guy you met there."

"And...why do you have my cellphone, if I can.." I couldn't hear anything after "can".

"Do you want it back, right?" I asked.

"She wants it back, you know, it something...obvious." Said my friend.

"Yes. Can we, like, meet?" Said the voice from the cellphone

"Of course. Tell me when and where."

"Are you...at the McDonalds?"

"Yes...I'm, actually."

"Can you turn around?"

"...Ok" I did that.

"Now turn your head to the right."

I did that, and saw her. I identified by characteristic hair.

"I can see you, what do I do now?" I said, waving my hand to her.

"Just...come closer."

"What?"

"Come closer."

I turned off her cellphone, and put it down.

"Why did you do that?" He asked me.

I turned around to face him. "I don't think that I need to answer that, you know."

"Maybe, but...," He leaned closer. "can I meet her?"

"You don't even know how she is."

"So...?" He said. I gave him a deadpanned face.

"Ok, ok, just...go with her, I'll just wait here." He said

I smiled. "That's great, so-...wait, you aren't going to go there after I talked to her, right?"

"...How do you know me so well, Rick? Haha." He laughed.

"I've known you for almost a decade, you know." I stood up as I said that

"That may be." He smiled. "Good luck"

I turned around, and went to the table that the girl was.

I remembered that she was shy, as I saw her this morning, so I tried to approach to her not so sharply.

"Hi, Mary!" I said, raising my voice. Well, I tried.

"Hi...?" She asked with a whisper.

I sit down on one of the chairs that was near her, and put her cellphone on the table. She smiled, and grabbed it, without saying anything.

"You...don't really are talkative..."

"I'm...sorry."

"Don't worry, if you are like that, it's okay."

She smiled, and asked me something that I didn't hear at first.

"What did you say?"

"What's your name?" She said.

"My name's Rick."

She saw me for a moment, and then she frowned.

"Is it...something wrong?"

"My knee... it hurts..."

"You...didn't go to the hospital?" She blushed as I said this, and looked down.

"No..."

"Where did you go, then?"

"I...just went to the forest, again."

I sighed. "Look...promise me something, okay?" She raised her eyes."After this conversation, you are going to the hospital."

"But...I don't want to worry anyone."

"You won't worry anyone if you go to the hospital and wait to see what you have, really."

She looked down again. "...Ok."

I thought about how she wanted to anyone to worry about her. It was something...good, something that you don't see usually...

"Are you...smiling?" She said. I focused my sight, and noticed that I zoned out looking at her, and smiling.

I blushed, and looked to the other side. "I...didn't want to do that." She just laughed as I said that.

"Well...I have to go, to the hospital." She said, standing from her chair and went to the door that led outside the store.

"Be okay, and be careful, too, Mary." I said to her, as I saw her leaving.

Well...there she goes.

"So...is she going to call you?" Said a familiar voice behind me.

"No, Christopher, she is not going to call me."

"Are you sure?

"Yes...I'm sure, I mean, I just met her twice, only talked to her for less than a few minutes, and she doesn't has my number."

"That's where you're wrong, my friend." Said my friend, and I turned around.

"...What? Does she has my number?" I asked him.

"Yes."

"...Did you add my number to her cellphone?"

He smiled. "Yes."

"How did you do it?"

"It was when you were telling me about how you encountered her. You were focused telling me that, and, also, you closed your eyes, so...when you were telling me that, I just added your number."

You're going to pay that...

"I know that face, Rick" My friend said.

"What? What face?"

"The face of revenge."

"Haha! You're just imagining things." I said, and he laughed.

"So...are we going?" He said, patting my shoulder.

"Where?" I stood up.

"To buy some clothes, I want to look better."

"And where did that idea cross your mind, if you can tell me?"

"Today."

I didn't think about it. "Ok, let's go."

..

After few hours shopping...

..

My friend stretched his back, and snapped a few bones. "I think that's enough for today"

"For me, especially, since I had to carry your clothes." I said.

"I will try to return you that favor."

I sighed, and looked my watch. "I think it's late, Christopher."

"How late?"

"10:00 p.m."

"Well, time passes fast. I though we spend shopping for just a few hours."

"For me, inside that store, it was days." I said as I pointed to the store that we recently went out. We were standing on the sidewalk.

"Maybe for you. So, do you want to go to your deparment?"

"Yes, I want to rest. I think I've had enough time standing still for today."

"Well, sorry for you, but I'm invited to a party tonight, so..." He shook my hand. "I'll see you the monday. Goodbye, Rick." He said, and started to run with bags on his hands.

"Goodbye, be careful!" I said, as he leaved me on the middle of the sidewalk, alone.

I started to see around.

It was already dark, with the light streets illuminating poorly the streets. There was no one except me.

It was calm, there was no breeze. It was enjoyable.

I looked to the dark sky, and saw the stars. I thought that even if I could see thousand of stars, there were millions out there, born, growing, and dying.

And the moon. It was a full moon, bright white, with all its craters exposed, forming vaguely a face.

For me, that night, the moon and the space were something beautiful to see.

A felt a shiver through my body, and felt cold. I knew that I had to go to my home before the temperature dropped down more.

I started to move through the cold, empty streets. It was deserted, and without any noise.

..

I stopped at the front of my door, the door that leds to my department.

...

Again, at the front door of my door. A wooden door.

It does seem to be nothing, it seems to be just a door, but, for me, it's where my world can be accessed. It's something important; it's part of my soul...this door. Why, you ask?...

Several years ago, when I was a teenager, I lived in another plave from where I'm right now. Not so far away.

One day, my mother said that I could go in a exchange program, that she could afford it. She just said it like it was nothing, and I though about it like that, until someone made me change my mind: my father.

He said that I should go, that it was something I was going to enjoy, and that I was going to remember when I grow older. With what my father told me I thought about it with another point of view, and I really thought about it. If I recalled right, I thought it every day for a month, thinking where I should go.

One day, I decided where I wanted to go: USA. A country where I always wanted to go. I wasn't sure why, maybe because of its culture, or its people, but I knew that I wanted to go.

There, in the year I stayed in USA, I met Christopher. From there, all changed...

We made friends almost immediately, and did so many things. One day, before going out back to my country, I asked him if he wanted to go to my country, in a exchange program. He said yes, and the other year, he was staying at my house.

And, this door, always reminds me about that exchange. I don't know why, maybe because it looks to the door of the house I stayed. Maybe..., but, this door, regardless of the reason, makes me smile.

...

I stood there, thinking. After a moment thinking, I opened the door.

I went inside, closed the door, dropped the bags of the shopping I did on the nearest table, and went to the kitchen to cook something. I remembered that I didn't had anything on the fridge, but I also remembered that I bought food, so I went to the table, grabbed the bags, pulled out the food, came back to the kitchen, and started to cook a lasagna that was pre-made.

When it was done, I grabbed a dish, and put the lasagna on it. I went to the living room, sit on a chair, and put the dish on the table.

"God damnit, I forgot the cutlery." I said, thinking that I had to stood up. My legs were hurting as hell, so I did not wanted to stand again.

It's going to be a little long night...

...

After the dinner, I went to my bedroom, threw myself on the bed, turned on the TV and watched some shows. Well, mostly I just browsed until I found a show, that was one of my favorites: CSI.

"Let's see what it's happening." I said, focusing on the show. But after a few minutes I couldn't focus. My eyelids were closing, so I just turned off the TV, undressed, and into bed.

"Sister, you must know that we're going to do it."

"Okay, Luna...do it, just do it."