The ponies and him

The first thing that went through my mind was to check the front door. "Nope. It's closed," I said as I tried to open the front door. I didn't bother to check the windows because I lived on the third floor.

I went back to the table where the plushies were, and thought where I can keep them. I grabbed four of the plushies of eight, and moved to my bedroom. "Now where can I keep them?" I said to myself as I was looking everywhere. But then, I saw a door.

My wardrobe.

I opened the door, and saw my clothes thrown on the floor. I threw the plushies between all my clothes, and then I came back to the living room where were the remaining plushies and did the same...

I was hungry. My stomach started to grunt, so I went to the kitchen and started to prepare my breakfast. I prepared some milk with cereal, with a banana. I went to the table of the living room, put down my breakfast, and i would had eaten if I hadn't noticed about the letter...

That letter...

Wait, wait, wait...

Why do I react so...normal?

Would not be someone, in my place, already freaked out about this?

I read the letter again, trying to understand what has happened.

So... I met a princess, a pony, of someplace. Somepleace that I may never go.

Also, I met that princess in a dream. That does mean, for me, atleast, that everything that happened in my dream is not real.

Everything that happens in a dream shouldn't move to reality. The oniric world shouldn't move to my reality.

But... the plushies, and the letters...

There is no possibility that someone went in my apartment last night. I know that I haven't given my keys to no one, and there is no copy of my keys. Also, I live on the third floor, so I'm sure that nobody can get in to my apartment through any window.

So..., by logic deduction, and for being the only viable reasoning, everything that happened in that dream was real.

Everything...

I stared blanky at the letter for an undetermined time. Why does this happen to me?

After have looked to the letter for I don't know how much time, I resumed my eating. My stomach doesn't forgive me if I don't eat.

...

"Well, I hope that the situation I'm in...resolves," I said reading (again) the letter as I finished my breakfast.

I brought the dirty plate to the kitchen and cleaned it.

I went to the living room and grabbed the letter, went to my bedroom, and put it in my nightstand.

"And now," I said to myself and sighed, "I have to study for the test for tomorrow." I put my hand under the bed, and grabbed a big book titled "Introduction to Psychoanalysis".

...

After that really boring reading, I closed the book, dropped it besides the bed, and checked my watch.

2:00 p.m.

"Now what do I do?" I said as I searched through my bedroom something to do.

As I was doing that, I remembered what my friend did yesterday.

That idiot...

He gave my number to that girl.

That girl... was she...

Wait a moment.

I stood up, opened the wardrobe's door and grabbed one of the plushies.

"Now..  this is something really... interesting," I said as I had one of the plushies, the one that was yellow, with pink hair and its face hidden under its mane. "This plushie seems to be like that girl..."

I stood up there for a moment, watching the plushie.

"So...from what I remember, Luna said that I have already met some girls. Are this plushies related to those girls?" I said to myself as I saw the plushie.

Let's go with that...

...

No, wait, what? Why am I even...Argh!

"This is not...real." I threw the plushie where it was, and closed the door.

I need help. I cannot even decide what is real and what it's not.

Knock Kock Knock.

And, also, there is someone at the door.

Knock! Knock!

"I'm coming," I said as I went to the front door.

"Come on, Rick, open the freaking door!" said a voice from the other side of the door.

"I'm coming, I said!"

I opened the door, and saw my friend Christopher. "Hello!" he said as he hugged me.

"Stop it, please," I said as tried to free myself from that hug.

"Oh, sorry," he said as he freed me from the hug, and gave me a wide smile.

"So...what do you need now?" I said.

"What do you mean with that?" He answered

"I know what happens with you when you do that."

"Do what?" He shrugged.

"When you give me hugs and give me wide smiles," He laughed as I said that.

"It's nothing. I'm just happy!" He smiled even wider than before.

"Really...?" I said with doubt.

"Yeah!"

"And why are you happy?"

"Well..." He stood besides the door, showing me a person that I didn't see before. "My sister came from the USA!"

"Hi!" she said.

She was a young woman. She was wearing, from what I saw, a purple sweeter and a dark shirt. She had a dark hair with a dyed purple stripe. She was also wearing jeans and a pair of dark brown shoes. She gave me an air of nostalgia, like if I had met her before...

"She isn't so talkative with strangers, but she's a very good person to be with when you gain her confidence!" my friend said euphorically, making her a little uncomfortable.

"Christopher, that isn't truth." She moved Christopher to a her left side "Now, let me present myself." She shook my hand. "My name's Angela McKing."

"And mine's Rick Bach." I answered to her greeting. "So..." I addressed to Christopher. "do you want to go in?"

"Absolutely," he said as he was already inside my apartment, behind me.

I turned around. "How did you do that?"

"I don't know. How did I do that?" My friend smiled and I sighed.

"Nevermind," I said. "Get in, Angela, if you don't mind."

"Thanks."

Once inside, I saw Cristopher took a sit on one of the chairs of the living room. I did the same, and Angela too.

"I can bring you the notebook, Christopher, if you want," I said to my friend.

"No thanks, I don't need it. Maybe my sister need it." I led my gaze to Angela, and she nodded without uttering a word.

"Alright," I stood up. "I'm going to get it." I went to my room, grabbed my notebook that was hidden between the pillows (I don't know how it got there), and came back to the living room. "Here you got it." I lend my notebook to Angela.

"Thanks."

"You're welcome." I smiled, and said something to Christopher, trying to get his attention.

"What?"

"I need you to come."

"What?"

"Come to my room."

"What? Right now?"

"Yes," I said, "just...come on." I went to my room, closed the door, and waited for Christopher to come. He did it after a minute.

"Now, what do you want?"

"You're going to call me crazy, but... I need your help."

"Why do you need my help?"

I opened the door that leds to the wardrobe, and pointed to the plushies. "This."

He just stared at the plushies. "... In al seriousness, Rick, you don't go to the other side, right?" he said with a lowered voice, trying to be serious.

"No, you idiot. I'm showing you this because... these plushies weren't yesterday. They just appeared from...thin air!"

He looked me with a unreadable face.

"What?"

"Rick?"

"What?"

"Do you know what you're saying, right?"

"Yes, I know what I'm saying."

"You're one of the most rational persons I've met. Hearing you saying that is just..." He just shrugged and raised his hands a little. "unbelievable."

"I know. But, you have to believe me, please, I'm really telling you the truth. I have already thought about all the posibilities of how these plushies could have been brought here, and no one is logical at all."

"So you don't think that someone went in your apartment the last night and bring these plushies?"

"Nope. There's no copy of the keys."

"The windows?"

"I live in the third floor."

"Ok. And you don't think that someone may have forget that he bought these plushies, and brought them here?"

"You're saying that I bought them and that I don't remember?"

"Em... yes?"

"You know how I am, Christopher. You know that I wouldn't buy these things." I grabbed one of the plushies. "Also, I don't think that I can afford to buy these plushies. They seem to be of great quality." I brushes with my hand the mane of the plushie.

"Well, they really seem to be expensive. And they are eight..."

"So... can you help me, please?"

"I think I can. I can't see why not."

I sighed, and shaked his hand with the plushie. "Thanks, really, this situation is really giving me a problem."

"What do you mean with this situation?"

I heard the door open. I lend my gaze to the door, still shaking Christopher's hand with the plushie, and saw her sister, watching us with wide eyes.

"... Christopher, when we get home, you'll have to explain me lots of things."

We couldn't make an answer. We just stood there, silently.

"I'm done with the notebook, Rick" she said.

"How do you know my name?" Was the only thing that I could say.

"My brother said your name earlier."

"Oh."

There was a really long awkard silence.

A really, really long awkard silence...

But I broke the silence. "Cristopher, lets go to the living room."

"Ok," he said as I threw the plushie inside my wardrobe, and closed the door. I passed by her sister and moved to the living room. They followed me.

"Ok," I said, trying to forget the situation. "does any of you want to eat?"

"Maybe. We didn't eat lunch," said Angela.

"I can take you to a place to eat, since I don't have so much food for three people."

My friend talked, "You don't have to do that."

"I don't care, I just want to do it," I said.

"See, Christopher? You should have done this when I got here instead of only asking me how was the trip. Hehe." Her sister said playfully as she looked to Christopher. He just looked to the side, acting like he didn't listen.

I smiled at this. It was really... cute.

"So, let's go?" I said.

"Yes, please," he said as he just opened the door and went out the apartment.

...

"Rick, this is a nice place, if I have to say," said Angela as she went in the local.

"And I just discovered it yesterday," I said as I went in the restaurant that I visited yesterday to take a breakfast.

Angela took a sit on a nearby table while Christopher was outside the restaurant looking blankly to the local. I was standing besides the table.

"Is he like this?" Angela asked.

"He is odd, but no this odd," I answered her. "But I don't think that something that you should think about him. I think you know how he is, right?"

"Yeah, even if we hadn't met in a long time." I led my gaze to her as she answered.

"How long, if I can ask?"

"Several years," she said blunty, with a frown on her face.

That's not a very cheerful answer...

"Hey, what were you doing?" Christopher said as he was suddenly besides us.

"Just... talking, nothing more." I sat on a chair. "Take a sit."

"Like if I need your permission," my friend said as he sat.

"So, what do you want to eat? I invite, if you remember."

"Something. I don't care what to eat," my friend said as he was seeing through the glass the urban landscape, the same I saw yesterday.

"You choose. I don't know what they serve here," said Angela with a little smile.

"Ok," I said as I saw the waiter getting closer to our table. I called him and said, "Can we get the menu, please?"

The mozzo nodded, turned around, took three menus that were besides the cashier , and give it to us.

"Christopher, now you can see what you want to eat," said Angela as Christopher was seeing with a blank face the landscape.

"Meh, I did the same when I first came here. It is a beautiful scene, isn't it?" I retorted to Angela, and started to see what was in the menu.

They have everything...

I stared to the menu for a few minutes, looking what to eat for myself and for the others, if they didn't choose.

"I'm ready, Rick," she said as she touched my shouldder. I was startled for this, and I made a little jump, hoping from the chair. This made me hit my knees, and I think this made Christopher a little scared.

"Jesus Christ what the hell was that?!" Christopher screamed at me with open eyes.

Just a little...

"I just... hit with the table, nothing more," I answered him as I was massaging my knees. "And, also," I pointed to the menu in front of Christopher. "you should see what you want to eat."

"You're paying it, right?" he said.

"Yes." I was still massaging my knees.

"Ok, let me just take a look at this, and I will decide," he said as he grabbed the menu and started to see it, "And I'm sorry about that... yell."

"It's nothing, really," I said as I saw my friend staring intently to the menu.

Why is he like this?

I felt someone touching my shoulder.

"Rick," I heard Angela whispering, "can I talk to you?"

"If you want to," I retorted whispering.

"Christopher, " she said, "can I leave you alone for a while? I need to take some air."

"Uh huh." It was the only thing I heard him say.

She gestured me with her hand to go outside. I stood up and went out of the restaurant, hearing Angela standing up and doing the same.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" I asked her as we were standing sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

"I'm a little worried about Christopher. He is... he is acting very autistic." She looked through the window. I did the same, and I saw Chistopher still looking to the menu, but now with a frown on his face.

"Yeah, he isn't like this normally...," I said as turned my gaze to her. She seemed very concerned. "I think I can fix this, if you give me a hand." She turned to see me.

"How?"

"Just... make him talk, and I do the rest." I saw her shivering a little as I said that. "Is something... wrong?"

"It's just that... I'm not someone very... talkative. I mean, since I was a little girl I only had Christopher to my side, so I didn't need to make friends." she said. "This made me feel very... uncomfortable with others. And even now, being an adult, still... it just happens, again. It's happening right now, even if-" She scared a little as I put my hand on her mouth.

"Don't worry about that, just... talk," I said as I pulled out my hand. I didn't want to make her feel worst by making her talk about her own problem. She looked down, and then gave a little smile.

"Ok."

"So, let's go to make your brother happier?" I said as I tried to make her feel better.

"Yeah, let's go," She said as she looked to my eyes.

Does she has...purple eyes?