The Average Life of Apollo Coronis

Now this was a troubling predicament. An unclothed mare had somehow made her way onto my chest, as I was lying on the floor. Her coat and mane were dripping wet with water. Her deep breaths sailed onto my face. We were both speechless. How could either of us say anything in that situation?

"I-I..." Shika stuttered, I couldn't blame her.

I calmly began to speak slowly, "Alright, let's just... Got off each other, and..."

And without another second she rolled off to the side, off my body. I brought myself to my hooves, and dusted myself off.

"So... What happened?" I asked.

"I um... I dropped the bar of soap, and I slipped on it."

I paused, and began to recall what I heard before she crashed through the door onto me. I believe it was something along the lines of, "Oops. I dropped it." Her claim made sense, and my mind was at ease. Shika blushed, and then rushed back into the shower, shutting the door behind her.

I trotted off back into the living room where her clothes were laid out. It looked as if they were already dry, so I folded them neatly and piled them into a small plastic basket. After throwing the basket onto my back, I returned to the bathroom, and placed it at the foot of the door. Not wanting to repeat the previous scene, my hooves dragged me to the kitchen.

My eyes glanced outside the window from behind the kitchen counter, “This snow isn’t letting up anytime soon. She might have to stay the night.” I thought to myself. Why was I thinking that to myself? Well let’s not go there.

Waiting patiently for a filly to finish using my shower, while drinking coffee on the couch, in front of a snowstorm; wasn’t that occasionally happened in my household. The time passed slowly, as the clock on my wall ticked and ticked for what seemed liked hours. But it turned out to be only about five (5) minutes. Finally, after enduring a long period of boredom, I could hear the door at the end of my hallway creaking open. The sound of the door was followed by something being dragged across the wooden floorboards, one could only assume it was the basket with Shika’s clothes. I sighed, and sipped my hot coffee mug.

The grey unicorn finally dressed herself and trotted into the living room. She sat down on the chair opposite to my couch, placed her hooves on the fronts of her back legs, and then let out a deep sigh.

“Still thirsty?" I asked, "There’s still some coffee in the pot if you are.”

She looked at me with a smile, “Yes please. A hot drink is just what I need after a shower.”

Standing up, I walked into the kitchen to pour her a warm, brown, caffeinated drink.

The snow outside was making it hard for me to hear if she was saying anything, so I raised my voice to speak to her, “Looks like this snow isn’t letting up.” Wow, Déjà vu, “You might have to stay the night.”

It seemed like she was bothered by that, as she gasped just loud enough for me to hear. I didn’t want to make her feel more uncomfortable than she already was, so I gave her the option to leave, “Or would you rather have me walk you home?”

“N-No. It’s fine. I can sleep on the couch.”

This is where my gentlecolt senses kicked in, I couldn’t let a delicate creature like her sleep on the couch. Great, I sounded more like a pervert than a gentlecolt.

“You can sleep in my room—“ But it looked like she saw me as a pervert as well, because she cut me off before I could finish.

“Y-Your room?!”

“Relax. I was going to say that I could sleep on the couch, while you sleep in my bed.” I managed to clear up any misconceptions before things began to worsen.

She let out a loud sigh of relief, and giggled.

“Something funny?” I asked.

“No.” She replied, “I just thought it was strange how I’m in the house of somepony I had just met only this morning. And not to mention the fact that I’m sleeping over with him.”

“I can understand how that’s strange. You won’t believe how much we think alike.” I didn’t think it to be a big coincidence about our thinking. After all, anypony would have thought the same if they were either of us.

“Anyways, it would be normal if it were with another filly. Kind of like a sleep-over you know?”

“You know.” Those two words were what made me realize just how close we were getting over such a short amount of time. She began to speak to me as if I was the friend she went shopping with, or the friend that always went with her to the movies. But this led me to my next question…

“Did we happen to… Know each other? Before today I mean.” I asked, curiously, as I approached her with a steaming hot cup of coffee on a tray in my mouth.

Shika took the coffee, and then stared at it for a while. I knew she was thinking about my question, she did seem so familiar all this time. And yet, I’ve never even noticed her before today. I started to question the situation even more. Why haven’t I seen her before today? How come everypony I was acquainted with knew her before I did? Why did she bother to have lunch with me? Why did she want to walk home with me, an earth pony whom she had just met not too long ago? Why was she in my house? And above all other questions… Why me? Why did she decide to open herself up to somepony like me? I mean, there’s nothing terribly special about me.

I mean, I’m just average Apollo Coronis.  I WAS Average Apollo Coronis.