A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 6-

>The land of candy and big booty bitches was nice and airy today.

>The Queen of Spoons was throwing you a wonderful party, completely decked out with balloons and ostriches.

"You majesty, this is splendid."

>QUEEN: "Thank you, Professor Anon. After all, you saved us from the Blimp of Negative Destiny."

"Yes. Yes I did."

>You were about to dig into a gummy worm pie when the Queen speaks up."

>QUEEN: "You alright?"

"Of course your majesty, I'm fine."

>QUEEN: "Anon."

"Yes."

>QUEEN: "Wake up."

"What?"

>You feel a nudge on your leg and-

>You jerk awake, the book on your face dropping to the floor as you jolt upright.

"Wha?! What'ssit? What?"

>Bon-Bon was standing in front of you.

>BON: "You were asleep."

>You rub your eyes.

"Yeah, yeah I got that."

>Dammit, and you were enjoying your zany dream too.

>Bon-Bon hops onto the couch and turns on the TV, flipping through the channels rapidly.

>It's the fastest thing you've ever seen her do.

>Finally, she settles on a channel.

"What is this?"

>BON: "First 48."

"First 48?"

>BON: "Murder mysteries. Stuff like that."

"Huh."

>Lyra trots into the living room with a cup floating next to her."

>LYRA: "Ahoy."

"Avast."

>LYRA: "Anything good on?"

"Dunno. We're apparently watching murder mysteries."

>LYRA: "First 48?"

>BON: "First 48."

>LYRA: "Sweet, I'm down."

>She hops up onto the couch and sits next to you, her posture not the best as she sits in her strange manner.

"I'm still trying to get used to that."

>BON: "Her sitting thing?"

"Yeah."

>LYRA: "It's not a 'thing'. I'm sitting like a normal pony should sit."

>BON: "I'm laying down on my tummy. You're sitting on your flank."

>Oh god she said tummy.

>LYRA: "I'm comfortable this way. What?"

>Bon-Bon shrugs, and draws her attention back to the TV.

>...

>LYRA: "So the wife killed him?"

>BON: "No."

"They don't have enough evidence on her yet, but she could have done it. Maybe."

>...

>BON: "See that?"

"Yeah, I did.."

>LYRA: "What?"

>BON: "All they have to do is follow the-"

"And then they find the killer, yeah."

>BON: "It's the guy. You know? The guy with the-"

"Oh shit you're right!"

>LYRA: "See the what? What?"

>...

>LYRA: "Ha! Told you it was the wife!"

"I'm stunned. Really."

>BON: "Meh."

>The episode ends, and the credits roll.

>LYRA: "What else is on?"

>You grab the remote before Bon-Bon can secure it and flip through some more channels.

>Suddenly, a commercial catches your eye.

 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1bxAyP6uJ4k

 

>Bon-Bon perks her ears up and watches intently.

>LYRA: "That Tarintino guy made another movie?"

>BON: "Shush."

>You lean over to Lyra and whisper.

"She's a fan."

>LYRA: "Trust me, I know."

>She giggles a little, and Bon-Bon shushes her again.

>Lyra huffs.

>Bon-Bon glances over to you and grins for a split-second before being sucked back into the trailer.

"We're seeing that, actually."

>Lyra perks her ears up.

>LYRA: "Who?"

"Me and Bon-Bon. She asked me to go see it with her yesterday."

>Lyra raises an eyebrow and looks over to Bon-Bon.

>LYRA: "Did she now?"

"Yup. Apparently I'm getting a lot of Bon-Bon points."

>LYRA: "Those are hard to come by."

>BON: "Yup."

>The trailer ends and Bon-Bon hops off the couch and trots into the kitchen.

>Lyra eyes her the whole way there.

"You okay?"

>LYRA: "Hm?"

>She snaps her head back to you.

"You seem a bit... agitated."

>LYRA: "Whaaat? Naaah. I'm cool, just fine, really."

"Uh-huh."

>Lyra looks back to the kitchen then darts back to you, speaking low.

>LYRA: "So I was thinking, about Saturday? Our date?"

"It's a date?"

>She rolls her eyes and punches your arm.

>LYRA: "I would hope so, you asked me out on a sunny day in the park, after all."

"Haha, fine. What about it?"

>LYRA: "Well, what if we went out for dinner? Is that- do you do that on a date? Keep in mind, kinda new to this. Dinner is okay for a date, right?"

"Yes. Yes it is."

>LYRA: "Oh well that's a load off my mind. Neat."

>She's not flustered at all. She's just being her usual snarky self.

>You liked that.

"Where do you want to go?"

>LYRA: "Eh well there's not a whole lot of variety around here... maybe that one pasta place down on Mane Street?"

"Works for me."

>She smiles.

>LYRA: "Good! That's good."

>Bon-Bon returns with an apple in her mouth.

>BON: "Mmffmmff."

"Apple."

>BON: "Mmff?"

"Apple in your mouth, Bonny."

>Bon-Bon quickly and professionally tosses the apple into the air and answers you.

>BON: "Anon."

>She catches the apple.

>Then tosses it.

BON: "It's almost-"

>Catch.

>Toss.

>BON: "Time for-"

>Catch.

>Toss.

>BON: "The movie."

>She catches it once more and this time takes a bite, holding it in her hoof.

>Why didn't you just-"

>BON: "Flare."

>You look to Lyra who just grins as she rolls her eyes.

>LYRA: Go on you two, get."

>You hop off the couch and glance out the window.

>The usual sunny and bright blue sky is replaced by a floating wall of grey.

>A storm?

>Damn.

>You grab a light raincoat from your room and meet Bon-Bon at the door.

"Ready?"

>She nods, her stoic and deadpan expression never leaving her.

"Off we go then."

 

>The wind is picking up a lot more than you would have liked.

>Pulling your coat around your ears, you look over to Bon-Bon.

>The wind is whipping her mane around like fucking crazy.

"Uh... Bon-Bon?"

>"Yeah."

"You alright?"

>"Adequate."

>The two of you finally make it to the theater and step inside.

>Bon-Bon's mane is...

>Fluffy.

"Uhm... Bo-"

>"Not a word."

"But-"

>"Not. A. Word."

>She whips her head too and fro, and magically her mane is back to normal.

>Except without magic.

>That's just Bon-Bon you guess.

>She looks up at you.

>You say nothing.

>Not a word.

>Bon-Bon rolls her eyes.

>"You may continue speaking."

"Thanks."

>Buying your tickets and grabbing a box of candy, the two of you make your way into the theater and find some seats near the center of the room.

>A few commercials roll by, and you notice that there's almost no one here.

>A few colts and about three other couples, but that's about it.

"Isn't today the premier?"

>"Yup."

"So where is everybody?"

>"Anon, it premiered at midnight last night. Besides, it's going to storm soon."

>Huh.

>She had a point.

>Hopefully the rain will have stopped by the time the movie ends.

>The lights of the theater dim, and the movie starts.

 

One Hundred and Fifty-Three Minutes Later

 

"That was so-"

>"-Amazing! The part with the mule hunter-"

"-and the pipe! Hilarious!"

>"Oh gosh, the bar scene!"

"I LOVED that scene!"

>The movie has ended, and the two of you are fangirling as you make your way out of the theater.

>"The part at the end?"

"Epic."

>"I know right?"

>You're both grinning like a pair of little idiots.

>Huh.

>You've never seen Bon-Bon smile this much.

>She must have really enjoyed the movie.

>That, in turn, makes you smile more as well.

>When you go outside, however, the mood is killed.

>Rain.

>So much rain.

"Well. That's dandy."

>I could have sworn the rain would have stopped by now."

>"Are you a psychic?"

"No?"

>"Good. You'd be horrible at it."

>You sigh, and look at the rain.

>It's coming down hard.

>You see Bon-Bon, and she doesn't look all too thrilled.

>Then you get an idea.

>"Wha-"

"Here."

>You lay your jacket on top of her, making sure to cover her mane.

"You're tail is still gonna get wet, but this is better than nothing."

>She looks up to you and then back to the rain.

>"...thanks."

>Nodding, the two of you head home.

 

>As you walk up to the front door, Bon-Bon removes the coat from her back and hands it to you.

>"Thanks for that."

"Anytime. I know how you hate 'fluffy' so, you know."

>She nods.

>...

>"So... this was nice.."

"Hm? Oh, yeah. Yeah this was cool. Maybe we should catch another movie sometime?"

>"..really?"

"Yeah. This was fun."

>It would be nice to have another friend around here, in any case.

>Besides, Bon-Bon was alright.

>Quiet.

>Sarcastic and dry with her delivery.

>But alright.

>She looks down and you see another rare smile.

>"Okay. I'd like that."

"Great."

>You reach for the handle when you feel something soft peck your cheek.

>...

"...did you just-"

>"Not a word."

>And with that she just walks inside.

>...

"...what just happened?"

 

~END~