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# A Guy, A Lyre, and a Park Bench -Chapter 4-

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1. >This guy.
2. >This.
3. >FUCKING.
4. >Guy.
5. >You sat at on your bed, reading the newest entry in a series you were following.
6. "Son of a bitch, man. That's not cool."
7. >Sufficed to say, he had taken the story you were reading down a very different path.
8. >Oh well, no need to dwell on it too much.
9. >You glance at the clock that sat on your dresser, noting that it was getting closer and closer to noon.
10. >Stretching your arms and dog-earing the page you left off on in your book.
11. >You grab your sketch book and make your way out of the attic.
12. >It had been... what? Two weeks?
13. >Two weeks since you moved in with Lyra and Bon-Bon.
14. >And you couldn't be more content.
15. >Sure, the attic was pretty tiny, but it beat living under a bridge or something.
16. >God wouldn't that suck?...
17. >You spot Bon-Bon on the couch, watching TV.
18. "Hey."
19. >BON: "Hey. Heading out?"
20. >Yup. Meeting Lyra for our little 'art sessions'. Wanna come?"
21. >Bon-Bon shrugs and hops off the couch.
22. >BON: "Sure. Nothing good on TV right now anyway."
23. >As the two of you leave, you continue the conversation.
24. "What were you watching?"
25. >BON: "It was a crime-thriller."
26. "You like crime-thrillers?"
27. >BON: "I love crime-thrillers."
28. "You don't seem so enthused about it."
29. >BON: "It was a rerun. Seen it at least three times. Turns out it was really the head of police who committed the murders."
30. "Thanks for spoiling it."
31. >Bon-Bon rolls her eyes.
32. >BON: "You don't even know the title of it. Besides, would you have watched it?"
33. "Uh, yeah. I like thrillers."
34. >She raises an eyebrow as the two of you cut through a lane in order to make it to the park quicker.
35. >BON: "Name one thriller you like."
36. "Reservoir Colts."
37. >Bon-Bon's ears perk up and she smiles, her eyes still lazily half closed.
38. >BON: "Good choice. You a fan of Clopton Tarintino's stuff?"
39. "You know it."
40. >Bon-Bon nods again.
41. >BON: "You get a point."
42. "A point?"
43. >BON: "One point."
44. "What do I do with these points?"
45. >BON: "They're Bon-Bon points. You get them when you like something I like."
46. >Huh.
47. >Well as long as she doesn't hate you, you're pretty okay with this.
48. >You can see Lyra sitting on the parkbench and you wave to her.
49. >She sees you and waves back, and yells from across the park.
50. >LYRA: "YOU BROUGHT BON-BON. BALLSY."
51. >You can't help laughing when she says this, and Bon-Bon does what Bon-Bon does best.
52. >Rollin' dem eyes.
53. >The two of you finally make it over to Lyra and sit next to her.
54. >LYRA: "Wow. How did you convince Bon-Bon to get away from the house?"
55. >BON: "He asked."
56. >LYRA: "Just like that?"
57. >BON: "Mmhmm."
58. >...
59. >LYRA: "Rerun?"
60. "Rerun."
61. >Lyra giggles, then readies her lyre.
62. >You pull out a pencil and flip open your sketch pad.
63. >LYRA: "Shall we?"
64. "Absolutely."
65. >And with that, she starts playing.
67. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb1FcRz63pE&list=UUJ1X6F7lGMEadnNETSzTv8A&index=8&feature
68. =plcp
70. >Her eyes are closed and a smile is on her face, and you never move your eyes from her form as you start drawing on the pad in your lap.
71. >Bon-Bon sits there, watching the two of you with indifference in her eyes.
72. >BON: "So."
73. >LYRA: "So."
74. >BON: "This is what you two do on Saturdays."
75. "Yup."
76. >You glance down to your pad and erase a small mistake on the ear, then look back to Lyra.
77. >Lyra's eyes are still closed as the conversation continues.
78. >BON: "You sit and play your lyre."
79. >LYRA: "That I do, dearest Bon-Bon. That I do."
80. >BON: "And he just sorta... draws you?"
81. "That would be the gist of it, yeah."
82. >BON: "And you do this for how long?"
83. >Lyra opens her eyes and adopts a look of grave seriousness.
84. >LYRA: "Till our fingers BLEED."
85. >You snort out a laugh and Lyra lets out a giggle.
86. >Bon-Bon looks unamused.
87. >BON: "Lyra."
88. >LYRA: "Heehee, yeah?"
89. >BON: "You don't have fingers."
90. "God wouldn't that be weird?"
91. >Lyra stops playing and you close your pad for now.
92. >LYRA: "SO weird! Just... just imagine it!"
93. "I don't think I want to ima-"
94. >LYRA: "Imagine me, RIGHT now-"
95. >She lifts her hooves up to your face.
96. >LYRA: "With FIIIIINNNNNNGERS."
97. >She wiggles her hooves in your face and you let out a muffled groan.
98. "Ew."
99. >LYRA: "Ew is the correct response, yes."
100. "On the upside, you'd be able to do things with your hands that you can't with hooves."
101. >LYRA: "Such as?"
102. "Oh well ah... um... you could play the-"
103. >You look to her lyre.
104. "Oh. Well you could open doorkno-... never mind."
105. >BON: "You two are creepily comfortable around each other."
106. >The two of you turn to Bon-Bon and shrug.
107. >Lyra's ears perk up and she whispers to you.
108. >A smile creeps onto your face and you nod, turning back to Bon-Bon with your pencil in your hand.
109. "Would you mind holding still for another song?"
110. >BON: "What? Why?"
111. "Imma draw you."
112. >LYRA: "He 'gon draw you."
113. >Bon-Bon looks to both of you, her eyes fully open now.
114. >BON: "Uhm... yeah, sure. Whatever."
115. "Cool. Strike a pose."
116. >She stands still, not moving an inch.
117. >LYRA: "Like an angel, this one."
118. >Lyra starts up on another song, and you begin sketching Bon-Bon.
120. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haKNiOJVzz0&feature=relmfu
122. >This is probably the first time anyone has ever drawn her, and it shows.
123. >Bon-Bon, despite her usual carefree demeanor, looks a bit...
124. >Fidgety.
125. >Everytime you look up from your pad, she's glancing away.
126. >Huh.
127. >The quiet shy one.
128. >Neat.
129. >You keep drawing, while Lyra keeps playing..
130. >At one point in the song she starts strumming the lyre rapidly.
131. >It's at this point that she gets right next to Bon-Bon, staring into her eyes as she tries to get her to laugh.
132. >She does not.
133. >Once it's done, you blow on the pad and tiny bits of eraser tumble off the page.
134. "Here."
135. >You tear the picture out of your pad and hand it to Bon-Bon.
136. >She takes it, examining it with wide eyes.
137. >You catch a glimpse of a smile before her stoic demeanor returns.
138. >BON: "Thanks for not drawing me really fluffy."
139. "No worries."
140. >BON: "Because I hate fluffy."
141. "Noted."
142. >There's an awkward pause, until Bon-Bon just hops off the bench and leaves.
143. >Well.
144. >That was sudden.
145. >You lean back on the bench and look into the sky.
146. >It was a really pretty day.
147. >Lyra lets out a yawn and kicks back on the bench, both of you sitting with crossed legs.
148. >LYRA: "That was nice of you."
149. "Hm?"
150. >LYRA: "You drawing for Bon-Bon. It was nice."
151. "Well it was your idea, so take some of the credit."
152. >She lightly punches your arm and you smile.
153. >You enjoyed days like these.
154. >You, Lyra, a great sunny day.
155. >It was good.
156. >...
157. "Hey."
158. >"Yeah?"
159. "What are you doing next week?"
160. >"Well... let's see. I have band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but that's usually over with by dinner time. Why?"
161. "Ah you know, just wondering... Friday you said?"
162. >"And Tuesday, yup."
163. "Got it. Neat."
164. >"Yep."
165. >...
166. "Do you wanna maybe go out for-"
167. >"Yes."
168. >She's grinning from ear to ear, and you find yourself growing a smile as well.
169. >This wasn't so bad.
170. >This wasn't so bad at all.
172. ~END~

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>This guy. >This. >FUCKING. >Guy. >You sat at on your bed, reading the newest entry in a series you were following. "Son of a bitch, man. That's not cool." >Sufficed to say, he had taken the story you were reading down a very different path. >Oh well, no need to dwell on it too much. >You glance at the clock that sat on your dresser, noting that it was getting closer and closer to noon. >Stretching your arms and dog-earing the page you left off on in your book. >You grab your sketch book and make your way out of the attic. >It had been... what? Two weeks? >Two weeks since you moved in with Lyra and Bon-Bon. >And you couldn't be more content. >Sure, the attic was pretty tiny, but it beat living under a bridge or something. >God wouldn't that suck?... >You spot Bon-Bon on the couch, watching TV. "Hey." >BON: "Hey. Heading out?" >Yup. Meeting Lyra for our little 'art sessions'. Wanna come?" >Bon-Bon shrugs and hops off the couch. >BON: "Sure. Nothing good on TV right now anyway." >As the two of you leave, you continue the conversation. "What were you watching?" >BON: "It was a crime-thriller." "You like crime-thrillers?" >BON: "I love crime-thrillers." "You don't seem so enthused about it." >BON: "It was a rerun. Seen it at least three times. Turns out it was really the head of police who committed the murders." "Thanks for spoiling it." >Bon-Bon rolls her eyes. >BON: "You don't even know the title of it. Besides, would you have watched it?" "Uh, yeah. I like thrillers." >She raises an eyebrow as the two of you cut through a lane in order to make it to the park quicker. >BON: "Name one thriller you like." "Reservoir Colts." >Bon-Bon's ears perk up and she smiles, her eyes still lazily half closed. >BON: "Good choice. You a fan of Clopton Tarintino's stuff?" "You know it." >Bon-Bon nods again. >BON: "You get a point." "A point?" >BON: "One point." "What do I do with these points?" >BON: "They're Bon-Bon points. You get them when you like something I like." >Huh. >Well as long as she doesn't hate you, you're pretty okay with this. >You can see Lyra sitting on the parkbench and you wave to her. >She sees you and waves back, and yells from across the park. >LYRA: "YOU BROUGHT BON-BON. BALLSY." >You can't help laughing when she says this, and Bon-Bon does what Bon-Bon does best. >Rollin' dem eyes. >The two of you finally make it over to Lyra and sit next to her. >LYRA: "Wow. How did you convince Bon-Bon to get away from the house?" >BON: "He asked." >LYRA: "Just like that?" >BON: "Mmhmm." >... >LYRA: "Rerun?" "Rerun." >Lyra giggles, then readies her lyre. >You pull out a pencil and flip open your sketch pad. >LYRA: "Shall we?" "Absolutely." >And with that, she starts playing. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Vb1FcRz63pE&list=UUJ1X6F7lGMEadnNETSzTv8A&index=8&feature =plcp >Her eyes are closed and a smile is on her face, and you never move your eyes from her form as you start drawing on the pad in your lap. >Bon-Bon sits there, watching the two of you with indifference in her eyes. >BON: "So." >LYRA: "So." >BON: "This is what you two do on Saturdays." "Yup." >You glance down to your pad and erase a small mistake on the ear, then look back to Lyra. >Lyra's eyes are still closed as the conversation continues. >BON: "You sit and play your lyre." >LYRA: "That I do, dearest Bon-Bon. That I do." >BON: "And he just sorta... draws you?" "That would be the gist of it, yeah." >BON: "And you do this for how long?" >Lyra opens her eyes and adopts a look of grave seriousness. >LYRA: "Till our fingers BLEED." >You snort out a laugh and Lyra lets out a giggle. >Bon-Bon looks unamused. >BON: "Lyra." >LYRA: "Heehee, yeah?" >BON: "You don't have fingers." "God wouldn't that be weird?" >Lyra stops playing and you close your pad for now. >LYRA: "SO weird! Just... just imagine it!" "I don't think I want to ima-" >LYRA: "Imagine me, RIGHT now-" >She lifts her hooves up to your face. >LYRA: "With FIIIIINNNNNNGERS." >She wiggles her hooves in your face and you let out a muffled groan. "Ew." >LYRA: "Ew is the correct response, yes." "On the upside, you'd be able to do things with your hands that you can't with hooves." >LYRA: "Such as?" "Oh well ah... um... you could play the-" >You look to her lyre. "Oh. Well you could open doorkno-... never mind." >BON: "You two are creepily comfortable around each other." >The two of you turn to Bon-Bon and shrug. >Lyra's ears perk up and she whispers to you. >A smile creeps onto your face and you nod, turning back to Bon-Bon with your pencil in your hand. "Would you mind holding still for another song?" >BON: "What? Why?" "Imma draw you." >LYRA: "He 'gon draw you." >Bon-Bon looks to both of you, her eyes fully open now. >BON: "Uhm... yeah, sure. Whatever." "Cool. Strike a pose." >She stands still, not moving an inch. >LYRA: "Like an angel, this one." >Lyra starts up on another song, and you begin sketching Bon-Bon. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=haKNiOJVzz0&feature=relmfu >This is probably the first time anyone has ever drawn her, and it shows. >Bon-Bon, despite her usual carefree demeanor, looks a bit... >Fidgety. >Everytime you look up from your pad, she's glancing away. >Huh. >The quiet shy one. >Neat. >You keep drawing, while Lyra keeps playing.. >At one point in the song she starts strumming the lyre rapidly. >It's at this point that she gets right next to Bon-Bon, staring into her eyes as she tries to get her to laugh. >She does not. >Once it's done, you blow on the pad and tiny bits of eraser tumble off the page. "Here." >You tear the picture out of your pad and hand it to Bon-Bon. >She takes it, examining it with wide eyes. >You catch a glimpse of a smile before her stoic demeanor returns. >BON: "Thanks for not drawing me really fluffy." "No worries." >BON: "Because I hate fluffy." "Noted." >There's an awkward pause, until Bon-Bon just hops off the bench and leaves. >Well. >That was sudden. >You lean back on the bench and look into the sky. >It was a really pretty day. >Lyra lets out a yawn and kicks back on the bench, both of you sitting with crossed legs. >LYRA: "That was nice of you." "Hm?" >LYRA: "You drawing for Bon-Bon. It was nice." "Well it was your idea, so take some of the credit." >She lightly punches your arm and you smile. >You enjoyed days like these. >You, Lyra, a great sunny day. >It was good. >... "Hey." >"Yeah?" "What are you doing next week?" >"Well... let's see. I have band practice on Tuesday and Friday, but that's usually over with by dinner time. Why?" "Ah you know, just wondering... Friday you said?" >"And Tuesday, yup." "Got it. Neat." >"Yep." >... "Do you wanna maybe go out for-" >"Yes." >She's grinning from ear to ear, and you find yourself growing a smile as well. >This wasn't so bad. >This wasn't so bad at all. ~END~