OKAY, SO I HAVE THIS FRIEND NAMED WRITERS' BLOCK. AND HE'S A FIG OL' FUTT, SO I SHALL WRITE ONESHOTS.
TADA.
Also, the names of all these chapters are gonna be the titles of songs that inspired them. I don't own anything but the story.
Without You: Cheesepie
"I CAN'T BELIEVE MYSELF! ACTING SO FOOLISHLY!" Pinkie shouted in anger, and usually when the party pony is angry you needed to assess what you did in ten seconds flat or there would be consequences.
Cheese Sandwich did a double take at his girlfriend's anger. He didn't know Pinkie could get angry and this disturbed him. He was just partying. What happened?
"Pinkie-dinkie-linkie, what did I do? I thought you liked parties..."
"It's one thing to party responsibly, it's a complete different topic when you do so without conscience. That's..That's what I did." The mare said softly, helping a pony up to their hooves. There was a huge mess around the couple, where a party lasting for several days had been planned and wasn't completely thought out, supposedly.
The whole square was trashed, and it would take one hell of a clean up crew to fix it. Most everypony had left by now, however.
The veterans looked each other over. Pinkie looked tired, dirty even, by all the hours of running around and having fun. Cheese looked even worse, having lost his bright sunshine yellow polo in the process.
The pony, now on his hooves, ran off as Pinkie and Cheese looked in each other's eyes. The cotton candy haired mane spoke first, eyes downcast as the words came out.
"Cheese...I...I don't wanna do this anymore. I...I don't think we can work anymore. You're not there anymore, you come at least once a month and that's when I throw a huge party like this one. And then it's only for a week or so..." She bit her lips to keep from sobbing, the tears leaving a clean trail down her cheeks. "I miss you a lot, Cheesie...And you're never here."
His ears flattened against his head as he looked at the light to his life, the grilled to his cheese. He grimaced, knowing that she had done all this just to see him again. And even though he liked to party, he didn't like to see her cry. It killed him inside to see her cry.
"Cherry Chunga of mine..." He trotted up to her, tilting her head to see her wonderous, beautiful cerulean orbs. There were overflowing with tears now. "I...Oh Pinkie, I..." His expression crumbled, and he pulled her close to him, eliminating all space between them before he could crack. "I need you. You balance all this crazy with your collectiveness, even if it is for a couple of seconds. You're the power behind this engine and I will not leave if that's what it takes for you to be that way from me forever. I'll help you bake with the Cakes! I'll help plan every party! I'll do anything as long as you need me, and want me. Just...Please, don't let me go."
Pinkie hugged him back, crying into this shoulder. "O-Okay, I c-can do that. I-I'll do that forever! I-I can't do this without you!"
"I-I know." The stallion scooped her up and carried her into the Corner, ignoring the trash that littered the floor. It took him a bit, but he lugged his love up the stairs and laid her on the bed, settling beside her and holding her close. She turned into him and cried into his chest, glad that he wouldn't leave and she wouldn't leave. They'd stay here forever and get married and have little baby foals and die old together like the carefree loving spirits they were.
He wouldn't want to do all those things with any other pony.
