Flutterpie Chapter 4:
Something felt off after my classes and my Pinkie- senses were right: Mrs. Cake was terribly ill. She was better and more loving than my actual mother was so I was a mess. The doctor said she would get better soon but I didn't believe him. I had goosebumps, my nose was twitchy, and my eyes were itchy which only meant one thing: disaster was to follow this occurrence. I hated being a Gloomy Gloom Pants but my Pinkie- sense was never wrong.
By the time I arrived back from my shift at SugarCube Corner and got back to my dorm I was slightly jittery from worry and green Monster (I don't think they make a pink Monster though sadly) that I used to keep me awake through my crazy busy shift. Dash was lounging on her bed Face Timing Apple Dash, I sighed and lay my hot pink peace sign patterned purse on my bed. I needed to get a girlfriend... I thought. Woah! Where did that come from Pinkie? Why the sudden interest in girls? What about your your Mama Mrs. Cake? Was I really that selfish? Apparently I was because I was tired of being lonely and guy only wanted to make- out or other things that I didn't want to do. They never really wanted any form of committed relationship. Maybe some guys did but definitely not the ones I've encountered.
"Oh hey Pinkie!" Rainbow responded to my entrance into our dorm room. I heard AJ say a 'howdy' to me from Dash's phone.
"Hi guys." I responded lacking my usual vigor, I yawned. Dash looked at me concerned said 'goodnight' and 'I love you' to AJ and hung up.
"Hun, what's wrong?" She questioned worried, placed her phone down on her bed, and sat down next to me on my bed.
"Nothing. I promise." I responded tiredly. She looked like she was calling me out on my crap, she knew me way too well.
"Pinkie, there is definitely something wrong."
"I'm just tired."
"I know what you look like when you're tired, you would at least fake enthusiasm when saying hi or even say hi first. You seem so... UnPinkie- like. It's scares me." She touched my arm comfortingly. I shook her hand away, was too tired and scared to be psycho- analyzed by a Chemistry major. My Monster had worn off (as they tend to do because I have an abnormally fast metabolism when it comes to process things but not the body shape to go with it) and I wanted to sleep an have everything be miraculously better.
"Sorry Dashie, I'll tell you tomorrow." I slurred from lack of sleep. She glanced at me worriedly one last time then said:
"Okay, I'm sorry Pinkie! Get some rest, goodnight!" She hoped up clumsily from my bed into her's, pulled her covers up around her, and passed out. I stripped out of my work- clothes and switched from my regular bra into a sports bra and fuzzy shorts. I brushed my teeth with my favorite bubble gum toothpaste hoping it would make me happier, but it was hopeless. Only sleep would help. I crawled into my bed, pulled my covers up to my neck, and tried to fall asleep.
The next morning (Wednesday I think) Dashie was sitting on my bed in her sunset colored sports bra and her purple pj pants, she was texting AJ. She was truly determined to find out what was wrong. She noticed I had woken up, sent her text, put down her phone, and turned to face me.
"Are you ready now?" She asked fully ready to comfort me if needed. I nodded apprehensively took a deep breath and told her what was troubling me.