A/N: I'm trying something a little different for this chapter, so if anything throws you off just wait 'til the end. If it's not immediately clear what's going on, it'll make sense at/near the end.
Anyway, on with it.
CHAPTER 11. June 9th/02/3:03 AM/1st person (Big Mac's POV).
I walked into the lit up building in front of me. Once inside, it became apparent that this was a social gathering of sorts, something along the lines of a ball or gala, but I couldn't really tell the difference at the moment.
Then I looked down. Apparently, I was dressed head to toe in a formal suit; not a tuxedo but it was very nice and had a streamlined and valuable look to it. It was a very dark and dull blue; it almost looked like a dark grey but it was ever so slightly tinted blue. I was also wearing a vibrant dark red tie that was tautly wrapped around my neck that had a sliced green apple embroidered on the front.
Looking down at my feet I immediately saw something that I never thought I'd wear again. "Are those…tap dancin' shoes!?" I thought to myself in shock as I examined the shoes closely; I lifted one of my feet and looked at the bottom and there they were; metal heal and toe taps adorned on my shoe. "Where did I get these? Better yet, where did I get any of this outfit!? And why am I here, at some sort of special event? I can't remember the last time I went to something' like this." I thought in confusion to myself.
Then I saw her. Possibly the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. She was wearing a sleek, light green, off the shoulder dress, with a pale blue butterfly embroidered on her chest and flowing, vibrant green fabric emerging from it and wrapping around her upper arms. There were also (what looked like) flowers sewn to the bottom of her dress; she was also wearing long green gloves that went up to about her elbows; it also had what looked like vines wrapped around her arms right above the end her gloves. And finally, there was pale blue fabric starting from her lower waist and wrapping around to the other side and looping down to her upper thighs on each side. The whole dress had a heavily floral based design; but it paled in comparison to the women wearing it.
I barely recognized her because of the way she was carrying herself; she was bolstering with confidence; something I wasn't sure I'd ever see from the demure woman known as Fluttershy. Her hair was slightly curled at the ends and was adorned with small flowers and a pale blue butterfly that matched the one on her dress.
But none of that really mattered to me. It was the confident and proud way she was carrying herself, that really made me enamored with her.
I was completely paralyzed. "What do I do? Should I approach her? Should I wait for her to notice me?" I was thinking to myself, when my thoughts were answered not 10 seconds later.
She noticed me and smiled widely, before excusing herself from her current conversation and heading towards me.
"What do I do!? Why am I so nervous all of a sudden? I'm never nervous!...Just keep a straight face…It's just Fluttershy…Something about that sounded rude. Ok she's almost here! Just stay calm and act normal." I thought to myself sporadically.
"Big Mac!" she said cheerfully with a huge smile on her face as she suddenly hugged me tightly.
I hesitantly hugged her back after a few seconds.
"I was wondering when you'd get here!" she said happily; still donning a cheerful attitude.
"I wasn't." I thought quickly to myself before responding. "Well Ah'm here now." I said simply; trying to seem as if I knew what was going on. "…Y'all look beautiful Fluttershy." I said suddenly, surprising myself with my blunt honesty.
She laughed uncharacteristically loud and responded. "Why thank you sir. You don't look too bad yourself!" she said half-jokingly, after giving me a once over.
I was shocked to hear her say that; 1. She (basically) called me handsome and 2. She was acting in a way I had never seen her act and never thought I would see her act. "Oh, well thank ya kindly." I said simply, not knowing what else to say.
"Thank ya kindly!? Come on Big Mac, I thought you were done with the formalities after we started dating!" she said in response. Catching me completely off guard; so much so, that I failed to keep my composure.
"What?" I said in response with a shocked look on my face.
"What do you mean 'What?' I'm just sayin' you shouldn't have to thank your girlfriend for calling you attractive." she said still leaving me with a completely foreign feeling.
"…When did we start datin'?" I asked in curiosity, knowing I'd get a confused response.
"We started dating months ago, you big idiot!" she said jokingly as she hit my shoulder. "Are you alright? You're starting to worry me." she then asked in concern.
"Ah'm fine…Ah think….Ah'm jus' forgetful Ah guess." I said in response.
"Since when!? You hardly forget anything!" she asked somewhat angrily; not buying my lie.
"Ah don't know what's wrong with me…can y'all give me a few minutes ta think." I said, not knowing what to think or say.
She then looked down at the floor as she donned a somewhat distressed look and responded. "…Ok…I'll be with Rarity while you collect yourself." she said in a seemingly understanding tone.
"Thank ya sugar cube…Ah don't know what Ah'd do if Ah didn't have y'all with me." I said, trying to make it so she wouldn't be too upset with me.
She then smiled softly at me and swiftly closed the distance between us; wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down into a kiss. I stood there, completely paralyzed for a number of seconds as I tried processing what was happening; but then, by some sort of instinct, I closed my eyes and wrapped my arms around her back as I kissed her back softly.
After a few more seconds, her arms fell down to my lower back as she relaxed; pulling her face away from mine and silently resting her head on my chest. She then said something in a voice hardly above a whisper.
"I love you Big Macintosh." she said as she gripped me tighter and rubbed her head on my chest. Something about either what she just said, or what she just did, rent my heart to pieces.
"Ah love you too Fluttershy." I said without hesitation, in a very subtle, but sorrowful tone as a held her tightly, as if this was the last time I'd get to do so.
After a few more moments she then pulled away from me and smiled sincerely at me. "That's all I needed to hear you say for me to know that everything's ok." she said in a neutral tone as she looked at me with her beautiful teal eyes that were glistening as if they were on the edge of shedding tears.
I didn't know how to respond, so I just uttered my usual response for everything.
"Eeyup." I said simply.
Then I woke up.
I sat up and looked around my room. It was a simple room for a simple man; nothing very special about it.
I then put my face in my hands and tried rubbing the confusion out of it. Needless to say, it didn't work.
So I sluggishly got out of bed and made my way downstairs for a drink.
Once in the kitchen, I poured myself a glass of hard cider. I felt that the time called for it.
I then walked out to the front porch and sat down in my usual spot, on one of the rocking chairs.
I took a long gulp of my cider and began trying to make sense of the dream I just had. "Was I just acting in the moment? Or was there something...more...I don't know and I'm not sure I'll be able to figure this out...after all, it was just a dream and dreams can be way crazier and make much less sense than that one." I thought to myself as I tried figuring out just what the dream meant.
I took another gulp of cider before continuing my thoughts. "...Maybe it was just another dream that didn't make a lick of sense...but...in a way, it did make sense and it felt like I was in control of my actions for the most part; heck I could even think freely...I think I'm just gonna have to take it with a grain of salt; sure it was just a dream, but something about it just felt so real and perhaps it's for the better if I don't close my mind to it just because it's a dream." I thought to myself as I ran my free hand through my hair and stared at my reflection in my drink.
"...Best not to dwell on things." I said aloud to myself and finished off the remainder of my cider.
I then stood up and headed back inside. "Perhaps this'll solve itself on it's own. I just gotta be patient." I thought to myself as I walked into the kitchen and quickly washed out the glass I used and put it away.
I then headed back upstairs and slumped back down onto my bed; quickly getting comfortable.
I then mumbled something to myself; something that I wasn't expecting at all.
"Fluttershy."
A/N: Hey guys! I have good news! I was fired from my job (5/5/2014). After only working 21 and a half hours! So now I can finally get back to the important stuff!
…Ok, on a more serious note; I really wasn't expecting to get fired, but there's nothing I can do about it now other than move on and learn from my failure. But yes, I do indeed have much more time and energy for writing now! (Which is good!).
Anyway, enough about my life and more about the story.
I want to know how I handled this chapter as it was way outside my normal box.
I was also considering making it clear that Big Mac's dream was a loose vision. But I'll leave that up to you to decide. Maybe it is a vision, maybe it's just a dream; who knows, certainly not me; I'm just the writer and creator of this story.
Also, Fluttershy's dress was directly based off the one she wore to the Grand galloping gala; so if my description of it left out any information or I described it poorly; you can just think of the one she wore to the gala.
And, lastly. It may have come off as confusing that Big Macintosh was generally thinking without an accent, now there were some exceptions I made to his thinking accent; but the main reason for him not thinking in an accent is because I highly doubt people actually think in an accented voice, I personally don't have an accent, so I can't say for certain if this is generally true…I used the word accent way too much in that sentence.
Anyway.
Thanks again.
