"What is it, Pony?" I asked as we stepped out onto the porch. Pony looked at me for a second then looked past me, looking
sort of annoyed. I turned to see several faces in the window, watching us.
"Um, come on, let's walk," Pony suggested. We walked in silence for a small amount of time towards the park. "Ash, I had
given you the flowers," Pony told me, "I had wanted to ask you to the dance but Curly did first."
"Oh," I said, surprised. I knew that was something that Curly wouldn't do!
"Remember that night when we were walking and talking, and I..." Pony said after a brief moment of silence, "...Kissed you?"
"Well, it didn't happen THAT long ago, so yes I do seem to vaguely remember it," I said bitterly.
"Well, would you want to do it again?" Pony asked me. Suddenly I felt nothing but a wave of rage.
"What you mean share and intimate moment with you and then have you tell me to pretend like it never happened? NO! Why
would I?!" I snapped.
"No, Ash, that's not what I meant!" Pony said quickly. "See I had been wanting to kiss you for so long, and I had been
wanting to ask you out, but I didn't want to do it like that, I didn't mean it the way I said it!" Pony explained frantically.
I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him, "Well sorry, but that how I took it." I started to walk away when he
grabbed my arm. I looked up at him and said "Let go of my arm Pony."
"But Ash, please just listen to me.will you go out with me?"
I stood there and thought for a moment, "No."