Chapter 7: New Name, Affection, and Misery
Thank you to all who have read and reviewed so far! I'm glad that this story is as enjoyable for you all to read as it has been for me to write.
Also, even though I am not breaking this into three separate stories, if this was a movie or book trilogy, the first installment would be coming to an end soon.
Anyways, here's the story and please R&R.
And I only own my OCs.
And yes this is the shortest chapter for this story so far, I hope that's okay.
Carl's House- Evening
It was almost dinner time by the time Carl got home with Twilight and Rarity. He knew that his mother was there, so he knew that he had to ask Twilight to cast the spell on her and Rarity so that when they went inside Lauren would only see Tara and Raquel rather than two animated ponies. But he wasn't just thinking about that, he was still beating himself up in regards to how he treated Twilight earlier that day, and how much he hated himself for doing so. After all, she had been so kind to him ever since she got there and he took it for granted.
As they walked up to the door, they heard Lauren in the kitchen making some vegetable soup and biscuits for dinner, Carl turned to the girls.
"Okay girls, listen, do not, I repeat, do not do anything that can blow your cover in the next hour, because my mom is going to ask you two to stay for dinner and because you both are staying here tonight you have to accept."
"Oh Carl, we wouldn't have a problem accepting dinner from your mother regardless even if we didn't have to stay here, I really want to meet her." She said in a happy way that resembled how a girlfriend would show her excitement to meet her boyfriend's parents. She then shut her eyes and the aura surrounded her and Rarity before disappearing. She looked up at Carl, "you're mom has the spell on her."
"Only mom, right?"
Twilight nodded and Carl let out a sigh before he knocked on the door. Lauren opened it to show her in an apron with a wooden spoon.
"Aaanndddd the Oscar for Best Portrayal of a Stereotypical Mother goes to…" Carl thought in annoyance.
"Hi Carl," said Lauren before she saw the two girls and smiling, "hello girls, I'm Mrs. Lewis, Carl's mom."
"It's very nice to meet you, I'm Tara, and this is my good friend Raquel."
"It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance Mrs. Lewis!" Rarity said as she walked into the house and looked around, "and I just love what you've done with the place, simply exquisite."
"Why thank you Raquel. Yes this house was built in 1993 by David James Harrison, one of the best builders in the Upstate New York area." Lauren said with a smile, "Sorry if my knowledge on this house seems odd, but that's what happens when you work in the real-estate industry. You stop seeing houses as art and start seeing them as historical and decorative facts."
"Well, regardless, this is a very lovely house Mrs. Lewis." Twilight said as she turned to Carl and smiled. Carl smiled back before turning to Lauren.
"Hey Mom, can the girls stay for dinner?" Carl asked.
"Of course they can Carl." Lauren said with a smile. "But be careful, you girls are acting so sweet I think I might come down with something."
Rarity and Twilight giggled and Carl rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, Carl saw Spike walking down the hallway with Lisa to his room. Spike then saw Twilight and went to the balcony of the stairs and called down. "Hey Twi what…" Lisa quickly covered the dragon's mouth and dragged him off into her room just before Lauren looked upstairs to see who had said that. She saw nothing and shrugged before she turned back to the girls.
"Well, I hope you girls like vegetable soup and biscuits." Lauren said.
"Oh yes, that's marvellous, thank you very much." Rarity said.
"Thank you Mrs. Lewis!" Twilight added with an appreciative smile.
"Hey mom, is there any meat in the soup? Because Raquel and Tara are vegans." Carl asked.
"Nope, just vegitables." Lauren said with a smile.
After a little bit of talking, they all sat at the table to eat. Lisa and Anna joined them, and Spike remained upstairs. Carl could picture him bored out of his mind. He also knew that Spike would be starving and tried to think of something to do so he could bring food upstairs to him. Be when Carl saw Lisa shovel some biscuits into her pocket, he knew that she'd make sure that he was fed. After a little bit, they all went upstairs, Carl telling his mom that they were going to have a sleepover for the night. She approved and they all went up to Carl's room, except for Lisa, who ran into her room to give Spike the biscuits that she snuck into her pockets.
Once back in his room, Carl let out a sigh.
"Glad that went well." He muttered, not sarcastic at all. He was genuinely happy that, for once, everything went according to plan.
"Your mother is really nice, Carl." Twilight said with her kind smile.
"Yeah, plus we got lucky that it was a vegan meal tonight." Carl muttered when he heard a knocking at his door. He opened it to see Lisa standing in front of him, which Spike at her feet. His eyes were closed as he ate one of the biscuits in a state of pure bliss.
"Mmmmm…this is really good! Tell your mom that I approve of her cooking." Spike said before popping the last bit of biscuit into his mouth.
"I would if I could man, but she doesn't know you're here, remember?"
"Well," Spike said, licking his fingers, "tell her that Twilight approves and remember I did as well."
"Deal man" Carl said with a smile and small chuckle.
Spike raised his hand, "Wait! I almost forgot, the Princess sent a letter to Twilight today."
"She did?" Twilight asked and Spike nodded.
"Yeah, it's in Lisa's room. Wait here, I'll go grab it." He was about to leave when he stopped and turned to Lisa with a small smirk, "do you want anything from your room?" he said in a British accent.
"Cornetto." Lisa said with her own British accent before the both laughed. Spike headed off and Carl glared at Lisa.
"Um, Lisa how does he know that joke?"
"They apparently they like Edgar Wright in Ponyville." She said with a shrug.
"You showed him Shaun of the Dead didn't you?"
"Hot Fuzz, but you were on the right track."
"Does he even know what Cornetto is?"
Lisa looked up at Carl, "Do you?"
Carl was about to answer when he stopped and shut his mouth. Of course he didn't know what Cornetto was exactly, since it was a British thing. Lisa smirked, "It's a type of British ice-cream you idiot, they even ate it in the movie. Your ignorance is hilarious."
Carl was about to shoot back with a snarky remark of his own when he felt Spike tugging at his pants leg. He looked down to see the dragon holding up the rolled up parchment. He took it and read if over before letting his arm drop to his side with a sigh. He turned to everyone and everypony else.
"Well, Carl, what did it say?" Twilight asked.
"Who's this Louis Clarkson?" Lisa asked.
"I have no idea." Carl muttered, "I-I've never met a Louis Clarkson in my life."
"You had to have met him Carl, the Princess said that all six of you know each other." Twilight said. Carl sighed and walked over to his book-shelf and pulled off his yearbook from that year and sat at his desk.
"Of course I'd have to do research over the summer." He muttered as he began to go through the entire High School yearbook to look for Louis.
"Research?" Twilight asked with an enthusiastic smile.
"Yeah, Twilight can you come over here and help me go through the…" he didn't need to tell her anything else as she zoomed over to his side with Rainbow Dash-like speed that he didn't expect from her. She got onto her hind legs and put her forelegs onto Carl's shoulder so she could look at the yearbook over Carl's shoulder. Carl blushed because of Twilight's proximity. Her warm body felt so comforting to Carl and when she glanced over at him with her big, violet eyes and gave him a smile, he could literally feel his face burning up.
"Well Carl? What are you waiting for, let's get started." She said and she gave him a little nudge.
Carl snaps out of it and points to the book, "O-okay, um Twi, this book has a picture of every kid in my High School from this year."
"Oh! Does that mean you're in it?"
"Yes."
"Let me see!" Twilight said as she began to flip through the pages, looking for Carl. He stopped her and she turned to give him a disappointed look. "Awwww come on, I want to see your picture!"
"Er. I don't think that would be a good idea." Carl said nervously.
Twilight looked at Carl with a devious smile, "Come on Carl, why wouldn't you want me to see your beautiful face?"
Carl was shaking and thinking over everything that was going on when Twilight snatched the yearbook away from Carl. She moved it closer to the right side of the desk, which was more in her reach, and stuck her tongue out at Carl.
Rarity also came over to look, "Twilight, Carl, what are you two looking at?"
Twilight began to use her magic to flip through the pages, "Carl's picture."
She finally stopped on the page with the students in eleventh grade whose last names began with the latter "L" and quickly found Carl. As soon as she saw his picture, she fell to the floor laughing so hard that tears began to roll down her face and flood Carl's carpet.
Carl closed his eyes in embarrassment as his school picture was now being studied by Rarity the fashion queen. To this day he wasn't really sure which single thing had caused his picture to come out as bad as it did. He wasn't sure if it was the stereotypical issue of a terrible photographer. He couldn't tell if it was his bedhead that he forgot to completely comb over before going to school.
But he always suspected that it was because he and James had gotten drunk the night before and Carl's eyes still had the look of someone who had a massive hangover. That was the only time Carl ever got completely hammered, and, as was typical with his luck, it was the night before school pictures were done.
Oh yeah, and the picture showed that he was wearing a mud-stained ACDC t-shirt that he slept in.
So everything that could have gone wrong went to hell, and it wasn't one single thing that created this horror, it was a slew of different, unfortunate events that led up to it.
Rarity now started to laugh like crazy now, "HAHA, oh Carl who picked out that ghastly outfit? And your hair! Bwhahaha! You look like a Manticore attacked you!"
Carl rubbed his head from the embarrassment as Lisa, Anna and Spike also came over to see the picture and burst out into laughter.
"Carl, why do you look so bad?" Anna asked with a laugh.
"Anna, look at me right now, okay?" Carl pointed to himself, "This is your brother," he then pointed to the pictures, "and this is your brother on alcohol."
"So that's why you only drink two beers now?" Lisa asked in-between laughs.
Carl sighed and nodded. He looked over to see Twilight and Rarity finally calming down.
"Hey um, don't we need to find Louis so we can beat Discord or something, I thought that was supposed to be our main priority." Carl said, pointing to the yearbook.
Twilight wiped a tear of laughter off of her cheek. "Oh my, sorry Carl that was just too funny."
"Yeah Carl, you just looked too amusing. Usually I'd be insulted by such a look, but I just couldn't help it." Rarity said with a smile.
Carl sighed and went over to his desk to look through the yearbook to see if he could find any person named Louis Clarkson. But with Twilight back to leaning against him and giving him at the feeling of happiness and warmth that he felt before she looked for his "amazing" portrait, he was having a hard time concentrating.
Park- Evening
Alex decided not to go home quite yet, rather he decided to take Applejack up to the local park to have some more alone time with her. He had loved her for the longest time, ever since he started watching the show, so it was only natural that he'd like to hang out with her some more, alone. On the way to the park, they talked more and more and, for some reason, Alex reverted back to talking with a little bit of a southern accent. Not a lot, but enough to please Applejack and make her feel at home.
Even stranger was that his accent was even thicker and more noticeable than it was when he lived in Texas. He would have been concerned had Applejack not told him how cute she thought it sounded, so he decided to keep it up. After all, he'd do whatever made his gal happy. When they got to the park, they stopped in the back portion of the lot.
Fortunately, there was only one soccer game going on so the lot was mostly empty. Most of the cars for the game were parked closer to the field so the families wouldn't have too far to walk to get to the field before the game started.
"We'll stop here, should be far enough away from everyone else." Alex muttered as he looked over his shoulder to make sure no one was too close to them.
"Okay, but, why are we here?" Applejack asked as Alex pulled the car into a parking space and put the brake on.
"I just feel like talking to you a bit more."
"And we can't do that at your house?" she asked and Alex shook his head. "Why can't we?"
"Because we can't okay?"
"It's cause of yer father, ain't it?"
"Step-father, and ya it is, unfortunately."
Applejack turned in the car seat so she was facing him, "Do ya want to talk about it?"
Alex shook his head. Applejack leaned over and nuzzled her head against his shoulder and sighed, "Am sorry that ya go through so much with yer family Alex, it ain't right."
"It is what it is." Alex muttered sadly. Being in the car with Applejack was the first time that he felt like anyone had loved him. The last time he felt like someone genuinely cared about him, besides his friends, was with his father before the divorce, while he was still alive. He wished that he could just leave Wilmont forever with Applejack and never have to return to his sadistic step-father and his oblivious and selfish mother.
He closed his eyes and shook his head, "But I still wish it wasn't." he said to complete his thought.
"It don't have ta be." Applejack said as her eyes closed, "ya can come live with me."
Alex looked down at her, "Live with you?"
"Yeah, ya can come live on Sweet Apple Acres if ya want. Ah mean, if ya hate yer home so much that ya don't wan't ta go back, why would ya? Ah think ya go through too much Alex, which is a shame 'cause yer a sweet boy."
Alex smiled a bit, "You'd really like me to live with ya?"
"Only if ya'd like to." Applejack said with a smile. She lifted her head off of Alex's shoulders and smiled at him. Alex chuckled a bit before they both kissed each other again, even more forcefully than what they did at the mall. When they broke it off, they looked at each other in the eyes and had a similar moment to Ryan and Rainbow Dash.
"I love ya AJ."
"I love ya too sugarcube."
Alex blushed at her using her famous nickname on him and they began to kiss each other some more while the parents watching the soccer game cheered as the red team scored a goal.
Ryan's House
Ryan lay on his bed next to Rainbow Dash, relaxing after a day of…well, relaxing. But it was not as boring as it sounded. Even through both Ryan and Rainbow Dash wanted to get out and do some stuff, they both enjoyed spending the day together. They watched some television and ate junk food. But no matter what, Ryan and Rainbow Dash both agreed that they'd have to try to convince Carl to let them out of the house tomorrow so they don't get cabin fever. As they lay in bed, Ryan was letting her listen to some songs off of his iPod. He wanted to see what kind of music she liked most.
The consensus: 1970's-1990's rock. In other words, whenever Ryan played a Rush song, a Metallica song, a Van Halen song, an ACDC song, a Kiss song, or an Aerosmith song, they would both rock out on the bed. It was a good thing his parents were asleep, because if not, they probably would have heard the commotion of a bed rocking as he and Rainbow Dash played the air-guitar and pretended to play the drums.
But this was not the only type of music that she liked.
"I like this one here." She said as she let out a sigh.
"Me too."
"What is it?"
"It's um… "This Land" by Hans Zimmer. It's from "The Lion King" soundtrack."
"I like it a lot."
"Yeah, Hans Zimmer is a God of music. Hold on; I've got a really cool song for you." Ryan scrolled through his playlist and found what he was looking for. The sounds of bagpipes and the French horn came on as Rainbow Dash closed her eyes and smiled big, listening to the beautifully orchestrated Celtic score.
"This is amazing."
"Glad you like it. This is the master John Powell's piece "Test Drive". It's from the movie "How to Train Your Dragon", which is my favorite animated film of all time, ironically replacing "The Lion King".
As the song began to pick up speed, Rainbow Dash looked at Ryan with a huge grin that was clearly being brought on be a high amount of adrenaline.
"Wow it…it just makes me want to go outside right now and fly!" She said with an excited grin.
"Wait until you see the movie." Ryan sighed before looking over at Dashie. They both looked at each other and chuckled. Just then Ryan thought of something, "You know what? I've got the perfect mellow song for you."
He got his iPod and scrolled until he found what he wanted and pressed play.
As "Somewhere over the Rainbow" began to play with only the ukulele part, Rainbow Dash looked at Ryan.
"Just give it a second, when you hear the lyrics you'll know why I chose this song for you."
That's when the lyrics began.
"Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high"
Rainbow Dash looked at Ryan and smiled as he began to sing along with the song quietly, stroking her Rainbow mane that fit the lyrics so well with its brilliant array of colors.
"And the dreams that you dreamed of
Once in a lullaby ii ii iii
Somewhere over the rainbow
Blue birds fly
And the dreams that you dreamed of
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh
Someday I'll wish upon a star
Wake up where the clouds are far behind me ee ee eeh
Where trouble melts like lemon drops
High above the chimney tops thats where you'll find me oh
Somewhere over the rainbow bluebirds fly
And the dream that you dare to,why, oh why can't I? i iiii"
After a while, the song finally ended, Ryan turned the iPod off and turned to see Rainbow Dash softly crying.
"Dashie what's wrong?"
She looked at Ryan and lunged at his face, planting her lips onto his and they engaged in another kiss. After they were done, she looked at Ryan, her face blushing under her blue fur.
"Sorry I just…that song was so beautiful. Can we listen to it again?"
Ryan smiled and gave her a nod. "Of course."
"And can you keep singing along? I like hearing your voice, you're good at singing. You have a great voice."
Ryan pressed play and the song began again, "Okay Dashie."
As the lyrics began, Ryan started to sing when he heard another voice chiming in. No, it wasn't the typical voice of Israel Kamakawiwo Ole'. Ryan looked down and saw Rainbow Dash was quietly singing along, her tough-sounding voice became softer as the followed the song word for word.
"Wow, Dashie, you one-up me in everything." Ryan said with a chuckle and Rainbow Dash also laughed a bit as well. "You have such a beautiful voice." .
She looked up at Ryan with a tired smile before pressing her face against his chest, her voice still following the song. Ryan planted a kiss on the top of her head before he continued to sing along with his marefriend and Israel Kamakawiwo Ole'.
Pete's House
After his parents went to sleep, Pete was brushing his teeth to get ready for bed. His head was still reeling from the events that took place that day. He sighed and walked back to the room to see Pinkie sitting on his bed with a big smile on her face.
"Hey Petey, are you still weirded out by me?"
Pete sighed, "Not as much. I'm…I'm starting to calm down a little bit."
"Great! Hey, have you ever seen my party cannon?" Pinkie said, pulling a cannon out from behind Pete's bed. "I'd use it now, but it is REALLY loud and you made it clear that you wanted no noise."
Pete nodded slowly and made his way over to his bed and lay down in it, "What a weird day." He muttered quietly to himself.
"Hey Petey, I was just wondering why are you so shy anyways?" Pinkie asked.
"Because I am." He muttered.
"Come on! That's not a good reason!"
Pete sighed and turned over onto his side so he could turn his light off and go to sleep, but he felt a hoof stop his hand. Suddenly, Pinkie dropped down in front of his face.
Yes, she was not hanging onto anything and yet she managed to become suspended in the air, upside down, with her face directly in front of James'.
Again, God bless cartoon physics…or lack thereof.
"Please tell me!"
Pete shook his head, "Maybe next time, I just…I don't want to talk about something like that now. It's too depressing."
"Awwww," Pinkie said with disappointment before smiling again, "okey-dokey, but don't think this is the end of it."
"I'll tell you."
"Pinkie promise?"
Pete sighed and nodded, sticking his pinky out. Pinkie looked at it with confusion, "What is that?"
Pete looked down at his pinky and chuckled, "Whoops, sorry I forgot you have your own Pinkie promise."
Pinkie chuckled and they looked at each other and went through her promise routine:
"Cross my heart, hope to fly,
Stick a cupcake in my eye."
They both said before they laughed together. Pete was starting to feel a little more comfortable around her now. He got under the covers and closed his eyes.
"Good night, Pinkie."
"Good night Petey-weetie!"
"Hey Pete?"
"Yes Pinkie?"
"You don't have to worry about what other people think about your humor or what you say, all that matters is what you think." with that insightful statement, Pinkie fell asleep.
Pete was stunned that she was able to figure out the main reason for his insecurity. But if she knew that, why would she be so adament about knowing his back-story? Pete decided to think more about it in the morning, but he was happy that he now had someone, or somepony, that he could talk to about his problems, and why he was as shy as he had been for years. After thinking about all of this, Pete closed his eyes and went to sleep. For the first time, Pete fell asleep with a smile on his face.
City Hall
Again, after everyone else had left city hall for the night, Obscure Darkness and Drocsid were talking more about the growing threat to their reign.
"The boy didn't leave his house at all today?" the Mayor asked Obscure with a raised eye-brow.
"No sir. Lawrence kept an eye on him all day and said the only people to come in and out of his house were his parents."
Drocsid sighed and walked over to the large window in his office that overlooked downtown Wilmont. He sighed as he saw all of the cars below him driving off in the chaos of the night.
"Should we go after him, sir?"
"Not yet." The Mayor said.
"But, we already know that he's an element and if we take care of him, we will be victorious. After all they need all six to defear you."
"And if we leave him be eventually he'll get a false sense of security and he'll lead us to the other elements and we can take all of them down. I'm patient with this."
"Yeah, you mean like last time where you just sat back and watched as the mane six froze you in stone? We can't do that this time Discord, we have to be proactive." Obscure muttered.
"I have learned my lesson, trust me." the Mayor said before turning around from the window as slowly walking up to Obscure Darkness, "But this world is not Equestria, and these six kids don't need my help in losing faith in their elements. As long as they don't have faith in what they represent, they cannot defeat us. And in this world, who could have faith in such sacred things as magic, loyalty, honesty, generosity, laughter, and kindness? No one, because none of that exists in its pure form here."
Obscure gave Drocsid a confused look, "So, we just let them go?" He asked with annoyance at the idea of letting their targets get away.
"No, on the contrary," Drocsid said, raising a finger, "we let them get overly confident and then cut them off at the knees, thus shattering their hope to defeat us. Let me ask you is it worse to die before you had any hope at all, or after you've gained it?"
Obscure nodded at this, "Makes sence, I guess. What if this Ryan kid leads us to the others, do we just let them go?"
"No, if he leads you to more than two elements by all means go after them and get them. But we don't need to worry about only him. Just keep watching his actions and see if he goes out with friends."
"Yes sir."
James' House
It was almost James' bedtime, but before he could let the sandman pull him into his slumber, he had to get his daily lecture from his parents.
He sat at the kitchen table, across from his parents who both stared directly at him with accusing eyes. James looked up the stairs, wanting to get this over with so he could spend some time with Fluttershy before he went to sleep. But he couldn't keep looking up at the stairs and mentally escape the situation that he was in; rather he felt his parents' eyes pierce him like a hot knife through butter.
"James, answer our question," James' stern father asked, "what did you do today?"
James sighed and turned his attention back to the table; his eyes looking down at his hands rather than up into the eyes of his condescending parents.
"I told you already, I went to the mall to see some friends and spent some time with Caroline." James muttered, getting annoyed that they always wanted to know what he did so they could shoot it down.
"So what you're telling us is that you didn't do anything productive today?" James' mother said as she looked her son square in the eyes.
"Nothing that you'd understand." James muttered.
"Son, I've told you a thousand times, you need to find something constructive to do this summer." James' Dad said.
"I have a job."
"That's not what I meant." James' dad said in an irritated tone, "I meant something like a hobby, or interests that you have."
James gave his father a cold look, "Interests?"
"Do you have any?" his mom asked.
"I have plenty of them; I just don't know which ones you'll approve of." James said with pure bitterness.
"Patrick has soccer, he has guitar, and he takes art classes down at the YMCA. You have a job, that's it."
"And which one pays the bills?" James asked.
"What?" his father asked with annoyance.
"Which one will pay the bills?" James chuckled, "Yeah soccer, arts and games are all fun and good, but how beneficial are they if you can't put food onto the table?"
James' mother and father exchanged glances before sighing, "James, I just want to let you know how scared we are for you. How we fear your future success with getting into college next year."
James just kept smiling, thinking about Caroline and how much better he had made her day. Why should he let himself get upset just because his parents downgrade him? He made Caroline happier than she's been in a long time. At the end of the day, nothing else mattered.
"Do you understand where I'm coming from son?" James' dad asked, snapping James back from his thoughts.
"Yes sir." He said with a small smile.
"Good, now, go to bed."
James stood up and walked up the stairs with a big smile that grew bigger and bigger, leaving his parents downstairs to talk about what a disappointment their younger son was.
James got upstairs and shut the door, seeing that Fluttershy was resting on his bed, eyes closed. He thought she was asleep, so he tip-toed until he heard her stir.
"Oh hi James, I'm sorry I fell asleep. I was really exhausted."
James chuckled, "That's all right Fluttershy."
He walked over to her and sat down onto his bed to stroke her pretty pink mane. She nuzzled his hand with affection as she lay back against the bed.
"You know, Fluttershy, you did a really great thing for Caroline today." James said with pure joy, "I haven't seen her that happy since before she got sick."
"Wow, well, I'm glad that your cousin loved my visit so much." She sighed in the cutest way, "maybe I can go see her again tomorrow."
"Definitely, and I really appreciate it as well." James muttered. Fluttershy looked up at him and gave him a smile before resting back against the pillow and closing her eyes. He kept stroking her when suddenly his phone began to go off. He pulled it out of his pocket and looked at the caller I.D.
Fluttershy opened her eyes to look at James. When James looked at the caller I.D., his smile slowly fell. He answered the phone and listened.
"Aunt Christie? What's…." that's all James said before there was complete silence. Fluttershy slowly sat up in James' bed and watched as James' bright eyes slowly widened. But it wasn't in joy or excitement…it was shock, and not a good kind of shock. Slowly, he pressed "end" on the phone and looked up.
"James?" Fluttershy asked, moving closer to the edge of the bed, "James, what is it?"
James didn't flinch; he just stood still like a statue ad muttered in a volume just above a whisper, "Caroline….Caroline died an hour after we left."
"Oh my…James I'm so sorry."
James bit his lip as he tried to hold is tears back. Eventually, though, it was all for naught. With fierce anger he hurled his phone at the wall of his room, shattering it to pieces. Fluttershy flinched back a bit at his sudden outburst, but then watched as he turned around and fell onto the bed sobbing like he never sobbed before. Fluttershy was in complete shock over this. She watched James, who had not a moment before been all smiles and full of hope, disintegrate into a heap of misery and despair. Fluttershy slowly walked over to his side and placed her hoof onto his shoulder. "James, it's okay. I'm here for you."
James looked up at her and quickly wrapped his arms around her and sobbed into her yellow-furred shoulder, "Fluttershy….Fluttershy…w-why did…." He continued to cry.
Fluttershy began to rub James' back and shush him like he was her child, hoping that she could at least sooth the hurt he had felt.
But James kept crying for another hour into her shoulder, both tears of anger and misery, anger that he had let himself actually believe that something good could happen for someone that he cared about, and sadness for Caroline.
Fluttershy tried to comfort James as much as she could, but it did little as he was still tearing himself up on the inside. All he wanted to do was stay in Fluttershy's embrace for the rest of his life, where he felt like somepony still cared about him.
The pony who had comforted him during Caroline's illness before she came to his world, was now comforting him in his time of greiving for her death.
And though the pain James felt tore at him like a lance, her being there made him feel better, even if only a little bit.
Hope you enjoyed that, and I hope that the emotional scene at the end was effective...but not too effective as I don't want everyone to be bawling or depressed.
Again, thank you for reading and I'll hopefully get the next chapter up soon.
Go Giants! Go Rainbow Dash!