+ Pulling Birds in Public [Taishen]
Jun 2, 2015 2:41:12 GMT -5
Post by leavingneverland on Jun 2, 2015 2:41:12 GMT -5
Charlie stood on this hill, the long, waving grass tickling his hooves, and surveyed his kingdom. Stallions conversed, colts sparred, mares giggled with one another and the fillies -- damn, the fillies. He was seventeen, and speaking to them still made him blush a violent and unattractive shade of maroon. A chill swept up his spine as a pretty chimeric filly with a silver mane pranced about with her friends.
He was perfectly fine not being able to talk with girls, much less flirt with girls. He was extremely happy avoiding them at all costs, and stuttering and giggling like an idiot when they accidentally crossed paths. It was humiliating, but it didn't happen very often. It was definitely better than forcing himself through awkward silence after awkward silence, or messing up basic pickup lines and turning: "You've got a beautiful mane," into: "Haha! Hair." He was breaking out in hives just thinking about it. He watched as a pretty roan filly with flowers in her mane skipped by, imaging how he'd go up to her. He'd say: "Hi. My name's Charlie. I saw you from across the valley and had to speak to you. I had to tell you I've never seen anything half as beautiful as you are. Would you do me the honour of having a drink with me at the watering hole?" What he'd ACTUALLY say would be: "HNG. Um. Eh. Uh... Erm, well, you know. BAI!" and he'd charge off into the setting sun in a cloud of dust and tears. It would be painful.
He glanced around. Glorious Instructor wasn't here yet. He could still slip away. He could make up some excuse about his mum needing him around to help with her healing (which was Mom code for 'Stand there and clap at my wonderfulness Charlie, I need a confidence boost.') Yeah, he could still get away. He didn't know how he'd allowed himself to get roped into this in the first place! Soooooo... he took a step back, and then another, and then it was too late.
He was perfectly fine not being able to talk with girls, much less flirt with girls. He was extremely happy avoiding them at all costs, and stuttering and giggling like an idiot when they accidentally crossed paths. It was humiliating, but it didn't happen very often. It was definitely better than forcing himself through awkward silence after awkward silence, or messing up basic pickup lines and turning: "You've got a beautiful mane," into: "Haha! Hair." He was breaking out in hives just thinking about it. He watched as a pretty roan filly with flowers in her mane skipped by, imaging how he'd go up to her. He'd say: "Hi. My name's Charlie. I saw you from across the valley and had to speak to you. I had to tell you I've never seen anything half as beautiful as you are. Would you do me the honour of having a drink with me at the watering hole?" What he'd ACTUALLY say would be: "HNG. Um. Eh. Uh... Erm, well, you know. BAI!" and he'd charge off into the setting sun in a cloud of dust and tears. It would be painful.
He glanced around. Glorious Instructor wasn't here yet. He could still slip away. He could make up some excuse about his mum needing him around to help with her healing (which was Mom code for 'Stand there and clap at my wonderfulness Charlie, I need a confidence boost.') Yeah, he could still get away. He didn't know how he'd allowed himself to get roped into this in the first place! Soooooo... he took a step back, and then another, and then it was too late.
