Wilmont Chronicles

Chapter 1: Meet The Bronies

Okay, well this is NOT going to be written for a while because of school work, but I thought that I'd still upload my first chapter to see how many people are interested in this story. This is going to be a very long story that I plan to write in my spare time over the summer.

I also just started watching MLP: FIM recently and am still trying to catch up to the newest episodes (I'm in season 2 right now, but still behind). So I apologize if that hurts this story at all.

Again, I'm not going to upload any new chapters for a while, but I'd like to hear some feedback on this first chapter to see if it interests people.

I do not own Twilight Sparkle or any other characters mentioned in this story besides my OC's. They belong to

Also later on there will be romance between Mane6XOCs. Also, I will not write anything graphic in regards to the romances. The furthest that I'll take it is kissing/making-out.

City Hall- Morning- November, 2 years ago

Confetti filled the skies as people begin to celebrate the election of Christopher Drocsid to the position of Mayor of Wilmont, New York. The newly elected mayor of the Upstate city stood in front of a crowd of eager spectators ready to hear his speech. It is live on the local television news channels; local history classes are breaking from their normal schedule to watch it, and local Universities shuttle out political-science students. He is middle-aged and has a wild look about him, his eyes have an air of craziness in them, dark circles surrounding them. He is known as someone who hates organization and even discusses how the structure of the United States must be changed. For now, though, people believed that he would focus only on Wilmont.

But Drocsid had other plans.

He began his speech: "My citizens. For far too long, people have benefited at the expense of others. The youth have been oppressed by the old; the poor by the rich, the meek by the strong, the black by the white, but no more. Today is a new era, not just for Wilmont, but the entire world." He grinned at the eager crowd, which mostly consisted of people between the ages of 18 and 25. "Today we start the path for a new, and improved, world by starting here in Wilmont."

Cheers erupted through the crowd, chants of "Drocsid! Drocsid! Drocsid!" echoed throughout the city. Drocsid gave a faux smile of warmth and waves to his enthusiastic audience.

"And remember this; the problem isn't with the population! The problem is with the system!"

Cheers erupt.

"And it is never fair that some live in chaos and squalor while other's live in peace and luxury! I will bring to the entire state the idea of income equality, and empowerment to the youth and poverty of the state. And I will tax the rich and feed the poor, until there are no rich no more."

Cheers erupt.

As the Mayor flashed his phony smile at the crowd, his eyes started to glow a faint yellow.

"Drocsid! Drocsid! Drocsid!"

Wilmont- Present Day

"Dude can you crack a window? I'm baking back here!" James Carson complained from the back seat of the SUV as he leaned his head against the seat, his long, black hair pressed up against the headrest. His feet were propped onto the passenger-side seat and his eyes were gazing out of the window at the forests that Ryan's car drove by.

"Just turn the air conditioner on! Jesus Christ, James it's not brain surgery." Ryan Davis shouted from the driver's seat. He peered back at James through the rear-view mirror as he continued to drive, his blue eyes hidden behind his sunglasses.

"Nah man, that's bad for the environment. Unlike you, I actually care about our planet."

"Ugh, can you stop with your hippie bullshit for one day? Please? Just one day, that's all I'm asking."

"Why, because it annoys your conservative ass? Too bad, it's not my fault you're the spawn of the white upper class." James laughed a bit, never taking his eyes away from the passing forests.

Ryan shrugged, "And you're from the white middle-class. Besides, it' better than being associated with pot-smoking, socialist hippies you agnostic ass-hole."

James flipped Ryan the bird before he looked away and chuckled. They had completely different political views, but their ability to understand the phrase "to each his own", made it fun to playfully rip on each other's' ideologies.

While this was going on, the third was silently sitting in the passenger seat. Carl Lewis was seventeen, as were James and Ryan. He had brown hair and violet eyes, and looked like the most average teenage boy one could imagine. Carl was sitting in the passenger seat, never averting his eyes from the road ahead. He put his hand up to shield his eyes from the rays of sun that shone into the car. Ryan saw this and laughed haughtily, "Hey Carl, I can see you squinting and shielding your eyes. You should've worn sunglasses."

Carl shrugs, "I don't let a little sunlight get in my way. I'm a strong-willed individual, unlike you."

"So in order to seem strong-willed, you'd be willing to literally blind yourself? Because last I checked, the sun doesn't give a shit how strong-willed you are."

"I guess you can say that." Carl smirked at his pretentious, poetic bullshit statement, knowing very well that's all it was, pretentious poetic bullshit.

"Why are you always so rebellious?" James asked from his relaxed position.

Carl shrugged, "I just don't give a shit what people think. I am who I am. Hey Ryan, do you mind if I change the station to something a better than rap?"

"Go right ahead man, I hate this shit anyway. There are only so many songs about banging women and shooting cops that I can take."

"Don't you mean, or shooting cops?" James asked from the back seat.

"No, actually, I know there are songs out there about both."

Carl flipped to the rock station just as Limelight began to play. Both Ryan and Carl loved Rush so they began to sing, much to James' chagrin. He groaned and pulled out his iPod.

"Look, not that you two don't sound like angels," James said, putting his earphones into his ears. "But I prefer listening to real singers, if you don't mind."

Ryan turned his attention back to the road. Carl kept humming the song as he watched the different small businesses pass by, each with their own memory. One shops in particular grabbed Carl's attention.

"Courtie's Magic Shop" was the local magic shop that Carl worked at until he was twelve. He used to be so fascinated with the idea of magic and accomplishing the impossible, even going so far as to stay at work late to have Mr. Courtie give him lessons. But, as everyone does eventually, he "outgrew" the "childish" passion for magic, and began to lose the sense of wonder that it had once provided.

He watched as the middle-aged Mr. Courtie cleaned his store window with the same dirty old rag that he's used for years. The sunlight reflected off of the clear glass as it became cleaner, even with the filthy method of cleaning it. Mr. Courtie turned around to look at Carl. He gave a small smile and waved to him. Carl, in turn, returned a small wave of his own. But it was very unenthusiastic.

The High School was just outside of the village on one side, while the mall was situated on the other. After passing all of the shops and going past the mall and school, Ryan drove towards the local park. Corral Street Park was very beautiful for the months of March through October. Any other time, as with the rest of Upstate New York, was a terrible mix of snow, grey, and gloominess. Carl watched as some kids, most likely between ten and twelve years old, were playing a soccer game on one of the three fields available. He smiled as his mind filled with the nostalgia of his childhood.

Because the mall, school and park were in a triangle shape in relation to each other, it was often called the "Holy Trinity" by the local teenagers. School was for "work", the mall was lazy recreation, and the park was active recreation, the three aspects that dominate High School life.

After about two more minutes of driving down the street, Ryan pulled into a neighborhood. He stopped the car in front of Carl's red house. Carl nodded to them and opened the passenger-side door to get out.

"All right boys, I'll see you at the party tonight."

"Wait, I thought I was driving?" Ryan asked, "I mean; I'm the only one of us who isn't going to be shit-faced, right?" James and Carl nodded.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. Come back here in about an hour I'll be ready to go." Ryan nodded.

"Okay cool, I'll see you in a little bit."

Carl shut the door and started up to his house. Once he reached the door he knocked and waited for someone to answer. As he waited, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the small windows that bordered the door. He looked at his eyes, his expressive, violet eyes that had always made him a target for verbal bullying. What guy had violet eyes? Hell, what person had violet eyes. As Carl thought about this, the front door opened. Carl's mother, Lauren stood in the doorway with a warm smile.

"Good to see that you're home." She said. "How was your last day of school?"

"Uneventful." Carl said, slipping into the house. Lauren shut the door behind him and went back to the kitchen as Carl took his shoes off. He then followed her into the dining area of the kitchen where his two sisters were eating. Lisa, Carl's nine year old sister, was the older and more rebellious of the two. Anna was the younger at age six, and the only word that could describe her personality would be "innocent". Carl sat down in the seat next to Lisa. Lauren came back to the table with a plate of fish and broccoli, which she set down in front of Carl. He looked at what food he had been offered and grumbled.

"Fish and broccoli, it is a truly winning combination." He said sarcastically.

"It is if you're planning to lead a healthy life." Lauren said as she walked out of the kitchen. Lisa leaned towards Carl and whispered.

"If this is what's needed for a healthy life, then sign me up for obesity." Carl chuckled as he begrudgingly began to eat. Anna finished most of what was on her plate as Lisa did soon after. They both got up to clean their plates in the sink, which was piled up with plates that had not yet been washed.

"Hey Carl are you going to that party tonight? The one everyone in the High School was talking about." Anna asked, her innocent face beaming at Carl.

"Yeah, Ryan's coming to pick me up in an hour."

"Does mom know that you're going?"

"Yes she does," Carl said before lowering the tone of his voice to just above a whisper, "but what I do there is something she'll never know, understand?"

"You mean getting plastered?" Lisa asked as she scrubbed her plate clean over the sink water.

"I prefer the term "wasted", but whatever floats your boat." Carl finished the last of his fish and started to walk over to the sink. "Besides, I really don't get "wasted"; I just get a little tipsy. If I have more than two beers in one sitting I feel like shit the next morning."

"So you set a limit?"

"Actually, I think of it more like a "vow" to limit myself to two drinks."

"Yeah sure, in the same way Anna "vowed" never to swim in our pool again after I told her sharks could spontaneously appear in it and eat her? She just got out of the pool today." Lisa smiled and Anna glared at her.

"Hey I remember that! That was a mean for thing to say you….meany." Anna stated in a huff, her arms crossed as she walked off. Carl walked over to the sink to clean his plate with a smile on his face, as there was nothing more entertaining than watching his two sisters go at each other's throats. It was truly a hilarious sight. As he cleaned his plate, Lisa stood next to him, giving him a sly smirk.

"Carl, did you catch the newest "My Little Pony" episode?" Carl sighed.

"I told you not to talk about that shit with me. You know I'm not proud that I watch it."

"But you do watch it." She said like a know-it-all before walking away, leaving an annoyed Carl to finish cleaning his plates. He sighed and walked upstairs to his room where he shut himself away from the rest of his family so he could relax in peace for the ten minutes before he had to get ready for the party. First thing's first, he grabbed his laptop and flipped it open. He checked his e-mails and Facebook for any new messages, updates, alerts, and other stuff. He went to the local news website to read up on the new crimes that were hitting Wilmont.

You see, while Wilmont was a typical, small city, it had a very high crime rate. The crimes that were committed usually were related to gangs of anarchist teenagers or drug dealers, or some whack-jobs doing terrible things to others, such as assault, robbery, and murder. Regardless, it wasn't that the crimes themselves were out of the ordinary, just the prevalence of them. And for its size, Wilmont had a shitload of gang killings.

After reading up on two new homicides and thoroughly depressing himself into a stupor, Carl decided to surf the web for more entertaining purposes. As he did this, he looked over at a picture of his family that was on his desk. Carl, his mother, his sisters, and his father were all present. His face fell to a sad, nostalgic smile as he looked at the image of his father. About five years before, his father was killed by a gang that tried to rob him. Ever since, Carl really became the father figure of the household, or at least he tried to be. Anna and Lisa didn't really respect him enough to say he accomplished that role. Regardless, he got a job at the local coffee shop to help bring money to the table so his mother wouldn't be alone.

While he was a bit of a realist around those that he cared about, such as his mother and sisters, Carl often found ways to escape his life into fantasies that he wished were real, but knew deep down they could never be.

This was where My Little Pony came in. He first found out that Ryan was a brony while he was going through Ryan's closet to find a shirt to borrow. What he found was a t-shirt with Rainbow Dash's cutie mark on it. Ryan was humiliated and made Carl promise not to tell anyone. Carl agreed but decided to ask Ryan why he liked the show. Ryan talked about how he was drawn in by the internet, but then the characters hooked him. He discussed the quirky story lines and three-dimensional characters which, as someone who was into the prospect of writing screenplays, he found inspirational. Finally, he convinced Carl to watch some episodes, and the rest was history.

Since then, he's watched the show to escape from reality. Each time becoming more and more depressed when the episode ended. He always was a bit of a romantic in the sense that he wished for the impossible to happen. He imagined what it would be like if the characters were brought into the real world. More than anything, he wished he could meet Twilight Sparkle because she was his favorite character on the show.

Not only did she have the same eye-color as Carl, but she had the desire to learn that Carl wished he could have. She also had the type of personality that he desired in girls. She was smart, kind, even if a bit neurotic. He sighed and got up to start getting dressed.

JAMES

"I told you that you don't have to stop by every day." James' cousin Caroline said as she gave her cousin a big smile. Caroline was twelve and had a very pretty face with big, expressive eyes that stood out on her thin, chemotherapy-effected body. All of her beautiful, brown hair was gone, lost to the treatment, and her skin was pale as skim milk. James was sitting next to her bed in a small, white chair, putting on a hopeful, optimistic smile.

"Now how can I stay away from such a sweet girl?" James smiled and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. He then leaned back and reached behind the chair he was sitting in, "Besides, I had to make sure you got this."

"What is it?"

James handed her a gift that was wrapped in blue paper. She tore off the paper and grinned from ear to ear. She covered her mouth and held up a t-shirt that had a picture of Fluttershy on it.

"Oh my gosh you got me a Fluttershy t-shirt?"

James nodded and Caroline leaned over and hugged him.

"Thank you so much James."

"Anytime kido." He put his hand on her shoulder to comfort her. "Listen I have to get going now, but I'll be back again tomorrow to see how you're doing."

Caroline nodded happily. James smiled back and hugged her one last time. "Rest up."

"I will."

With that, James left and walked out to Ryan, who was waiting for him outside. He was glad he didn't have to go home just yet, as he didn't feel like seeing his parents. They only did two things, work and criticize James. Every day, if he dressed himself they would say he looked like a slob. If he got an A- on a paper, they would be disappointed that it wasn't an A. They were extremely hard on him.

In all honesty, James only got true enjoyment out of two things. One was seeing Caroline and doing his best to make her day better. The other was My Little Pony, which Caroline got him into when he watched the show with her a few months before. He didn't just get into the show because others did, but because it made Caroline and him happy to watch it with each other. So whenever he came over to visit, he'd talk about that week's newest episode as well as Fluttershy, who was both of their favorites.

In the end, it was not just a fun show that brought James back to his child-hood; it also helped him and Caroline find happiness during such a dark time. More than that, it gave happiness to a child whose next day could be her last, and that is what James appreciated more than anything.

RYAN- During James' Time with Caroline

Ryan waited in his car for James to get done with Caroline. He sighed as he listened to some more rock music. His arm was hanging out of the open window and he was biting his thumbnail in impatience. He lowered the visor and opened the small mirror that was in it. He removed his glasses to look at the black-and-blue eye that it concealed.

Ryan was a rich, at least according to everyone that he went to school with. His father was a doctor and his mother was a real-estate agent. Now, unlike how most forms of media portray the rich kid as the bully or the snooty kid of the school, it was Ryan who was the victim of constant assaults.

He was thankful that his parents were there for him when he needed them to be. But sometimes he'd come home after getting the shit beat out of him to find his parents absent, both at work. If this was the case, nothing could stop Ryan from going up to his room and sobbing.

Even though he hung out with James and Carl, he was always skeptical of them. He didn't trust anyone besides his parents. He lost all faith in humanity's sense of loyalty years ago.

And, like Carl and James, he was into My Little Pony. And, like his friends, there was a much deeper reason for it than just the fact that he enjoyed the show.

Ryan was never the most confident person in the world; in fact, he always put himself down no matter what he did. Whether it was something good or something bad, he'd always put himself down and focus on the bad he did rather than the good. He first watched the show after looking at some memes online that sparked his interest. Soon, he was watching it non-stop.

The reason that he liked, besides it being his form of escapism, was because of Rainbow Dash. She was everything that he wasn't. She believed in loyalty, she was confident in herself, or she projected it at least.

But more than anything it was the fact that she was loyal. She was reliable. Because of certain events that had happened to him over the course of his life, Ryan always felt that loyalty was dead. Seeing her with traits like that made her his favorite character.

He always wanted to meet a girl with those traits, which was virtually nonexistent in Wilmont. Every time he saw her on the show, he'd become depressed, knowing that she, as well as her friends, were nothing more than ink on paper.

And he would never tell anyone, even Carl, that he actually felt as though he had a crush on her, which he did.

He was deep in thought about this when he heard a knocking at the passenger-side window. He nearly jumped out of his seat and dropped his glasses from the surprise. He looked over to see James through the window, a big smile on his face. Ryan rolled his eyes and James got into the truck.

"Sorry I couldn't resist." He said laughing. Ryan rolled his eyes.

"You know I believe in an eye for an eye James," Ryan said, turning the volume up on the radio as James shut the car door behind him. "So you'd better be careful when you're at your most vulnerable, and I assume that will be tonight after you chug a few beers?"

James smiled, "You have no idea."

The two friends laughed and drove off, James not saying anything about the bruise on his friend's eye.

After all, it was commonplace.

Wilmont City Hall

Everyone had begun to leave the offices for the day. The normally loud, busy building that echoed with arguments and debates during the day grew quieter as the end of the day approached.

Brett Howard sits in a chair outside of Mayor Drocsid's office. Brett had light brown hair and green eyes. He was about thirty-five but the stress and darkness in his face made him look a lot older. He was tapping the briefcase that was laid across his lap. He looked up when he heard the door to the mayor's office open.

Mayor Drocsid came out and turned to Brett. He smiled and hugged Brett.

"Brett; my friend. How have you been?" he asked in a cheerful way. Brett stood up and smiled weakly.

"Fine sir, I just wanted to discuss the speech that you have to give tomorrow."

"Ah yes, my speech to the public, fun times ahead."

They began to walk down the hall towards the exit, discussing the main points that the speech was to include. The Mayor grinned and, noticing that no one was around anymore, decided to become a little more personal in his discussions with Brett, "So, Obscure Darkness, what else have you found out?"

"Sir, are you sure it's all right to talk so openly?" Brett, or Obscure Darkness, asked.

"Of course, no one is around! Look, this building has become a ghost town! As soon as six o'clock hits people flood out of here like the place was on fire." He smiled, "So much hatred for work. It's not like back at home."

"Well Earth is a lot different." Brett said, smiling darkly. "It is a much more selfish place."

"But that makes my job a lot easier." The Mayor grinned evilly as his eyes changed to a scary, yellow color. Brett leaned back a bit at this sight.

"Jeez, tell a pony when you're going to do that, you almost gave me a heart attack."

His eyes returned back to normal, "This world is so unstructured. And those people who call for structure are shouted down by the youth. This new generation of humans, the teenagers, they're our targets."

"You've taken quite a liking to them, huh?"

"Oh Obscure, you have no idea. They want disorder; we will give it to them."

The Mayor walks over to a window and looks out at Wilmont, which is still visible under the setting sun.

"Disgruntled, entitled, arrogant, brash, jealous, nopony would expect a society like this to exist." Brett said, following the Mayor to look outside as a few cars passed by.

"Equestria may not have collapsed to my chaos." The Mayor said, "But this place will."

Brett nodded and began to walk away when Drocsid called after him.

"Oh and Obscure," he said. Brett turned around, "and I would appreciate to open the newspaper tomorrow and find Mr. Hanson in the obituaries. I know you are friends with him, but it's for the best."

Brett somberly nodded before giving a slight smile. "Yes sir."

Party- Later

"WOOOOOOOHOOOO, aw yeah we are getting hammered tonight bitches!" James shouted in his drunken stupor as he danced around the small house where the party was being held. There were about sixty people present at this shindig, and while most of the people there were drunk, it was clear that James was the most obnoxious. Everyone was either getting really annoyed by him or joined him in their own alcohol-induced states. Hip-hop music was blaring out of the speakers as people danced either solo, as James was doing, or with their girlfriends or boyfriends. Actually, scratch that, they weren't dancing as much as they were "grinding" on each other.

While this mosh pit was forming in the living room of the house, Ryan and Carl were standing over in the kitchen area, watching their friend make a fool out of himself. Carl was drinking a beer while Ryan just stood with a cup of water, clearly bored out of his mind.

"I think we should take him home before he hurts himself." Ryan grumbled. "Or someone hurts him out of annoyance."

"He'll be fine."

Ryan let out an obnoxious yawn.

"God this party is boring." Ryan groaned as he took a sip of water.

"Then leave, no one's stopping you. You have the car. Me and James don't live too far from here." Carl said, noticing Ryan's bored look.

"I'm not going to leave this early just because I'm bored. I don't want to be that guy."

"Dude; you already are that guy."

Ryan raised an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"It means you're the biggest buzz-kill on the planet. You never let your hair down to enjoy the ride; you've always got to overanalyze everything."

"I do too let myself have fun;" Ryan said defensively, "That fun just doesn't involve alcohol or sex."

"And I'd like to thank you for proving my point, Buzz Killington."

"Hey, you have beer to escape from reality, I have ponies." Ryan had a slight smirk as Carl rolled his eyes.

Carl started to walk over towards the table where the beer was and Ryan followed, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes and letting out a yawn. While Carl grabbed a beer off of the table and began to drink it. After finishing with his yawning session, Ryan looked over to a girl. He noticed that the girl was looking at Carl shyly, a small smile clearly on her face.

Ryan tapped Carl's shoulder, "Dude, that girl over there is checking you out."

Carl looked to where Ryan was pointing. "Which one?"

"The one with the purple t-shirt and black sweat pants."

He finally saw her, and Carl noticed something else about her. She was gorgeous. To say that she was beautiful would be like saying the sun is quite large. It was like she was a Goddess out of Greek mythology. Great body, beautiful face and an impossibly innocent smile, she was Carl's dream girl.

She began to walk over and smiled at the two. "Hi." She said with a big smile.

"Hello." They both respond in unison.

"My name is Tara. I just moved here." She extended her hand, which Carl hesitantly took and shook it. "What are your names?"

"Carl."

"Ryan." Ryan shook her hand as well.

"It's nice to meet you both."

"So where are you from?" Ryan asked as Carl was still too dumbstruck by her beauty to do anything besides stare stupidly.

"Let's just say I'm from someplace far away." She said with a smile.

"Well, that's vague as hell. Could you be any more specific?"

Tara shook her head, "I'll tell you later, if you'd like."

"Sure." Ryan said somewhat suspiciously. Carl chuckled, snapping himself out of his trance.

"So what do you like to do?"

"I love to read." She said enthusiastically, "Oh, I also love to learn."

"Read and learn? Heh, she's like the polar opposite of you Carl." Ryan said as he playfully nudged his side. Carl blushed and shot Ryan an angry glare. Tara just laughed.

"You remind me one of my friends." She said smiling, "she hates that stuff to, well, with a few exceptions."

"Really, maybe I can meet this friend of yours and discuss how we loathe everything you love." Carl said with a somewhat flirtatious voice.

Tara smiled and chuckled, "Maybe."

"God her voice is familiar," Carl thought, "Where have I heard it before?"

"Yo what up my homies?" Shouted James as he stumbled over to the trio, drunk as a clam. "Guys, guess what? Louis has some weed over there; the shit is off the fucking chain!"

Over in the corner sits Louis in his black hoodie and backwards Nike hat. His long, brown hair is strewn around, giving him the look of a proper stoner.

"Um, James?" Ryan gestures over to Tara.

"James," Carl said to shut his friend up, "I'd like you to meet Tara. Tara, this is our good friend James. And I'd like to apologize for his vulgar language."

"Hello," she says, extending her hand, "It's very nice to meet you."

"Like…Like…." James tried to say when he suddenly turned away and vomited all over the floor. Tara jumped back at the spectacle; Carl's mouth hung open, and Ryan laughed.

"Christ James!" Carl shouted angrily, "What the fuck!"

"I think…hic….I've had too much."

Ryan raised his eyebrows, "You don't say."

James straightens himself up when suddenly someone grabbed him from behind and turned him. Lawrence Tomlinson stared directly into his eyes. Lawrence was pretty large, but somewhat pudgy as well. He had curly black hair and a mean-looking face. His eyes were so hate-filled that after seeing them, you would question the validity of the fact that everyone was a child at one point.

"Hey! What the fuck are you doing?" Lawrence asked harshly.

"I…hic…don't know."

"Are you trying to ruin this party?"

"No…I."

Lawrence grabbed James' by the shirt and threw him to the ground angrily. Ryan stood up and stormed over to him.

"Hey Lawrence, why don't you go bother somebody else."

Lawrence smiled, "But I enjoy messing with you and your friends. Now I suggest you three leave this party now, or do you want me to bruise your other eye?"

Ryan bit his lip and sighed.

"Come on guys, let's go." Ryan said as he turned away from Lawrence, glaring at him until he began to walk away. But then he felt Lawrence grab him and turn him around so they were facing each other again.

"On second thought, Ryan, I think some facial symmetry would do you some good." With that, Lawrence reached back and punched Ryan in the non-bruised eye, and he fell down onto the beer-soaked carpet. He looked up at Lawrence, who was laughing at him, as were the rest of the people at the party, save Carl and Tara. Even James laughed, but that was just because he was drunk as hell. Ryan, wide eyed and on the verge of tears, pushed himself up and ran out of the house.

"Shit, Ryan." Carl said, following him out and grabbing the drunken James.

"Aw! The game isn't over yet! Hic…the Knicks still have a chance to win!" James complained drunkenly. Tara began to follow, but was stopped by Lawrence, who stepped into her path and held his hand out.

"Aw wait, I only said those three losers had to go." He said, grabbing her shoulder.

"Let go of me." She said angrily.

"But I want you to stay, so you're staying." Lawrence smiled his cocky smile as Tara glared at him. Her eyes suddenly had a faint purple glow about them, as did her forehead.

"You let go of me before I buck you so hard in your stallion-hood that you won't be able to mate for years."

Lawrence's eyes go wide and he lets Tara go. She gave him one last glare as her eyes went back to normal. She ran outside after Carl and the others.

"What the fuck?" Lawrence asked no one in particular, watching as Tara walked out

Outside, she saw Carl standing at Ryan's car, with James vomiting on the lawn. Ryan sat in the passenger-side of the car with tears rolling down his cheeks as he silently cried.

"Hey man, come on. It's fine."

"I know, I'm just sick of it." Ryan whimpered as he wiped some tears away from his eyes and sniffing. Tara walked over.

"Are you all right?"

Ryan nodded before looking over at James, who was hunched over the lawn, singing Kiss songs with a slurred voice as his vomiting started to stop.

"You two should honestly be more concerned about him." Ryan pointed to James. When Tara and Carl saw this, they laughed. Carl walked over to James. James raised his head slightly.

"Let me sing! They want an encore!" James shouted drunkenly. Carl pulled James up.

"There's no concert James."

"Yes there is. Th…they're shouting for me!"

"There's no audience either."

"Awwww…."

Tara put her hand to her mouth and giggled. Carl smiled at her before walking back and putting James in the back seat of Ryan's car. Ryan shut the door and turned the engine on. Ryan rolled the window down so he could still talk with Carl.

Carl turned to Tara and asked if she wanted a lift back to her place or if she wanted to go back to the party.

She smiled warmly, "Actually, I was wondering if I could go back your place for a little bit." Carl raised his eyebrows and Ryan's mouth fell open.

"Um….yeah sure." Carl said with a smile. Ryan tapped him on the shoulder and winked at him.

"Good luck." He whispered in a way that said "Go get laid man". With that, he drove off into the night, James still screaming Strutter from the back seat as his feet were propped up on the window.

Carl went back over to Tara, who was trying hard not to laugh. "Sorry about all of that."

Tara waved it off like it was nothing. "No problem, I'm kind of used to my friends being random. Especially this one, I swear she laws of physics don't apply to her."

Carl chuckled at this as they both began to head off to Carl's house. As they walked together, they began to talk as if they had been friends forever. Carl didn't know why, but he felt as though he knew this girl, that they've met before, but he wasn't sure when and where.

It wasn't just her familiar voice that drew his attention, either. It was her eyes, her violet eyes that mirrored his, but there was something different about them. Carl always knew his eyes to be a darker shade of violet. Only when people got somewhat close were they able to see the hint of purple that were in them. But with her eyes, the violet color shone bright as day, so that he could tell her eye color even if they were at different parts of a room. They were also the most beautiful eyes that he'd ever seen. They were large, expressive and had more innocence than any other teenager's eyes.

The full moon hung like an ornament in the sky above the town as Carl led her out of the one neighborhood and into the one where he lived. Luckily for them both his house was so close, after all it was a well-known fact that the roads of Wilmont were long, winding and distorted. Hell, you'd be lucky to find a quarter mile of relatively straight road. They finally reached Carl's house and walked up to the door. He opened the door.

"Okay, we're going to have to be quiet. My family's probably asleep." Carl whispered as he opened the door, gesturing her in, "after you."

"Wow, what a gentlecolt." Tara said happily before she walked in. Carl smiled, but then his expression fell.

"Wait, did she just say….nah." he shrugged and continued into the house. Tara looked around. She found the house to be fairly nice, but at the same time sort of ordinary. There were white walls and green curtains, as well as some hints of color but it all seemed so…dull. She was used too much more vibrant, exciting, and colorful back where she came from. She did, however, like it overall.

"Wow, your house is really nice." She whispered in awe as she walked towards the living room.

"Yeah, it gets the job done." Carl shrugged. She walked over towards Carl's father's office. Well, it was his office before he died. Now it was the designated library for the house.

Tara looked up at the books that filled the room and let out an excited gasp.

"Oh my gosh, how many books do you have?" she said with an ecstatic grin.

"Geez, I don't know." Carl rubbed the back of his head. "A lot, I mean, most of them used to be my fathers'. I'm not a big reader myself. It's a shame though, I really wish I was. Damn my A.D.D."

She pulls a book off of the shelf and presses it against her chest, smiling broadly. Carl chuckled to himself at how excited she seemed to be.

"You know I've never met someone as interested in books as you are."

"Really?" she asked, "I guess I'd be considered and egghead here too." she laughed a bit.

"Why would someone call you an egghead, that's not right. Besides, you seem way to cool to be called such a demeaning name."

"Aw that's sweet Carl. Thank you." She said with a blush. She then seemed to remember something as she put the book back. "Hey Carl, is it okay if we go up to your room for a minute?"

"Um….." Carl began, suddenly getting nervous, imagining where this was going. "Yeah, sure, follow me. Make sure you're quiet."

"Because your family is asleep?"

"Exactly, wow, you have a good memory."

They walked upstairs, being as quiet as they could so that wouldn't wake up Carl's mother or sisters. He felt his way around in the darkness of the hall until his hand landed on his door. He opened it and gestured Tara in. She smiled and walked into the dark bedroom. Once he shut the door behind himself, Carl turned one of his lights on so that the room was lit, but not so bright that anyone would wake up.

"Okay Tara, so, what did you want to talk about?" He turned to see that she had moved to the door and her hand was on the handle. Tara gave Carl a very serious look. Suddenly, Carl went from being nervous, to being somewhat scared.

Click

The door was locked. Now Carl was scared stiff.

"Heh, um….what….what are you doing Tara?" he asked nervously. Tara walked over to him, her violet eyes staring daggers into his own.

"Stop calling me Tara, you know my real name."

Carl's eyes went wide at this.

"Um….I'm sorry, what?"

"You know my name isn't Tara." She said sternly.

"What are you talking about? If you're not Tara, then who are you?"

Tara, or at least the girl who originally went by Tara, gave Carl a slight smile.

"You know who I am, just like I know everything about you."

"Really? You know everything about me?" Carl nodded while laughing, trying to mask the fact that he was scared as hell. "Okay, go ahead and prove it. Tell me a little bit about myself."

Tara smiled and closed her eyes. Carl laughed at this, about to say "I thought so" when she opened her eyes, now brighter than they were before, and began to recite an amount of information that would make a stalker green with envy.

"Your name is Carl Lewis and you are a seventeen year old human. You were born in Buffalo, New York June 7th 1995 and you moved to Wilmont in 1998 because your father needed to follow his job. You have violet eyes, much like me, but here on Earth that is considered abnormal whereas it's normal where I come from. Your favorite food is sausage pizza with a side of barbeque chips."

Carl bit his lip and rocked back and forth anxiously as Tara continued.

"Your favorite type of music is 1980's rock, your favorite band is Rush, your favorite movie is "Inglorious Basterds", and your favorite TV Show is "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic". Also, your favorite character is Twilight Sparkle, and I am quite flattered that you think that. Usually people like Rainbow Dash or Fluttershy the most."

Carl raised an eyebrow, "Why would you be flattered?"

Tara smiled, "You said my voice sounded familiar, correct?" Carl nodded. "Well, close your eyes and listen to me speak and tell me where you know me from."

Carl rolled his eyes as he began to get more annoyed by this girl's antics. Giving in, he closed his eyes and shrugged, "Okay, hit me."

"The reason I had you close your eyes is because you will know who I am if you don't see me now." She began to glow a bright purple, which Carl didn't notice as his eyes were closed tight. He began to realize where he knew her voice from, "My body's a distraction to your mind. Not because of you attraction to it, but because you cannot piece together my voice with how I look. But now that you can only hear me, you'll know who I am."

Taking away the image of Tara's body made another person, rather pony, become associated with her voice.

"But…that can't be….that's not possible."

Carl suddenly slowly opened his eyes in hesitant realization. Once he opened his eyes, however, he realized that not only was it possible, but it was true. Standing in front of him where Tara had been a moment before, was the familiar face of a purple cartoon unicorn that he had watched in secret from everyone, except Ryan and Lisa.

"You recognize me now, don't you?" Twilight Sparkle asked with a smug smile.

At this point, Carl's eyes rolled and he fell to the ground in his room, unconscious. Twilight put her hoof near her mouth in shock. She suddenly became worried.

"Carl!" She ran over to his unconscious body and looked him over. Realizing that he just passed out, she sighed in relief. "I probably should have handled that better."

Okay, that's my sample.

I won't be posting anything new for a while, but I just wanted to see what you guys think.

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