"Come on, everypony! Who's ready to shake their groove thang?" Pinkie shouts in the microphone, "Hit it!"

Music emits from the large speakers and Pinkie gets up on her hind legs. I recognise that song! It's the old 'Make a Wish' song from season 4, I think. Pinkie starts to sing. "Get your hooves up, party starting out right now! Everypony everypony get down!"

I push my way through the crowd, before finally making it close to the front of the stage. Pinkie beams with pride as she dances around the stage, doing awesome dance moves on two legs that I sure as hell didn't teach her. When she finishes the song, everyone cheers louder than they already had before, almost sending me deaf.

Pinkie glances down at all the smiling faces, and I can see that she wants to make them happier. So, pulling a rubber chicken out from behind her back, she starts shaking it like a dog. Everyone laughs at the season 8 reference.

A smile cracks across my face. Not a small one, a big one. Probably the biggest smile I've ever made.

Pinkie's eyes trail from one happy face to another, until they land on me. She waves dramatically fast and I wave back. Then she leans in to the microphone and says; "Hey, Mommy!" Directly at me.

Everyone turns to me and I blush profusely. Urgh. People.

Pinkie points at me, "Come up on stage, mom!"

I notice people raising their eyebrows at me, but people start making a pathway for me, so I follow it. I make my way to the very front and climb on, the way you're really not supposed to. I stand up awkwardly next to Pinkie and rub my arm nervously. "This is my mom, and I'd just like to say that if it weren't for her, I wouldn't be here at all today, making each and every one of you smile," Pinkie says sincerely.

Tears well up in my eyes. But these are not sadness tears, they're happy tears.

The crowd goes 'aw' and the presenter comes on stage holding a microphone. "Aw," he comments, "Isn't that sweet. Now, I think the question we're all asking now is, how did you get a real life Pinkie Pie?"

Pinkie looks up at me with confused eyes. "Yeah, mommy, where did I come from?" She asks in a quiet voice so nobody hears.

A cardboard box in an alleyway. But I can't use that answer! That's a horrible answer! So I decide to lie. "Um... being honest, I literally have no idea," I joke. Luckily, people laugh. I turn to Pinkie and kneel down to her height. "We'd better get going," I mutter to her.

"Naw! No way, mom! Please, just three more songs?" Pinkie pleads.

I roll my eyes and chuckle. "Alright," I reply.

"Yay!" Pinkie cries, leaping up and down and around me.

People laugh at how adorable it is, before Pinkie requests another song. I climb back down to watch as she sings the 'Smile Smile Smile' song, 'Giggle at the Ghosties' and 'A Pony Like Pinkie' from season 7.

Pinkie really loves making people happy, I've learned that. But right at that specific moment, I couldn't help but see a twinkle from her flank, then a glimmer started to happen, to reveal a picture with three balloons with curved strings, a yellow one in the middle and two blue ones outside. Oh my gosh. Pinkie has gotten her cutie mark! I'm so proud, and Pinkie will be bouncing off the walls when she finds out.

It's getting dark now, so Pinkie and I head out to the parking lot to get into the car and drive home. The frosty night air hits us as we walk out the sliding doors and I shiver a little bit. Pinkie bounces to the car, recounting everything that had happened that day. So apparently, they were waiting at the Derpy stall, but then Pinkie wandered off and miraculously found backstage, and then they squeezed Pinkie in as a final act.

"And then I saw you in the crowd and told you to come up on the stage and you did!" Pinkie says quickly, her well annunciated sentences still amaze me.

I giggle and roll my eyes. "Yes, Pinkie, I know. I was there," I say, before slowing my pace, "And do you know what I also saw?"

Pinkie looks up at me quizzically. "No, what?"

"Look at your flank," I hint.

Pinkie does as I say and gasps loudly. "I GOT MY FREAKING CUTIE MARK!" She screams in delight, "I GOT A BALLOON TATTOO!"

I laugh as she rockets up into the sky, leaving a faint pink trail behind, before ascending lightly down back onto the tarmac. We reach the car, Pinkie exclaiming how much she loves her new cutie mark and how she'd show it to everypony else she meets.

I begin to unlock the car, before Pinkie stops. "Where's Josh?" She asks suddenly.

I stiffen up. What do I tell her? That he saw me and another man kissing? That's awful!

I gulp. "Uh... he, uh... went home. Caught the bus, I think he said," I mumble. I seem to be lying to Pinkie a lot today. I feel terrible for it, but one more white lie wouldn't hurt, would it?

Pinkie nods and takes my word for it. I open the back door for her and throw my backpack in the backseat next to her. She closes the back door a I open the front one and slump down in the driver's seat. I don't know why, but I'm just feeling... sad. I mean, why should I be? I've got Pinkie Pie!

But will I always have her? I hope so. I really do. She's changed me so much, more than I could ever imagine.

I look down on the dashboard and see Josh's iPod sitting there. He must have left it in here. Damn. Do I return it? Actually, what should I do about the whole... kissing another guy thing? I guess Josh could at least hear me out. But what if he tells someone about Pinkie? I mean, lots of people already know, but still.

I pick up the iPod and slip it into my jeans pocket.

I start the engine and drive off back home with Pinkie rambling on about something I'm only half listening. A part of that is because I'm really tired, another part is that I need to concentrate on driving.

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After about a two hour's drive, we make it back home and I pull into the driveway. I check my phone, it's 10:48pm. Pinkie has dozed off in the back. That little pony has had one hell of a day. I get out of the front seat and scoop the pony up, cradling the heavy equine in my arms carefully and opening the front door of my hold house. I direct my car keys to the car, pressing a button that automatically locks the car. It makes a whistling noise.

I lock the front door and flick the lights on in the hallway. I carry Pinkie up to her bedroom and place her in her bed. Leaning down, I kiss her forehead and stroke her hair. It seems a little weird, but I don't care. "Goodnight, Pinkie," I whisper, "I love you, you little rascal!"

With that, I get up quietly, turn the lights off and close the door silently, before heading downstairs and into the kitchen. Lazily, I open the fridge and find some old KFC from the night before. Microwaved leftovers it is.

A few minutes later, I have finished devouring the chicken in the box and sit back in my chair. I feel a lump in my pocket and pull out Josh's iPod. Oh right. Should I go now, or...?

I think I'll go now, he only lives down the street. Hopefully he's awake at... 11:15 at night.

I pull on a faux leather jacket and lock the house up again, before clutching the iPod in my hands and rubbing it with my fingers for good luck. I jog down the street, which is dimly lit by the odd street lamp, making me feel a bit vulnerable right now.

I reach Josh's house, walking up the cement path and stepping onto the creaky wooden porch. I knock extra hard on the green, flaky wooden door, just in case he's not awake. After about a minute or so, I knock again, just a bit louder and a very tired looking Josh opens the door wide. He's wearing a singlet and pajama pants, his eyes look like they've been crying.

"Who is it?" He murmurs, his speech slurred until he looks me up and down and straightens his posture, glaring angrily at me. "Oh, it's you," he says bluntly.

"Look, Josh, I am so, so sorry. I swear, I didn't want to kiss him-" I start, but Josh interrupts me.

"Then what did you want?"

"I wanted to get away from him!" I reply.

"That's not what I saw. You're lying, you've got to be," Josh growls, "You were practically throwing yourself at him!"

"Josh, please, I swear-" I begin.

"You swear? You swear what? That you're not like Holly?" Josh begins to raise his voice little and I wince at every word. He was talking about Carrot, wasn't he? "You know how sensitive I am about cheating! I dumped a cheating hoe bag to be with a two faced liar!" Josh says harshly. "It's a dog act."

I feel myself go numb. "How could you... why would you...?" I wail, not even caring that tears were pouring out of my eyes so I couldn't see clearly.

"Why would I do this to you? Are you fucking kidding me? How could you kiss another guy?! You are so unbelievable!" Josh cries, his voice breaking as he breaks down and starts to weep right in front of me, covering his face so I can't see the tears.

"Josh... I-I'm sorry..." I manage to squeak out after a while, reaching out to put my hand on his shoulder but he flinches away.

There is a long silence, the tension so thick in the air that I swear you could taste it.

"Well, sorry isn't going to change what happened," Josh mutters blankly at the ground.

"What's happened to you?" I find the courage to ask incredulously, "What's happened to the Josh I know? The Josh who would always hear me out?"

Josh purses his lips and breathes heavily through his nose. "He's right here."

"Really? Because I don't see him," I say, my voice breaking. "I'm not the only one who's two faced, you know," I hiss, "You know, I don't get you. At one point, you're all calm and collected, but the next, you're a touchy jerk!"

Josh glares angrily at me and says between clenched teeth, "Look, I'm sorry for yelling at you, okay? I shouldn't have said... what I did. Why'd you even come here?"

I grab his iPod from my pocket and throw it down in front of him, making a crack the screen. "I was going to return this, but clearly you don't want it. That and an explanation for what happened! This isn't like you, Josh. I... I want to love you, but I just... I just can't any more! If you are just going to yell at me every time you're upset, then I can't!" I cry.

"Look, I can't do this any more. I don't want to hurt you, so just... just go away," Josh whimpers through tears.

With that, he slams the door in my face. I scream and kick the angrily. I pause, then turn and dash down the pathway. I can't take this shit.

I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I HATE YOU! I hate you, Josh! I don't want to hate you, but I do. All this time I thought he would be with me forever, but it just goes to show you how people won't always be there. Did those, what, seven or so years not matter to him at all? The New Year's kiss? The goo fight? The fashion show? Pinkie's birthday party?

I don't know. But they meant a lot to me. So I just run, my sneakers slapping the pavement angrily. I run for as long as I possibly can, running towards where I know I will feel close to the one I lost all those years ago. I need him. I know he might be angry at me for loving someone else, but I've never forgotten him.

I have an awful cramp in my stomach, but I'm running anyway. I run into the park, into the woods and beyond it, the twigs scratching at my face but I don't care.

I climb the old tree with the steps and up to Mark's treehouse. I stand out on the wooden platform and stare sadly at the lake, the glistening water reflecting the large, white, full moon above. My chest shakes uncontrollably as I grab one of our old sleeping bags and sob hard into it. My legs suddenly wobble and my knees buckle. I drop onto the creaky wooden boards and prop myself up. "I've lost you," I whimper into the sleeping bag, "I lost you, I lost you, I lost you. And now I've lost someone else as well. Mark... I..."

I look up at the stars for guidance, just wish, hoping, praying that maybe there is a God, and maybe one of his angels are looking down on me. Maybe Mark is looking down at me.

"Please forgive me," I whisper to the stars. "...Please."

I sit there for hours, just crying and crying and crying until I couldn't cry anymore, just desperately wanting for everything to be okay again. I want to go back to a time where everyone loved each other, when there was no hate and everyone understood each other.

I shuffle myself towards the tree trunk supporting the whole treehouse and brush my fingers past the pencil drawings that Mark and I used to do together. Suddenly, my finger accidentally knocks a picture of two wolves off the tree and it flutters down to the boards. I pick it up, and just as I'm about to put it back, I notice writing on the other side. I begin to read it.

To my love,

I'm scared. I'll never admit that to anyone else. But I'm scared. I'm scared about losing you.

I'm scared about what you might do to yourself when I'm gone. So babe, please don't be sad.

I know I'm going to die, but I beg of you, please, I hope you do move on eventually. When I die, and when everyone else dies around me, it will as though I never existed.

I won't be remembered as somebody big, somebody great. But I will always want to be remembered by having the greatest honour of having the title of your boyfriend.

Whoever the lucky guy is, I promise I will never be jealous ;). And if he doesn't treat you right? Well, he doesn't deserve someone like you.

I love you, as always.

-Mark

I scrunch my eyes up, trying to force all my fresh tears out. I really did love him. But I also loved Josh. I still love him, despite what he's said. I shouldn't, he doesn't deserve me if he's gonna call me that.

With shaky hands, I kiss the writing that says 'Mark' and pin the picture back up on the tree.

I try to get up, but my legs are numb and shaky. "I always feel closest to you here," I smile sadly, looking up at the wispy white clouds sweeping over the sky.

It's pretty late. Pinkie's probably asleep.

I guess I'm camping out here tonight.

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；＿；Dem feels.

I told you Mark was an important guy to remember. If you didn't understand, the letter was from Mark that he wrote about a week or so before he died. The woman never found the letter until many years later, which made her feel a little bit better about the break up. 😖

This was supposed to mess with your feels, but I don't think it did to mine. My feels are strong! 💪 And I'm not good at writing sad stuff.

Yes, the protagonist and Josh broke up. Don't kill me!

😩 Only a few more chapters left. I'll miss this so bad! But it had to be completed. Also, don't forget to thank me for updating so quickly. I missed a party for this.... Actually, I wasn't invited...

Thanks for reading!

Stay happy.

~ilovepinkiepie