Passion & Ponies

I quickly get up and lean across the desk. “Yep, see all those ads on the right side of the page? Those companies are all paying her money to advertise on her site. And they send her free shit all the time to try on and tell people about.”

Liz clicks through all of the pages and photos, making comments here and there. She stops when she gets to one picture and cocks her head to the side.

“Are you wearing a sparkly t-shirt, skinny jeans and black stilettos in this picture?” she asks.

“Hey, those pants were very slimming and if you’ll look at all the comments, I was told those shoes made my calves look amazing,” I tell her.

She clicks out of the picture and closes her laptop.

“I should probably cut off your balls for talking to me the way you did. I do have a reputation to uphold.”

I slowly back away from the desk and cover my junk with my hands.

Liz gets up from her chair and rounds the desk as I continue to back up. She moves faster and grabs onto my arm, dragging me towards the door.

“Oh, God, what are you going to do to me? You know what? I probably deserve it, just try not to leave any scars on my face. I’d like to continue with my modeling career on the side if Ava ever forgives me. She just got in this great hat that I really think would look stellar on me.”

We walk through the door and she continues to pull me down the hall and around a corner. She doesn’t say a word to me until we get to the opposite end of the building and we’re standing outside of a locked room. Liz pulls a set of keys out of her back pocket and unlocks the door.

“You are to tell NO ONE of this. This room doesn’t exist and this never happened,” she states as she pushes me into the room in front of her. “Tyler, welcome to the mast***ation room.”

It takes everything in me not to sink to my knees on the floor and start weeping.

“It’s real. I knew it. I knew if I wished hard enough and thought about it long enough, it would come true,” I whisper as I stare through the two-way mirror.

I’m so overcome with joy that all I can do is sing. “When you wish upon a dildo…”

“Oh, Jesus God,” Liz mutters as she backs out of the room while I continue to hum.

Dreams really do come true.

Chapter 27 – Friendship is Magic

“Alright, time to stop being a vagina. Get your ass out of bed and take a f**king shower,” Charlotte scolds as she barges in my room.

I stare at her in irritation as she goes digging through my dresser, tossing clothes at me.

“Oh, my God. I can’t wear that shirt with these pants!” I complain.

Charlotte turns around to face me with a smile on her face. “There we go, that’s the Ava I know and love.”

I roll my eyes at her and flop back down on my pillows. I’ve done nothing but mope around the house since Christmas and then it just got worse after the fight with my mom. It’s pathetic. I miss Tyler so f**king much and I want so badly to call him, but I’m sure he hates me. I haven’t heard from him since we fought in the yard. I’m a bitch and I’m never going to change.

“I have some news for you. You’re going to want to sit up for this,” Charlotte informs me, jumping onto the foot of my bed and curling her legs up under her.

“If it has anything to do with the fact that I’ve called off of work the last three days, don’t bother. I’ve already gotten an earful from mom about my responsibilities as an adult,” I tell her.

“Jesus, stop feeling sorry for yourself, ass**le! You know you brought this on yourself, right? All you had to do was sit mom down and be honest with her. You’re good at telling people off and sticking up for others, why is it so hard to do it for yourself?”

I roll over and face the wall, not wanting to look at her while she tells me how much I suck. I already got that memo.

“Well, lucky for you, there’s no need to worry about mom. Tyler took care of it for you.”

I bolt up in bed and kick the covers off. “What? What are you talking about?”

Charlotte smiles and leans back against the wall casually. “Tyler marched into mom’s office this morning and basically told her off. He told her how smart and amazing you are and how your blog is your dream and she should be more understanding of what makes you happy. He actually made mom cry.”

My mouth drops open in shock.

“Why would he do that?” I whisper.

“Because he gets a sick thrill out of seeing her weep like a baby.”

I shake my head in irritation. “Not the crying, dick face. Why would he talk to her for me?”

Charlotte sits forward and tilts her head. “Um, probably because he’s in love with you, moron. He knew you needed a little push in the right direction, so he fought your battle for you.”

Charlotte grabs my cell phone off of my nightstand and thrusts it towards me. “Now, be a good girl, call him and tell him thank you and that you owe him an unlimited amount of blow jobs.”

I start to reach for the phone but then drop my hand. While I am absolutely grateful that he did something like this for me, that still doesn’t solve our other problem.

“Charlotte, I don’t know. I mean, I can handle a lot of things. I HAVE handled a lot of things, but the My Little Pony thing might be pushing it. He may have saved my ass with mom, but that still doesn’t change the fact that this fetish or whatever you want to call it is just plain weird. There’s a thing called BronyCon, Charlotte. BRONYCON. I might have to dress up as a horse and go to this thing every year for the rest of my life. I don’t know if I’m ready for that,” I admit.