*Tick* *Tick* went the faint wispy tings from the wood grandfather clock, its thick oak frame seemly breathing as its golden metal cogs ticked away with a shiny glint of the lamplight. The room was a dim yellow darkness and devoid of noises cept for the tinkered tings of a grandfather clock and mild electrical hum from the tv stand. Alone in a grove between the charcoal leather couch and the leather armchair lay two little Ponies, wrapped in one and other and sealed with the warm embrace of a thick white duck-feather blanket, eyes shut and heads slumbering, seemingly dead to the world.
Button lazily felt life come back to him, his eyelids shuddered as he tried to etch them open in the black and yellow-lit lounge-room, a lot seemed to be blurry, he could feel his lungs filling with stuffed warm air. He could see a window just in front of him indented into the wooden wall, the sky was again a mixed between black, blue and a tinge of ash grey that seemed to be more black than anything. As he started to regain more of his senses he soon realized he was lying on the floor, a feathering white blanket wrapped around him while his rump and shoulder blades dug into the wooden floorboards underneath, he also felt something warm around his chest and arms. It wasn't till he smelt the faint aroma of lavender did he looked down; a mare wrapped in his arms, her head sleepily pressed against the right of his breast. Button soon began to remember his night, it all flooded to him like gold whiskey pouring from a glass bottle, memories of him and Sweetie making love on the couch above them, as if instinctual he gave a little smile to himself then quickly dropped It as "ALL' his senses came back to him. He remembered Scarlet.
"No...No..nonono" he thought to himself, squinting his eyes and leaning his head back in regret, sinking his back into the floor. He lay there silent thinking blankly for 5 minutes, unsure of what to do, it felt like he was waiting for life to pass him by and forget his face. Button felt Sweetie give him an unconscious squeeze, he knew she was about to wake up.
Stretching her legs and nuzzling her tattered mane into Buttons chest, her reddened eyes drunkenly widened and a yawn escaped from her mouth.
She did the same as button gazing around the dimmed room, her eyes looked behind him to the table-stand, then to the chairs then to the blanket that covered her, she slowly looked to what she was lying on, she could see the brown fur and increasingly more thumping chest, hearing buttons heart-beat intensify. Her eyes climbed up to his eyes; a locked gaze, her green emerald eyes were still just as beautiful as ever, button knew her eyes like the back of his hoof, he had stared into them many times and years before, she also knew Button's, his fire coloured irises that shone like a bright sunset, they spoke to her like a soft tune, both knew when the other was hiding a thought...a fear, it swam in them and could only be visible for but a moment, showing only in the eyes, windows to the soul, Sweetie could see what swam within Button...regret.
Sweetie wanted to say 'good morning', to hear him reply with the same, they would lay there and talk till the sun rose and both had to leave for school...but that wasn't what she saw, Sweetie wanted to cry, she did, tearing up without a single word spoken.
Button's long face tightened into strange confusion as she looked away from him, biting her lip, Button knew she knew, he for all his sharp words couldn't lie through his own eyes.
Button sat up without saying a word, his head hung low as he sat there next to sweetie, her body facing away from him and her head wrapped in the same blanket that covered them both.
They both said nothing, no good words could come to their mouth, they just sat there stowing in silence, Button closing his eyes ran his hoof threw his mane, his hair stuck together by last night's sweat.
"Sweetie....I" He stumbled, trying to force words to come out. She shut him off before he could say one sentence.
"Don't say anything Button....just don't" she croaked from under the blanket shroud, her body immobile.
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Button mash : high school life
FanfictionButton has to go back to the troubles of teenage life, which includes patching things up at home, keeping his friends....and trying to make things less awkward between him and his X-Marefriend Sweetie belle in this dark high school life.
