The Day My Life Continued

Chapter Ten

The next day, I quickly awoke to the sound of my phone blasting the alarm. The room smelled like old sock and worse is I think that's the best it's smelled in years. The bed was lumpy but I got over it. I was in my jacket and jeans from the night before, apparently I had been too emotionally wrecked to change.

Cookie was off on a pillow beside me, she was asleep and looked cute as ever. She was snuggling up onto her front paws. She was a little upset after the whole ordeal, but she felt better once I gave her the pillow and rubbed behind her ears.

I hopped out of bed, walking to my purse hanging on a chair and pulling out a bright yellow hair tie. Carefully taking out the blue one I currently had on, I placed the yellow one so it would be a ponytail.

Taking care of my outfit so it wouldn't look like I slept in it took all of ten minutes. This outfit was perfect for repeated wears, and I felt so jealous of my alternate self in this universe.

Carefully picking up Cookie, I placed her in my purse. The kitten protested lightly. "Hey, I got you a kitty toy." I encouraged.

The kitten looked ready to hiss, until I held up the small robot mouse toy I bought last night. Her eyes went wide, instantly lashing out at the toy. I threw it into the bag, Cookie running behind it.

That, and all the other random things inside, should keep her entertained until lunchtime. I didn't want to get caught with a cat on school grounds and be kicked out, especially when they found out I wasn't a student.

I walked out of the motel room, making sure the door shut behind me. This hadn't been my first time using a motel room for one night stays, which Darcy always found sad because I never used them for one night stands.

"Hey." A familiar voice greeted.

I paused, turning to the voice with hesitation. It was this world's version of Bumblebee. It seemed like him at least; golden yellow skin, black hair in a blown back look, a black shirt with his cutiemark in silhouette, a real leather jacket worthy of a biker, and black pants. His eyes were still that familiar shade of gold, but something was off about them.

Not just that this was a completely different person (also, that he was a person and not a pony) but there was something else there. It was like a whole other layer over his eyes. I had seen that kind of thing before, but couldn't for the life of me figure out where.

Bumblebee the human smirked at me, leaning against the wall of the motel. I feel like the whole thing would only be made more cliche if he had been wearing those wire sunglasses you see in the movies. Oh, you're laughing? Try to remember where I am right now. Equestria Girls the movie.

"Hey." I said back, gripping the strap on my bag. My nervous ticks and I.

He scanned the parking lot, as if trying not to look at me. His face turned a polite serious. "Haven't seen you around before."

"New in town." I replied. "Needed a place for the night and motels are cheap." I looked him over, then checked our surroundings. It was like an Equestrian version of Motel 6. Not bad, but not good either. "Why do you wanna know?"

Bumblebee the human pushed himself off the wall, walking a bit closer to me. He pushed his hands into his pockets. "I'm in the business of noticing new faces." His smirk came back. "Especially the pretty ones. Got a name to go with it?"

'Do I actually know what my Bumblebee does?' I thought. 'Also, does the flirting mean that every Bumblebee wants to date me, or that he's just a giant flirt?' "Raspberry."

"That's a fake." Bumblebee the human said. I quirked my brow. He noticed the name, but mine didn't? "This business, we notice fakes."

"And call them out on it?" I questioned, finding myself smiling. "What if you call them out and then they shoot you in the face?"