Cheerilee Has Tourettes
Note: Onto the seventh chapter!
Twilight's house, 8:36 pm.
Twilight was pacing back and forth along the row of pony guests. "Yes. Apparently the Toilet Breaking Bandit is crafty. So far, he was known for two burglaries including this one. Only thing, he didn't steal anything. Only thing he stole was our trust in each other. I'm sorry every pony but... every pony here is a suspect." Twilight looked at her guests, "The number of guests are too high and we might never figure it out... So going over the clues..."
"Snips did it." Sweetie Belle came out.
"DRAT!" Snips tried to make a break for it only to get punched in the face by Dash. He fell backwards, Dash sat on top of him and started punching him over and over again demanding answers why.
"WHY DID YOU DO IT YOU BASTARD?" Dash punched Snips again.
"Ow!" Snips cried.
"TELL ME!" Dash screamed.
"RAINBOW DASH NO!" Twilight shouted.
"RAINBOW DASH YES!" Scootaloo shouted.
Snips was arrested that night. Then police brutality happened. Then he was finally taken down to the precinct. He was put into a cell where he sat next to a row of mean looking ponies. Starting from the biggest; Bubba, medium Bubba, Bubba junior, the criminal formally known as Bubba, little Bubba, diet Bubba, Bubba Cola, and Bubbles. Snips didn't have a good feeling about Bubbles. The following week he had over five hundred hours of community service but still had to attend school. Tough shit on Cheerilee's part.
The night was still young. The party was just let out and ponies apologizing for Twilight's bathroom. Cheerilee was wandering around the shopping area until she noticed the Apple family passing her. Apple Bloom and Apple Jack bid farewell, Big Macintosh on the other hand slowly walked along side of Cheerilee. "Mighty fine night out huh?" He asked.
"Mmm... yeah if you don't count my student getting beaten." Cheerilee mumbled.
"Mind if I walk ya home?" He asked.
"Well..." She pondered, "I'm not exactly heading for home right now. Figured I just stroll around the shopping district a little while."
"Alright." He nibbled on a piece of straw, "Mind if I join ya? Hate to see a lady wander alone on a night like this."
Cheerilee blushed a bit, "I guess."
"Great." He nibbled a bit more, "Where ya feel like going?"
She let out a small laugh, "Oh just to the stands that are still open."
"Sounds like a plan then." Big Mac chuckled.
Unfortunately when they got there all the stands were closed.
"AH FUCK!" Cheerilee swore.
"Yup." Mac nibbled.
"Sorry for bringing you out here Macintosh. Sometimes this is just a stress reliever for myself." Cheerilee admitted.
"Nuttin wrong with that." Mac smiled. "Sometimes I go for walks too as well to clear my head."
"What for?" She asked.
"Oh..." He pondered, "Sometimes Apple Jack can be too demanding and it drives me up the wall once she gets her way." He mumbled, "Or when Apple Bloom whines about her cutie mark."
"Time and time again I tell her that it will come in. And time and time again she doesn't listen." Cheerilee rolled her eyes.
Mac just had to laugh at that, "She just doesn't get it."
After some more wandering around doing jack shit. They ventured back to Cheerilee's house. She invited him in for coffee though Big Mac didn't know what that meant. Coffee this late at night? He asked if tea was an option. Cheerilee shifted her shoulders and went with it. Big Mac sat on the couch waiting for his tea. In the meantime he flipped through the channels until he noticed a guitar next to the TV. He got up from the couch and picked it up, "Pretty 80's..." He saw that it was a shiny blue with a few stickers on it. A smile formed on his face as he sat back down on the couch and started playing with a few strings at a time. And started to sing...
There was a mushroom...
A sad little mushroom...
There was a meadow...
Ready to cry...
There was a sparrow...
Gray little sparrow...
Then there was an eagle...
Silent and high...
And then the lord said...
Laugh children laugh
Laugh children laugh
Laugh children laugh
At this point the tea was ready. Cheerilee poured the tea into the cups and brought them into the living room to hear Big Mac play a song. Nothing she really heard of.
And the lord said
I created for you
A world from out of the blue
A world you can have with joy
"Here's your tea." Cheerilee smiled.
"Why thank you." Big Mac continued his little song for a bit longer. He finished playing and set the blue guitar next to the couch. "Mighty fine guitar you have there."
Cheerilee blushed, "Yeah it belonged to some pony that I idolized back then. He was about to throw it out but gave it to me." She smiled, "That was one of the best days of my life."
"And the others?" He asked.
"Becoming a teacher." She gave a weak smile.
Big Mac smirked, "Um. How's that tourettes thing going?"
Cheerilee saddened by this question, "It's like trying to hold in a sneeze. Can't really tell when it's going to happen."
"Oh..." Big Mac was trying to come up with something encouraging to say. "Seems like you do it when during conversation though."
"Again..." She sighed, "It's random. Sometimes I shout out of nowhere with no warning."
"So how has every pony been treating you?" Big Mac then took a sip of his tea.
She sighed, "Sometimes I think they are only pretending to understand it. But I know they don't want me around except for a few ponies."
Big Mac shook his head, "I disagree."
"No." Cheerilee said, "Because of this. I can't even look at my students in the eye anymore. I swear, swear, swear. And their fragile little ears are learning this foul stuff." She sniffed sadly, "Sometimes I think about just packing up and leaving."
Big Mac put down his tea onto the coffee table resulting in a huge clank, "Now... hold on there Miss Cheerilee. That's not true."
"Why not?" She asked quietly to herself.
"I'd be lying if I wasn't but... foul words don't hurt kids. It's just how its used." Big Mac said confidently, "My grandpa used to swear all the time and I turned out fine."
"PISS!" Cheerilee shouted. She covered her mouth in embarrassment.
"Cheerilee?" Mac asked.
"FUCKING BULLSHIT!" She shouted at him. "PIECE OF SHIT!"
"Was that the tourettes or was that you trying to tell me to piss off?" Mac raised an eyebrow.
Cheerilee shook her her head. She sniffed, she was crying again. "I...think you better go."
Mac sighed, "Alright... I can take the hint. You want to wallow in your sorrows huh?"
Cheerilee didn't answer. "Just... please go. I just want to sit here alone."
Mac stood up, "Before I go... I just want to say something else."
Cheerilee's stained face looked up at him.
He wasn't happy, more likely disappointed. "You're not going to believe this but... I used to have a tiny crush on you." This sharpened her attention. "Before you taught my little sister I would often go to the malt shop after my chores were done just to catch a glimpse of you. You were always so cheery with your past students. And I thought. That teacher, is teacher of the year material right there. Probably one of the best teachers out there." He gave a weak smile, "And you continued your career for a few more years and the more the students and parents admired you for your talents. It just seemed like a privilege once I heard my baby sister Apple Bloom got to be in your class. That was great." He smiled, "Knowing you wanted to be a teacher when you were younger. When it was time for you to be your own pony, you took on the world and you did. But somewhere down the line you changed..."
Cheerilee just kept shouting cuss worlds. Still tears strolled down her cheeks.
"You stopped being you. You let this tourettes thing stick a finger in your face and tell you you're no good. And when things got hard, you started shoving ponies away so you can cry yourself to sleep hoping that this might be a bad dream."
"It's not that..." She grunted. "SUCK MY ASS!"
"Let me tell you something... The world isn't always sunshine and rainbows. It's a very mean and nasty place." Mac's voice started to pitch higher, "And it doesn't care how tough you it will beat you to your knees and keep you there if you let it. You, me, or no pony is going to hit harder than life. But it's not how hard you hit, it's about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward." He shook his head and continued, "How much you can take and keep going forward. THAT'S HOW WINNING IS DONE!"
"What does this have to do with anything?" She whined. She grunted, "BITCH!"
"Now Cheerilee if you know what you're worth, now go out what you're worth. But you got to be willing to take the hits. And not pointing hooves at every pony thinking they feel bad for you." He threw his arms around in the air. "Cowards do that and that ain't you! YOU'RE BETTER THAN THAT!"
Silence hit the room for another thirty seconds. Big Mac wasn't feeling easy, Cheerilee only cried harder.
"Now matter what happens..." He slowly shook his head, "Your a teacher. You're the best thing in my little sister's life. The one thing she can turn to if her family and friends weren't there. But until you start believing yourself... you're not going to have a life." He took a deep breath, "I'm sorry... where's your bathroom?"
Cheerilee nodded and held her hoof to the direction where it was located. Mac excused himself and did his business. She looked at her blue guitar, the thing that brought her happiness in her younger years. Big Mac played it very well, but truthfully she was an amateur with it. Her younger years were devoted to listening to music, hanging out with friends and did whatever a teenage girl did back then. But then responsibility took over and she strived to be a teacher. Ever since the tourettes, she thought every pony in the town was just being nice to her and not knowing of her condition fully to understand it. Still a smile was on their faces most of the time.
She pulled the guitar close to herself and started playing a little tune to herself.
In this house... I get so cold... and lonely...
Lying there, awake at night, muttering if only...
If you weren't angry, So I might ask you...
To bunk with me tonight...
Bunk with me tonight, oh bunk with me tonight.
I'm asking, will you bunk with me tonight...
Slowly, she heard a clopping sound. Calm, yet not angry. She looked up to see Big Mac smiling back down at her. She played some more strings...
Will you bunk with me tonight?
Mac only nodded in approval. Somehow he knew that Cheerilee might have found a new inner strength within herself. He nudged his snout with hers. He enjoyed it, and truthfully she did too.
nah just kidding.
to be continued... if you want...
note: well, I thought about ending this soon and not sure if I should end it there. But it made more sense to do so. I apologize to some people that the story got derailed because of the bandit sub plot but it had to build up to somewhere. And I thought it would of been cute to give Cheerilee a boost of confidence and a reason to keep teaching instead of secretly trying to quit. Oh well. Be on the look out for my new stories, "A Strange Adventure: Big Mac the Bounty Hunter". Pretty crude stuff in there too. Big Mac's song is from The Giant Gila Monster while Cheerilee's was a Simpsons's song, Bunk With Me. I think that's what it was called. Plus Big Mac's speech, ripped from Rocky Balboa's. Obvious wasn't it?