[Satyr] Mumble's sleepover

>Day Sleepover in Equestria.
>Resting your head on your bed, you watch as Mumble sets up her sleeping bag.
>Your mom is at the doorway, ready to turn off the light.
>”I hope you had fun Mumble, I know Timber did.”
>Sighing, you turn around, silently expressing your annoyance.
>”O-Oh, or not... Um, if you aren't one hundred percent sure, we could still put you with the other girls for the night.”
>Mumble looks to your mom, shaking her head.
>”Okay then... you two have a safe, quiet night. If you need anything; Anon, Lyra, or I will be right in the other room.”
“We know, night mom!”
>She squeaks.
>”Night sweetie, make sure not to let the bed bugs bite.”
>The moment Mumble lies down, the light goes off.
>Cast in utter darkness, you feel uncomfortable.
>You get out of bed, walking towards the window and lifting the shade.
>The moon provides a little light, but it's better than nothing.
>You get back in bed, the sound of your sisters' and their friends' squeals and laughs barely making it through the walls.
>Fluffing your pillow, you rest your head.
>”... Timber?”
>You turn back around, facing your friend.
“Yeah Mumble?”
>”... Thanks for inviting me over.”
>Adjusting yourself, you correct her.
“Hope and Ivy invited you to spend the night, not me.”
>”Yeah... but you were okay with letting me sleep in your room.”
>Closing your eyes, you relax.
“Why wouldn't I be?”
>She goes silent, her usual response when she doesn't know what to say.
>Guess you're done for the night.
>Letting your breaths calm, you feel soft, warm... peaceful.


“... Timber?”
>He doesn't respond.
>Must have fallen asleep...
>Rubbing your face, you get out of your sleeping bag and walk to the side of his bed.
>The other girls are still up.
>Looking for a clock, you can barely make out that it's pressing on eleven.
>Sighing you look to Timber.
“I just wanted to say... thanks... for being my friend.”
>Clasping your hands together, you start to rub and fidget with them.
“Everyone thinks I am quiet because I don't like them or I hate them... guess me saying that all the time doesn't help, does it?”
>You make sure he is still sleeping, that his breathing hasn't hanged.
“They're wrong... I'm just... I keep to myself. I think you're the only one who knows this, but you still hang out with me.”
>Letting off a soft chuckle, you smile a bit.
“I wish I was more like my brother... just able to make friends with everyone. I'm not though...”
>You sniffle a bit, looking to your younger friend.
“How pathetic is this? My only real friend is a boy who is as thick as cement and I can't even talk to him about this wile he's awake.”
>Tearing up a bit, you hug yourself.
“I just wish someone would like me for me.”
>The door creaks a bit, causing you to swallow your heart and look to the source.
>Hope is there, alone.
>She walks in and closes the door.
>You stutter a bit, trying to make an excuse for what's going on.
>She shushes you, whispering.
>”Mumble, I didn't hear much of what you said, but you should know that you do have someone who like you for you.”
>She points to Timber, who is still sleeping soundly.
>”Don't worry about being more like your brother, just worry about being more like you. Timber likes you for you, so you're doing something right.”
>You nod, just wanting this embarrassing moment to be over.
>”There is nothing wrong with you, don't let anyone tell you that. Not even yourself.”
>She smiles, hugging you once before sneaking to the door.
>Once outside, you hear Ace yell out.
>”Hope! What's taking so long?”
>”Sorry girls! Can't find the chips!”
>The sound of hoofsteps receding is all that you hear afterwords.
>Looking back to Timber, you think on what Hope said.
>He's been your friend for a long time.
>Always hanging out with you, playing with you...
>You even heard he got into a fight with Garrett because he was making fun of you.
>... Maybe she's right.
>Just a little at least.
>Sighing, you decide it's too late at night to do this kind of deep thinking.
>You are about to head to your sleeping bag when you stop.
“... Thanks Timber.”
>Looking at the pink haired Satyr boy, you lean in and give him a soft kiss, pressing your lips against his.
“For liking me for me.”
>With that, you head towards our sleeping bag, feeling just a bit better about yourself.