Under an apple tree- This is dedicated to my twin sister who is obsessed with MLP, I, frankly don't watch it as much but since she begged… I do not own MLP or their characters. Also this is a humanoid ONE-SHOT, so yeah, they're not ponies XD

The silence was broad in the night air. Constellations shined the pathways to her house and the moon was the only luminosity of light which was constantly interrupted by dark clouds. And the silence was broad in the night hair.

Twilight Sparkle felt the need to say something. "Thanks," her words were awkwardly pronounced as she addressed Mac, "for walking me to my house." He nodded and her grip constricted around the notes she gathered from Apple Jack for the recipe book she was writing. It had been a rough two months collecting as much information on apples and recipes for this project she had in mind and today was the last day so she had to stay until late at night. Even though she insisted that she could make it to her house alone Apple Jack persisted to have someone take her there. And so there she was gracelessly being walked by someone's brother as if she was a small child when it was clear that both of them would rather be anywhere but there.

"You didn't have to do this," she pressed feeling the urge to amend the moment. "I mean, I told Apple jack that I could handle myself. And I can. This was unnecessary. I'm sorry."

Mac had both of his hands on his pocket as he shook his head. "No prob."
Twilight sighed not sure if she was satisfied or if she was dissatisfied. His lack of reply was alarming and unbearably uncomfortable.

"You don't talk that much do you?" she still felt the necessity of keeping a hallow conversation; it was the last thing she could do to make this instant easeful.

"Eyup." Was his only reply.

She felt her mind contradict around this simply word and she fought the twitch that came to her eyes. She didn't want to sigh again because then it would be very obvious that she was plenty annoyed with his lack of social skills.

"If only Spike were here." She mumbled as she let the pleasure of rolling her eyes take over.

"Huh?" He turned to her confused and she blushed with embarrassment. Oh, great Twilight you let him heard you.

She blinked several times begging her brain to come up with something. "If only Spike were here to… carry my… notes?" She knew that not even Discord the lord of Chaos and Lying would believe her.

Without a word, not like he would ever speak, he gently snatched the notes from her hands making her flinch for not seeing this coming. Oh, great Twilight not only is he's taking you to your house but your also making him bring your notes like a pack mule let alone the fact that you're making a complete fool out of yourself.

"You don't- uh- have to do that." She tripped with her words.

He shook his head. "Nope."

Twilight looked up at the stars hoping one would fall so she could wish herself out of there. How much further?

"Thanks?" she said unsure, not quite certain of what to do not that it was clear before.

Macintosh only nodded and she bit her lips trying to contain the oddly sensation of anger that she felt towards him. It was illogical and yet when she reasoned with herself it made sense. Yet he didn't. It made her librarian head hurt. All she wanted was to get to her home. How much further?

When he started whistling she felt as though she was a ticking bomb and she was about to explode.

"Why don't you talk?" she asked her voice sounding irritated as she turned to him raising an eyebrow.

He opened his mouth then shut it. She was about to complaint about this when she heard it. The rustling of small rockets hitting the earth. The dark clouds no longer interrupting the moon because they erupted into rain. Oh, great Twilight now is raining.

Before she knew it Mac was stirring her under and apple tree nearby as from behind the downpour started to race towards them. It took second before the water started to hit the ground around them.

The agitation made her catch her breath as she leaned at the tree trunk trying to steady her pulse. The agitating from all of it made her realize what she had done though she wasn't about to take her words back because she meant it.

Instead she tried to correct what she had done. "Thanks."

He nodded again and for the first time she noticed that he was out of breath too.

Twilight shifted her gaze to the rain, amazed at how the thickness of the tree prevented them from getting wet. She might include that in the book.

"I was actually trying to save the notes."

It took her a moment for her to realize it was him who had spoken.

"Uh," she said dumbfounded, realizing for the first time that she had resume to his form of speech. "Uh- I thought you were saving me?" She tried to stiffly laugh at how incredulous she sounded.

His smile was sheepish. "You too."

She looked away trying to hide her blush, which she was sure was burning bright under the night.

A few awkward moments passed before she tried to fill the quietness. "Eyup."

When he started laughing her heart stopped for a second as she tried to scribe this to her memory because she knew that she would beat herself if she forgot. After she gulped her freezing state she joined in on the laugh which had died as quickly as she intervened.

She stopped as he looked bemused at her, as if trying to decide something. She opted for what she did best, glancing away. Running away from her problems. Oh, great Twilight now you look like a dork!

She guessed he had stopped gazing upon her because the silence dragged on. She felt a sensation of jolting as far away from here but she couldn't. It ached her not knowing what to do more when she always knew.

Maybe five or ten minutes passed and she decided to say something. "I think we should move on. I, mean, the rain isn't stopping. Well, be out here all night."

Twilight didn't turn as she heard shuffling but then she jumped as she saw her notes being held in front of her face. Not knowing what else to do she took them. That's when she saw him shrugging out of his jacket and holding it up above her head. Without her knowing he started to stir her again but this time into the rain.

"Oh. My. Celestia. What are you doing?" she asked as she heard the rain drops hit and trickle at his jacket while he got wet.

He shook his head as he started to jog-run to the unclear horizon up ahead. "No prob."

She swallowed glad that he was to focused on guiding her then staring at her because she knew she most have look like a dumb-butt. While her feet were pacing on the same level as Mac her nose was working on his smell. Which surprisingly didn't smell like apples- well, it kind of did but not at the same time. She tried not to melt. Oh, great Twilight he has his own scent try not to drool. But then she was aware that his broad chest made contact with her sides every which time. Oh, great Twilight try not to faint.

She didn't know how they got to her home but they did and only when she saw her door was she snapped back to where she was. And her surrounding and the fact that Mac was gasping as he rested his arms on his knees while he tried to breath.

"Are you okay?" she asked a bit too bewildered.

His blond hair was stuck to his forehead by the rain as he looked up. "Eyup."

"Are you sure?" she sounded too concerned.

That sheepish smile again. "Eyup."

After a moment he stood and opened her door. She blushed yet again because not only was she staring too long but he had noticed and hinted as he opened the door. Oh, great Twilight can you act more stupid.

She clumsy handed his jacket back which had hung at her shoulders, he took it nodding as always. She was halfway inside and he was going to begging his race back home when she said "Macintosh?"

He turned around his face expecting any order.

She bit her lip as she poked her head inside as she snatched Spike's umbrella. She threw it to him. He caught it confused. "I thought you might use it."

He grinned as he opened it and stepped into the rain.

She was closing her door when she heard her name being pronounced by a thick accent. "Twilight?"

She stuck her head outside to watch as Mac stood straight under the pouring rain, one hand on his pocket. He was looking down but when he addressed her his eyes snapped and locked to hers. "I, usually, don't talk when I'm nervous."

Like that he turned on his heels and started walking away. She closed the door slowly.

The end