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Applejack absentmindedly stirred a cup of coffee as she watched Big Mac kneading the dough for the top of the pie. "Hey, Mac..."
He glanced at her.
"Have you ever liked somebody?"
He nodded, sitting at the table across from her.
"Well... did your friends like her?"
He shook his head and shrugged.
"Ok, then. What did you do?"
He bit his lip. "I let her go." He drawled. "You know what Granny Smith says, sis. If you love something, let it go. If it doesn't come back..."
"It was never yours." She sighed.
He nodded again.
"Ok, then." She took a sip of tea and bit her lip. "Ok." She repeated.
Mac got up and returned to the dough. "Just don't get hurt, ok?"
She smiled and nodded. "I know."
The back door flew open and Apple Bloom came in, a rather nervous-looking white colt behind her. Applejack sat up straight and blinked, whipping her hat off and putting it on the table. "Oh! Uh... BB. What are you doing here?"
"I did say I'd drop by, didn't I?" He smiled.
"Heh, yeah. You wanna come sit down?" She invited.
"Oh, sure." He sat across from her.
"So, did you come just for me?" She teased.
"I was told there would be pie." He joked.
She laughed. "It's in the process of being made. You can wait a little while, right?"
He nodded.
Apple Bloom popped up in between them and cleared her throat. "So, BB, where are you from? I ain't seen you around Ponyville before."
"Oh, I live up in Canterlot, but I'm thinking of moving out to someplace new. I like Ponyville, it's just..." He gazed off blankly.
"Just what?" Apple Bloom asked.
"Some ponies around here don't really like me." He said, shaking his head.
Applejack realised he probably had no clue that his cover was blown. The question still nagged at her, though, why he was being so nice. Pinkie had announced, much to the dismay of Twilight, Rarity and Rainbow that she was throwing him a party due to this.
'People feel so comfortable at parties!' She'd enthused. 'We'll have more luck getting answers out of him there than trying to straight up interrogate him!'
She felt the need to ask him why he was trying to hide himself, but Apple Bloom obviously hadn't realised who he was, and she really seemed to like him. She didn't want to destroy a budding friendship with a statement like that.
"Aw, poor BB!" Apple Bloom pouted. "You should go talk to Pinkie Pie!"
"Is she the pink pony who works at Sugarcube Corner with an obsession with parties?" One of his eyebrow quirked up slightly.
"Yeah, that's Pinkie." Applejack confirmed.
Big Mac tapped her on the shoulder and nodded towards the living room.
"I'll be back in a second." She smiled.
Blueblood and Apple Bloom didn't even look up from their conversation as it turned to their favourite foods.
She followed her brother out of the kitchen. An soon as the door was shut, he whirled around, an irritated look on his face. "Seriously?!"
"What?" Applejack said defensively.
"Him? Of all the ponies in Equestria- him?!" He glared at the door.
She realised that he had obviously recognised Blueblood but restrained himself for Apple Bloom's sake. "What's wrong with him? You saw for yourself- he's changed! We haven't heard anything of him in a good few months, Mac. How do you know he's so bad still?" She challenged.
He just shook his head. "You finish the pie. I ain't going back in there with him." He said, and walked away.
She sighed and returned to the kitchen to find Blueblood and Apple Bloom in a staring contest. She glanced out the window and spotted a familiar orange filly outside. "Hey, Apple Bloom, there's Scootaloo. You two can go find Sweetie Bell and try for your cutie marks again."
Apple Bloom looked out the window and grinned. "Cool! See ya, BB!" She bounced away out the door and disappeared.
Blueblood laughed, pushing his mane out of his face. "She's a nice kid, Applejack. You're a good sister. By the way, where did your brother go?" He asked.
"He, ah, had to go help Granny Smith with harvesting." She said, sitting across from him at the table. She pondered for a moment, then took a deep breath. "So, how have you been, Blueblood?"