Disclaimer: All My Little Ponies, Big Brother Ponies, Bushwoolies, the Moochick and Spike do not belong to me.
A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. I have been working on my finals. I'm still not finished with all I have to do. So, don't be surprised if chapters come slower now.
THESE TWO HEARTS
by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: The Plan
Fizzy could face Buttons whenever they happened to meet. She made up some excuse and winked away before that sinking guilt took hold of her. She still couldn't believe she had lied to her best friend. What else could she say? If she told Buttons how much she truly cared for Steamer, then what would happen? Buttons would tell Steamer. If Steamer didn't feel the same, then things would be awkward and she would loose his friendship-something she valued above almost everything. And if he felt the same...Fizzy couldn't hope for that. Steamer was a friend. And that's how she wanted it to remain.
"Fizzy!" called that heart-wrenching and too familiar voice of Steamer's as he ran up to her. "Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Really?" Fizzy said quietly as she kept walking.
Steamer smiled at her and her heart began thudding hard.
"Nice weather, huh?" Fizzy asked, trying to keep things from being awkward silence.
"Yeah, sure," Steamer agreed with a wry smile. "Is something wrong, Fizzy?"
"Why?" Fizzy asked, looking up at him as they continued to walk.
"You just are acting like you forgot to stop at the water tower," Steamer told her.
Fizzy couldn't help but smile, "I don't know what you're trying to say."
"A steam engine runs on water, you know," Steamer informed. "I just mean that you act like your...depressed or hing
"Why would I be depressed?" Fizzy said, feigning laughter.
"You're just not acting like yourself," Steamer told her. "If there's anythingo to help...I'd like to try. You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Speaking of talking," Fizzy began casually as possible under the circumstancesstrangest conversation with Lofty yesterday. She had just been talking to the bushwoolies and they told her..."
"Why are you avoiding the subject?" Steamer said with confusion.
"Am I?" Fizzy asked nervously.
"Please tell me what's bothering you?" Steamer begged.
Fizzy thought about telling him. Honestly, she was about to tell him. She sure wanted to. She wanted to say that this friendship was more than friendship to her. But then she just pictured him looking embarrassed and saying something about not feeling that way. Fizzy couldn't tell him.
"Steamer," She began sadly, "if there was something I'd tell you."
Fizzy lied again.
"Are you sure?" Steamer asked.
Fizzy nodded.
"OK," Steamer went on, looking as if he felt much better about the subject. "Fizzy, are you going to that Sweetheart Ball thing?"
"Why would I?" Fizzy retorted, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't have a sweetheart."
"Oh, well, I was just..." Steamer stopped mid-sentense and looked Fizzy up and down. Then he nodded as if he suddenly understood something. "Never ind. I guess I'll see you around."
Steamer then walked off. Fizzy stood there and watched after him, wondering what that was all about.
"Fizzy!" called Gusty as she galloped up. "I saw you talking to Steamer. Are you two going to the dance?"
"No," Fizzy said, agitated. "I've been feeling strange lately."
"Strange how?" Gusty asked.
"I don't know," Fizzy moaned, collapsing to the grass. "I just...am not acting like myself."
"It's love, I know it," Gusty insisted. "That's why you should tell Steamer how you feel."
"Keep it down," Fizzy hushed. "I should have never told you."
"Well, that's not very nice," Gusty muttered with offense. "It's not like there's anyone to overhear. Besides, everyone really knows."
"Why do ponies keep making the stupid assumption that Steamer and I are a couple?" Fizzy demanded.
"Because we can all see that you want to be," Gusty told her.
"I just want everyone to stop speculating about Steamer and me," Fizzy said calmly and quietly.
"Well," Gusty began cautiously. "I've got an idea, but I don't want to tell it to you."
"Why, what is it?" Fizzy asked, looking up at her.
"If I tell you, you'll do it," Gusty continued, "and it's a terrible idea."
"What is it?" Fizzy begged.
Gusty bit her lip and thought for a moment. Then went on, "If you really want to know, there's only one way I can think of to make ponies quite thinking of you and Steamer."
"Tell me!" Fizzy practically ordered.
"Go out with somebody else," Gusty shrugged.
Fizzy stared at her for a moment. It was true. If Fizzy showed interest in another big brother, the ponies would quit hasselling her about Steamer. It was brilliant.
"That's perfect!" Fizzy exclaimed.
"That's what I was afraid of," Gusty grumbled.
************
Fizzy was on the hunt. She needed to find a big brother pony. Any one would really do. it was just for one stupid dance, so all the ponies wouldn't be so sure about her and Steamer. When she really thought about it, there was only one big brother that came to mind. And the very thought of a night with him was tedious in itself. A pony's got to do what a pony's got to do.
"4-Speed," Fizzy began shyly as she took slow steps toward where he was tinkering on his truck.
"Oh, hey, Fizzy," 4-Speed greeted, pulling his head out from under the hood. "What's up?"
"I was just wondering," Fizzy took a breath. She had never asked a boy on a date before. "I was wondering if you had a date for the Sweetheart Ball."
4-Speed looked at her in surprise.
"No," he said. "To tell the truth, I hadn't even thought about it."
"Me neither," Fizzy insisted, feeling nervous. "It's just something I had been wondering."
"Did-" 4-Speed began but stopped almost as fast.
Fizzy looked at him.
"Did you want to go?" 4-Speed asked, shrugging.
"With you?" Fizzy retorted with hope.
"Sure," 4-Speed said.
"Yeah, that would be great," Fizzy replied, letting out a relieved sigh.
"OK," 4-Speed said with a smile.
"Good." Fizzy felt suddenly ill.
"You like my truck?" 4-Speed asked, motioning toward it. "Nice, isn't she? She's got a duel quad, a ten inch rear end-"
"Really, it looks bigger than that to me," Fizzy muttered in confusion as she glancing at the truck bed.
"You're a gas, Fizzy," 4-Speed chuckled.
"Thanks, I think," Fizzy shrugged. "I'll see you at the dance."
"OK," 4-Speed nodded to her, then climbed back on the bumper and continued to tinker.
Fizzy walked away, wondering why he always found her comments to funny.
A/N: I'm so sorry this took so long. I have been working on my finals. I'm still not finished with all I have to do. So, don't be surprised if chapters come slower now.
THESE TWO HEARTS
by Lina Shay
Chapter Ten: The Plan
Fizzy could face Buttons whenever they happened to meet. She made up some excuse and winked away before that sinking guilt took hold of her. She still couldn't believe she had lied to her best friend. What else could she say? If she told Buttons how much she truly cared for Steamer, then what would happen? Buttons would tell Steamer. If Steamer didn't feel the same, then things would be awkward and she would loose his friendship-something she valued above almost everything. And if he felt the same...Fizzy couldn't hope for that. Steamer was a friend. And that's how she wanted it to remain.
"Fizzy!" called that heart-wrenching and too familiar voice of Steamer's as he ran up to her. "Hey, I've been looking everywhere for you."
"Really?" Fizzy said quietly as she kept walking.
Steamer smiled at her and her heart began thudding hard.
"Nice weather, huh?" Fizzy asked, trying to keep things from being awkward silence.
"Yeah, sure," Steamer agreed with a wry smile. "Is something wrong, Fizzy?"
"Why?" Fizzy asked, looking up at him as they continued to walk.
"You just are acting like you forgot to stop at the water tower," Steamer told her.
Fizzy couldn't help but smile, "I don't know what you're trying to say."
"A steam engine runs on water, you know," Steamer informed. "I just mean that you act like your...depressed or hing
"Why would I be depressed?" Fizzy said, feigning laughter.
"You're just not acting like yourself," Steamer told her. "If there's anythingo to help...I'd like to try. You know you can talk to me about anything."
"Speaking of talking," Fizzy began casually as possible under the circumstancesstrangest conversation with Lofty yesterday. She had just been talking to the bushwoolies and they told her..."
"Why are you avoiding the subject?" Steamer said with confusion.
"Am I?" Fizzy asked nervously.
"Please tell me what's bothering you?" Steamer begged.
Fizzy thought about telling him. Honestly, she was about to tell him. She sure wanted to. She wanted to say that this friendship was more than friendship to her. But then she just pictured him looking embarrassed and saying something about not feeling that way. Fizzy couldn't tell him.
"Steamer," She began sadly, "if there was something I'd tell you."
Fizzy lied again.
"Are you sure?" Steamer asked.
Fizzy nodded.
"OK," Steamer went on, looking as if he felt much better about the subject. "Fizzy, are you going to that Sweetheart Ball thing?"
"Why would I?" Fizzy retorted, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "I don't have a sweetheart."
"Oh, well, I was just..." Steamer stopped mid-sentense and looked Fizzy up and down. Then he nodded as if he suddenly understood something. "Never ind. I guess I'll see you around."
Steamer then walked off. Fizzy stood there and watched after him, wondering what that was all about.
"Fizzy!" called Gusty as she galloped up. "I saw you talking to Steamer. Are you two going to the dance?"
"No," Fizzy said, agitated. "I've been feeling strange lately."
"Strange how?" Gusty asked.
"I don't know," Fizzy moaned, collapsing to the grass. "I just...am not acting like myself."
"It's love, I know it," Gusty insisted. "That's why you should tell Steamer how you feel."
"Keep it down," Fizzy hushed. "I should have never told you."
"Well, that's not very nice," Gusty muttered with offense. "It's not like there's anyone to overhear. Besides, everyone really knows."
"Why do ponies keep making the stupid assumption that Steamer and I are a couple?" Fizzy demanded.
"Because we can all see that you want to be," Gusty told her.
"I just want everyone to stop speculating about Steamer and me," Fizzy said calmly and quietly.
"Well," Gusty began cautiously. "I've got an idea, but I don't want to tell it to you."
"Why, what is it?" Fizzy asked, looking up at her.
"If I tell you, you'll do it," Gusty continued, "and it's a terrible idea."
"What is it?" Fizzy begged.
Gusty bit her lip and thought for a moment. Then went on, "If you really want to know, there's only one way I can think of to make ponies quite thinking of you and Steamer."
"Tell me!" Fizzy practically ordered.
"Go out with somebody else," Gusty shrugged.
Fizzy stared at her for a moment. It was true. If Fizzy showed interest in another big brother, the ponies would quit hasselling her about Steamer. It was brilliant.
"That's perfect!" Fizzy exclaimed.
"That's what I was afraid of," Gusty grumbled.
************
Fizzy was on the hunt. She needed to find a big brother pony. Any one would really do. it was just for one stupid dance, so all the ponies wouldn't be so sure about her and Steamer. When she really thought about it, there was only one big brother that came to mind. And the very thought of a night with him was tedious in itself. A pony's got to do what a pony's got to do.
"4-Speed," Fizzy began shyly as she took slow steps toward where he was tinkering on his truck.
"Oh, hey, Fizzy," 4-Speed greeted, pulling his head out from under the hood. "What's up?"
"I was just wondering," Fizzy took a breath. She had never asked a boy on a date before. "I was wondering if you had a date for the Sweetheart Ball."
4-Speed looked at her in surprise.
"No," he said. "To tell the truth, I hadn't even thought about it."
"Me neither," Fizzy insisted, feeling nervous. "It's just something I had been wondering."
"Did-" 4-Speed began but stopped almost as fast.
Fizzy looked at him.
"Did you want to go?" 4-Speed asked, shrugging.
"With you?" Fizzy retorted with hope.
"Sure," 4-Speed said.
"Yeah, that would be great," Fizzy replied, letting out a relieved sigh.
"OK," 4-Speed said with a smile.
"Good." Fizzy felt suddenly ill.
"You like my truck?" 4-Speed asked, motioning toward it. "Nice, isn't she? She's got a duel quad, a ten inch rear end-"
"Really, it looks bigger than that to me," Fizzy muttered in confusion as she glancing at the truck bed.
"You're a gas, Fizzy," 4-Speed chuckled.
"Thanks, I think," Fizzy shrugged. "I'll see you at the dance."
"OK," 4-Speed nodded to her, then climbed back on the bumper and continued to tinker.
Fizzy walked away, wondering why he always found her comments to funny.
