Helping a friend is a noble cause, of course. But sometimes noble deeds turned out to be too boring, and Applebloom's teeth began to grit.
- Sweetie Belle! I beg you, "trying not to move, she held out nervously, while Sweetie Belle ran around her like a bindweed, clinging and unhooking sharp pins here and there. - Faster ...
Sweetie Belle froze. Slowly she got up, folded the thin arms on her chest, frowned, blew off the fluffy lock of hair from her nose and lifted one - one! - finger. Applebloom already had time to scold herself - when Sweetie Belle did so, it meant one thing: a long tirade in the tone of a primary school teacher, who explains to silly first-graders that the word "friendship" is written through "w".
- I can't be quick, Applebloom! Sweetie Belle held out high and carefully adjusted her red glasses. - If I hurry now, when there is only a hint, the error will move to the next stages of work and the outfit will be hopelessly spoiled! And I want you to look amazing at a Christmas party ...
Applebloom grunted loudly and reached out to scratch her cheek, but Sweetie Belle briskly slapped her palms and forced her back to her original position.
"Well, why do I need a dress if I still don't wear them?" And I'll come to the party only for you, and even for a couple of hours - I don't have time to hang out with classmates, Applejack needs help with the festive table ...
Sweetie Belle curled her lips and, tapping with heels, walked around Applebloom from behind. She pressed her soft chest against her strong shoulder, again began to measure something with a centimeter tape and answered a little displeased:
- Firstly, this is not a dress, but a tunic. Secondly, I still think that sometimes you can be late for a family evening. And thirdly, "and then her voice trembled treacherously," Applebloom, this is my first tunic! " What if I sew it wrong? She added drama with a quiet sob, instantly turning into a dying queen of style. - How can I continue my career as a fashion designer, which has not yet begun? .. How will I ...
Her voice died down and she laid a hand on her forehead, sighing heavily. Applebloom really wanted to roll my eyes, but Sweetie Belle ... Sweetie Belle would only have diverged from this. And then - would be upset.
And least of all in the world, Applebloom wanted to upset Sweetie Belle.
"Well ... Well, what are you ..." Applebloom murmured bewilderedly, gently extending her hand to her, but Sweetie Belle silently - and with her eyes closed! - returned her limb to its original position. - You will become a great fashion designer ...
- If I can't sew a tunic, which of me will be a fashion designer, Applebloom? - Sweetie Belle's lips trembled, a little shiny from a moist balm. Thin, neat, beautiful.
She smoothly moved to the other side, immediately bending over the edge ... "tunics". She turned up the fabric, pinned it with a pin, and, bent over in three deaths, crawled under Applebloom's arm, gradually adjusting the basting.
Applebloom was not even sure that this process was called a basting, but she was afraid to ask Sweetie Belle.
She looked in the mirror, which hung in a couple of steps, on the wall. Tall, from ceiling to floor, it reflected Applebloom from head to toe, but how ... Exactly! .. She even saw freckles on her cheeks. And also - that the tunic was already beautiful, well, nowhere is more beautiful.
"Just ..." she added quietly, feeling Sweetie Belle's cold, thin fingers stroke her leg, hooking the edge of the light green cloth. - I just thought that we would spend it differently ... This night.
"Applebloom, honey, we are adults, it's time to do business!" We can't kiss and watch that movie all night ... About the cowboys ... - Her voice became barely audible, as if she was afraid that Sweet Belle, sleeping in the next room, would hear. "It's just nonsense, a cowboy and a cowboy, how could it be! .." she wailed.
Applebloom frowned.
- Well. We can. And the film turned out to be gay, because you chose it.
"Applebloom, you asked for something about cowboys, and in the reviews for this film it was written that this is a story of beautiful true love!" Sweetie Belle threw up her hands, staring sternly at her over the scarlet rim. "Who knew what it was!" I just wanted to find something that both of us would like!
- Pf, well, then do not be indignant then.
Sweetie Belle pouted like a fluffy cat and continued to pin unsuccessful places with pins. She made Applebloom raise her arms and legs, looked at something in her notebook and compared it with what came out - except that she asked Applebloom to stand on her head, and thanks for that. And Applebloom was ready, in fact.
- It. Not. That, "she finally summed up the verdict and turned pale," is more than usual. " Her legs trembled; she swayed, and then took a couple of small steps to her ottoman near the mirror with a dressing table, falling heavily and picturesquely into the soft embrace of the bag.
- Well, if not that! Great! Already looks good! - Applebloom did not agree with her, turning around a large mirror.
- Yes. Good. It should be perfect! Perfect, Applebloom! Sweetie Belle said painfully, and then put the notebook with the sketches on her lap, nervously starting to unseal the brooch on a snow-white blouse.
- Best the enemy of the good, - It was Applebloom's turn to wisely speak the truths conveyed to her by Applejack.
- Perfect! Sweetie Belle sobbed, dropping her arm exhaustively, and covering her face with the second.
Applebloom sighed heavily - again - and cautiously approached her. She sat on one knee, slowly, so that not a single pin from the folds of the snow-green fabric of the "tunic" fell out, and took Sweetie Belle's hand. Cold, graceful.
Carefully brought it to her lips, kissed her pale fingers, quietly saying:
"And I believe that you can do it." You sew for the first time, then ... Then it will become something for you ... As simple as apple pudding.
Blush touched Sweetie Belle's cheeks, and she hastily tucked her hairy lock of hair back where she belonged.
- Oh, Applebloom, honey ...
Applebloom smiled and piled on a ottoman bag, falling into it in the place with Sweetie Belle. Approached; carefully laid her hand on Sweetie Belle's sharp chin, barely audible chuckled ...
And then the doorbell rang, loud, sharp, like a rooster cry at dawn.
Applebloom flinched and kissed Sweetie Belle lightly on the corner of her lips — she smacked and stood up, thinking on the go about the damn pins, how they might fall out of her.
"This is our pizza," she said confidently, already from here feeling the wonderful alluring smell of the food of the Italian gods, no less. "I hope they fulfilled the request and put apples instead of pineapples in Hawaiian pizza."
When she slipped out the door, Sweetie Belle relaxed on her ottoman, but pressed her head to her chest and put the tip of her index finger in her mouth, which she managed to prick. She smiled happily.
Applebloom may be right. Perhaps she really can sew clothes alone, with her own hands, as she always did ... She dreamed. Then, it turns out, Applebloom will come to the school Christmas party the most fashionable and beautiful.
And Sweetie Belle believed that helping friends even in such things was a very noble matter.