I own nothing not even this computer. Review. Flashback
"WHY DO BOYS SUCK?!" Sweetie belle shouts to the world as she slams the door on her locker before reopening it and slamming it again even harder. Her hair is flustered and there are a few tear tracks down her face. She wheels around and points a perfectly manicured and painted finger in Scootaloo's face.
"Not one word!" She shouts causing a few people to rush past and try not to make eye contact with the crazed young woman.
"Not saying anything." Scoot's replies before chuckling and raising an eyebrow towards Applebloom who rolls her eyes too.
"You really set yourself up for this, we don't want to you know say we told you so but well..."Bloom wiggled her fingers and shrugged. "We did tell you so. I mean we've known this guy for how long?"
"Five years." Sweetie grumbles as they walk down the hallway.
"And you dated him for a week? Or was it a month?" Bloom teases again, she doesn't mean to tease her friend but with how many times that Sweetie Belle had been in this very same situation...
"I mean you've dated how many guys since this year started? Six? seven?" Scoots points out as they exit the high school. Sweetie Belle slumps down the stairs and glares at anything that crosses her sightline.
"I don't get it! Is it me? Do I just naturally gravitate towards dirtbags! Am I doomed to just date a long string of losers my entire life! How is that even remotely fair!" She screams at the top of her lungs, a slight voice crack causes her to blush and clear her throat and bring her two best friends into new fits of chuckling.
"We don't mean to be rude or anything, and yeah what you are going through sucks Belle...But come on...You could give it a rest for a little bit, you seem to fall for a new person every other week."
Applebloom says as she reassuringly pats the shorter more slender girls small weak shoulders.
"I'm a romantic person! What do you two want from me? What does the world expect from me? For me to just keep my emotions shoved deep down or something! GOD!" She finishes out before glancing around. "I don't want to be rude but if you two aren't going to be mindlessly comforting me right now..."
She lets the implication hang in the air while Scootaloo rolls her eyes.
"Look we totally still love you like a sister here. But you are being pretty overdramatic since this exact same thing keeps on happening to you over and over again. The first few times we were totally game to help you muscle through it and get better and cheer you up. But well...We sort of don't have the energy right now." Scootaloo says with a good natured smile.
"I sort of have to get to baseball practice..."
"And the farm chores are waiting." Applebloom says scratching the back of her head nervously. Sweetie Belle glowers before smiling and sniffing before wiping her eyes.
"I know I'm being overly dramatic. I appreciate how much you two do for me. I'll be fine. Go on and do your things." The three girls hugged quickly before Scootaloo sprinted for the practice fields and Applebloom meandered her way home, slowly and carefully. Sweetie Belle stood where she was for a few more minutes just standing and staring before finally walking again.
The more she walked the angrier she got. She snorted and shook her head.
"Jerks. All of them. Just a bunch of narrow minded masculine jerky man jerky jerks!" She finished sputtering as she walked past the baseball field where Scootaloo was stretching and getting ready to toss some pitches. Someone was up at bat and taking a few practice swings. Sweetie Belle sighs in dejection. This wouldn't be that big a deal if she hadn't had so many other failed relationships before.
She was lucky that she lived in the twenty first century. If she had been born in any other decade people would probably be spreading a bunch of cruel vicious rumors about the number of guys that she had gone on dates with. Luckily no one at this school seemed all that interested in making her life a living hell. She was already too good at it herself.
Sweetie Belle frowns before reaching into her pocket. Speaking of making her life a living hell...She picks out the pictures of the creep that she had just broken up with. She frowns and starts deleting his contacts, then every last picture that the two shared. She didn't want to think about his anymore, and this was the best way that she knew how to do that!
"I hate you. I hate this. I hate me. I hate you." She bites out viciously as she cleans out her phone. Completely absorbed and not paying attention. She was only aware of the baseball field fence at hip height as she kept on walking.
She turns a corner and almost runs into the young man standing there. She yelps and falls back on her rump and swears rubbing her forehead. She had been too deep in her thoughts and had not noticed that he had been walking around the corner too.
"HEY! Watch where you're going! Why are all guys such jerks!" She shouts in irritation.
"Hey! I resent that remark!" Spike complains as he scrambles off and wipes the dirt from his favorite purple shirt. He picks up his comic book and offers Sweetie Belle a hand up.
"And hello to you too. Why weren't three-"He cuts himself off when he realized that it was just one third of the school famous trio. "Why weren't you looking where you were going. I have an actual excuse." He says holding up his comic book and waving it slightly in response. A slightly smug smile on his face.
"So what's yours?" Spike says as Sweetie stands up and wipes the dust off of her skirt and blouse. She glances down and realizes that they were still holding hands. She pulls hers away with a blush at the gentlemanly actions that he had just done. She frowns and crosses her arms before growling and kicking the ground like it had personally killed her mother.
"My stupid exboyfriend broke up with me because he is stupid and deserves to get hit in the head by a rock." She growls again before glaring at Spike, her eyes lit up with realization as she jumps forwards and grips his shoulders.
"Dude! Maybe you can help me! I need to know why guys are the worst! Can you tell me what to do to not make them like that?"
"Not make them the worst?" He says trying to be helpful but still thinking about how great the comic had been. He really didn't want to get in the middle of all of whatever this was. He knew just how hyperfixated Sweetie and her friends could get. Sure they were a ton of fun to be around, but they also tended to go absolutely overboard at any little thing.
"Yeah! Come on! You're a guy! But you're in touch with your feminine side! Which means that you are the perfect go to! I would even pay you if I wasn't totally broke from the last loser that I dated!"
"Wait...what? Did you like give him money all the time or something?" Spike asks in confusion as she blushes and pouts.
"You know what sure. I can try to help you. First thing to do is not get into relationships with total losers first of all." Spike said listing it off on his fingers.
"God you sound like my sister." Sweetie Belle complains as they lean against the fence. She winces at the sharp edge of it, they had been planning on heightening it but then budget cuts had happened and for some reason now there would be no extra fence? It was weird and sort of dumb, everyone thought so.
"Well she might have a point. I really wish that I could help you but I'm not sure if I can." He said glancing slightly over towards the baseball team where they were practicing pitches and hitting the balls. Scootaloo had just gotten up to the base and was warming up. SHe looked dedicated to getting a home run even though this was strictly practice.
"Come on, give me something that I can use. Besides cooking I absolutely suck at cooking. I either make too many dishes or not enough dishes." She said nearly pouncing on the young man trying to get a straight answer out of him.
Spike sucks in his lips trying to think of something else that he could tell her.
"I don't know...use logic? I'm the worst person to tell you this but think things through. Only date someone who would go out of their way to help you. Otherwise they really aren't worth your time. You deserve someone who would do something big and romantic for you like...heck I don't know..."
"This is normally the part in romance novels where someone shows up out of the blue and pushes me out of the way of a speeding car." Sweetie Belle chuckles. Spike glances around. They were solidly in the middle of a field. With the baseball team really getting into it.
"Yeah I don't think that is going to happen." He responds. There came a sudden sharp crack and the two jumped before laughing. It must have just been the batters at practice. Spike hears some yelling and tilts his head ever so slightly. From across the field people are yelling and waving their hands crazily. Spike sees a small white blur pitching towards them at supersonic speeds.
He doesn't know how or even why he did what he did next. But he did it.
"Look out." He said as casually as he could before reaching up and touching her shoulder to push her out of the way. Sweetie Belle gasps slightly before the smack of baseball on hand filled her ears.
"Ouch!" Spike yelps out as he tosses the ball from one hand to the other and shakes the one that he had just used to bare handedly grab a ball flying at around thirty to forty miles an hour.
"Ouch!" He repeated himself. "HEY! Watch where you're hitting these!" He shouted before tossing it back towards one of the outfielders. He winces and glances at his red palm. It was starting to swell up and there were stitch marks dotting his palms.
"Shoot. That stings. I think that I should go take care of this. See you around Sweetie." Spike winces as he cradles his palm and starts walking rapidly back towards the school building, the nurse was hopefully still on duty. If not he was probably in a lot of trouble.
"Yeah...bye..."Sweetie says her face starting to blush wildly. She gasps and puts a hand to her shoulder where he had touched it to push her out of the way. "Like pushing me out of the way of a car..."
She sighs dreamily before shaking her head sharply.
"OH GOSH! OH NO! OH SWEETIE! DON'T!" She wagged her finger at herself as she starts to walk home quickly and stomped her feet aggressively. "You just broke up with that other jerk! Don't go falling for some other other jerk!"
Sweetie sighs dreamily as she watches Spike work at pulling branches from the nearby trees, her eyelids flutter as she pictures kissing him and sighs through her nose again.
"You're staring." Applebloom pointed out with a dry tone of voice, she was really getting sick and tired of this entire lovesick schoolgirl bit that Sweetie was playing up for her own amusement.
"Can you blame me?"
"Yes. Yes I can." Applebloom deadpanned as she glances over at the gangly mohawk wearing young man. He was nothing special to look at in her book, so she didn't really bother looking.
"You need to get back to work and put your eyes back in their sockets girl. If you actually do have a crush on him why don't you just come out and say it and get it over with?" Applebloom snapped gradually growing impatient with how long it was taking Sweetie Belle. She gasped as if smacked and stared in amazement at Applebloom.
"You clearly do not know romance! You need to gradually romance someone like him! Go in slowly! Try and be gentle! Otherwise the results could be-"
"Wow! I don't know what it is I just walked in on and I don't want to know." Spike said as he walked by with a large arm full of tree branches causing both girls to jump and yelp in surprise. Sweetie blushed deeply as Applebloom just shook her head in amazement.
"You are impossible." She teased and elbowed her friend who frowned in response and nudged her back to shut her up.
"You are just impossible to groom." Rarity complained as she washed at Applejacks mass of hair with the stream water. Both women were up to their necks in it. And Applejack was wincing from the cold.
"You insisted that we get clean." She snapped back in irritation. "And this is how we do it. My leg is still busted, and we still don't know where the others are." She sounded dejected. She felt dejected. Rarity couldn't blame her.
"How much longer?" Rarity asked nervously before wincing as a leaf floated by. It had taken Applejack hours to convince her to actually get into the water, she had complained that it would be too cold, then shrieked with every stick or leaf since she mistook them for something disgusting like leeches or wild fish. It had taken Applejack close to half an hour to talk her down and relax her enough for the two of them to wash away some of the dirt and grime that had accumulated over the past few days.
"Soon. We've got that splint, and we've got the 'crutches'. Although I don't think those decorations you prettied them up with was necessary." Applejack thumbs back towards a pair of crossed sticks with dozens of tiny carvings of flowers and birds on the sides.
"Crazy talk. Tomorrow Applejack. Tomorrow we go off to find the others. I am sure we will find them in no time!" Rarity said as she pulled back the thick straw colored hair that was drenched to Applejacks head. The farmer nodded. They could do this!
The wolf sniffed through the bushes, the wolf could hear something out there. Smell them out there. Their voices, their scent. They were ripe for the picking. Almost there. It would just be a few more days. The wolf had given up other prey for these humans. They were easier to take down and tastier. And more entertaining.
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