appleacj loves me

*BWOOOOOOOOOOSSHHH*

She plowed right past the door and rightfully moved on to locking the entrance door that she just came in through.

"Whew," she uttered in relief, with her back against the door and eyes closed. She was panting from the amazing dash she just performed to get out of that unexpected situation. She never expected him to be just a dozen meters behind Pinkie right after being at the Bakery. Thankfully, he was talking to his friends, none of whom caught eye of her. His friends had previously been in the Bakery with him. The same friends who mocked me, she remembered, rolling her eyes in frustration.

She opened her eyes, looking upwards. She had remembered about Pinkie. She felt horrible for ditching her. I really hope Pinkie Pie didn't take it as me ditching her to get out of her question. Pondering on what to do next, she put Pinkie above everyone and everything else tomorrow. Starting tomorrow, she will apologize to Pinkie.

Feeling better about herself apologizing to Pinkie tomorrow and therefore feeling less guilt, she got back up on her hooves and started walking up the stairs. I should also apologize and thank Dimples for taking over my spot. He was always there to support her and now, she too walked out on hi-

"OH! APPLE COBBIE, DEAR?"

Apple Cobbler's walk up to her room was cut short, her mother's affectionate voice came from the kitchen.

Walking back down the stairs, she turned left and as she was about to enter the kitchen, she smelt the distinct scent of cinnamon. They say that the more you eat, smell, or see of something over a certain period of time, it leaves less of an impression on you than the first time you were exposed to it. But that wasn't the case with cinnamon, let alone her mom's cooking in general. To Apple Cobbler and many other ponies who have taken a bite or more of her mom's, dishes, it never feels old and instead, tasted as good as before if not better in some cases.

The same couldn't be said for Apple Cobbler though.

"You called, mom?" Apple Cobbler asked timidly, her head peeking from the wall.

"Oh Cobbie, I didn't expect you to be back so early," her mom turned her eyes to Apple Cobbler tucked away in the corner. She looked troubled, "Is something wrong, dear?"

"Uhh, yeah, I guess I'm feeling a bit under the weather today," she said in a uneasy tone. She didn't want to dwell on the colt she liked by mentioning him to her, so it was best to not mention anything about him, she thought. "Dimples is looking after the Bakery now, mom," she assured her.

"What a sweet colt," her mom said blissfully, stirring the mix in the bowl.

Apple Cobbler took a good view of the kitchen. Sliced apples, used butter, and baking kitchenware littered the table that was centered in the middle of the room. Certain parts of the table and floor was covered in flour. That's my mom... another typical day at home, she thought, softly smiling.

"Cobbie, do you remember about Wednesday?" her mother asked, without looking at Apple Cobbler.

Not wanting to be lost for words or sound irresponsible, even though she honestly forgot, she uttered, "Well, Wednesday's the day, uhh, the day..."

"The day either Princess Celestia or Luna visit Ponyville," she reminded, "I read in the papers that either two are visiting small towns all over Equestria to promote new businesses. . And I know my Cobbie will blow them away"

Aww rotten apples, what could've made me forge- wait, never mind, she rolled her eyes at how unfortunate her life's been after being constantly reminded about... him.

"Heh, heh heh... totally, mom," she replied, trying to sound confident but it came out unconvincingly, instead.

"Oh, speaking of 'blowing them away', sweetie, I saw a couple pictures of the colt you liked, that'll... 'blow you away' in the Daily Mare papers today."

Apple Cobbler's eyes slightly widened.

"I didn't know he was part of the Thunderbolts, dear. Oh my Cob!" her mom's face became excited, "My young sweet Cobbie might get together with a Thunderbolt!" her mom said gleefully, jumping up and down, consumed by how stimulating that notion was.

"Dashing, aerodynamic, brave, and just plain... charming," she said in awe, gleeing.

Apple Cobbler turned red, embarrassed and uneasy by her mom pushing him right in her face but more so from how ridiculous her mom is acting at the knowledge of him being a member of the Thunderbolt.

"Alllriiigght, mom," she began walking up the stairs to her room, "I guess I'll leave you to your cooking and your... secret obsession with the colt I like," Apple Cobbler teased, chuckling as she closed the door.

"He'll be flying through the skies, holding hooves with my own daughter like in Supermar- Wait, what?" she said, stopped short when she realized what Apple Cobbler had said.

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Wow, what happened here? She panned left to right, remembering the mess of a room she had left two days ago. And now, it was all gone. Her clothes weren't on the floor, her bed was done, and her work desk seemed cleared. All thanks to her mom.

"I really do take ponies for granted, lately" Apple Cobbler said to herself, feeling a bit guilty. She wasn't the one who showed her appreciation for other ponies directly. Her timidness meant that she mostly uttered 'Thank you' or 'I really appreciate it' in a very apprehensive tone. Instead, she usually preferred to offer help some time in the future, or better yet, bake sweets for them. Though, she wouldn't join them in partaking the sweets unless they asked.

Her mother on the other hand, was a different story. Apple Cobbler's sign of appreciation to her was to never give up hope. Her mom was ever so supportive of her. Her mom knew how Apple Cobbler's self confidence was... different from many. Being teased and called Four Eyes as a young filly affected her self confidence, deeply.

Apple Cobbler's cutie mark of a... apple cobbler (not surprisingly) couldn't have been possible if her mom wasn't there to support her all the way. And in the end, Apple Cobbler made the finest apple cobbler dish in Ponyville Elementary Eat-Out Competition, gaining her cutie mark at an age when most of other classmates were getting cutie marks as well. From then on, Apple Cobbler's resilience was all that was needed to make her mom wake up every morning with a smile.

"I really wish I can forget about him right now," she wished quietly out loud. Her infatuation with the colt has lately distracted her not only at work but also in her personal life. Case and point, her room that is often tidied by her herself, NOT by her mom.

She walked up to her desk, taking a seat before thinking what to do next. I could write up a list of things I need for Wednesday, in three days, or maybe I'll just start reading MAR3STR- "Huh?" she said, perplexed. There was a newspaper on her desk. She took a closer look at it. It was the Daily Mare. It usually covered the biggest stories all across Equestria.  and saw a provoking picture on the cover page.

Her heart pounding, trouble breathing, and anxiety rising. She was on the verge of fainting, but she managed to keep her eyes open and shrunken pupils focused on the image.

"H-he was... kissing another pony!??!"

The picture showed him being sandwiched between two ponies, the Valley Girl ponies. One of which he was kissing and the other having his hooves over her shoulder. It seemed like it was a house party since Ponyville didn't have an official place for these types of parties. Most parties in Ponyville were organized by Pinkie, and everypony knew how her parties were. They weren't as rave-like as this one, so it was likely that she had no part in this party.

She turned the page to the actual article and started reading the important parts through skimming. "... This happened last night?" she said out loud. Again, too shocked to keep it i-

"COBBIE???"

She barely heard her mother's voice through the door, but she was desperate for anything in order to break this 'madness'.

"MY HOOVES ARE FULL! CAN YOU BE A DEAR AND OPEN THE DOOR? WE HAVE A GUEST!"

Whew!. Apple Cobbler wiped the sweat off her forehead. As she got up, she turned the paper over to the backside and put it in a drawer. But then all of her composure disappeared when she had a sudden realization.

Oh no... *Pinkie Pie***, she dreaded.

Please let it not be Pinkie, she wished while walking out of her room. I've had enough of any more antics for one day. She can't imagine experiencing any more anxiety or panic attacks. First the incident at Sweet Affairs, then Pinkie and him showing up, then the competition on Wednesday, THEN him being on the Daily Mare, kissing those- those Valley Girl ponies, and now... Pinkie's back to torment me.  She would usually feel saddened by it but now, she was irritated. Her frown turned into a scowl. She was ready to scream at her.

"Why can't you understand that I just want..." she turned the door knob and the door opened, "...TO BE ALONE FOR CRYING OUT LOUD, PINKIE PIE!!!! AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"

...

"Umm... something wrong, cuz?"

Uhhhh... that's not Pinkie's voice.

...

Oh no...