Evergreen Point

by dukesofhazzardftw

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Anthro, Romance, Comedy, Slice of Life
Length: 5172

Jared has found himself in a small town after his father retired and decided to move them over 2,000 miles from home. Join him as he learns to love the town with wondefully odd people.

My dad has decided to retire at the ripe old age of 65 He decides to move to Geogia and leave the beutiful state of Alaska. Still, I hope I can meet someone nice there.

If someone can help me with better descriptions let me know, I'm not good at summerizing in an intruiging way.

Published 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC
Last updated 2015-01-27 03:00:01 UTC

The First Seven Days; Days One and Two.

As the summer heat blared down on Anchorage Alaska, I stepped out of the charger to walk to the airport.  My dad nailed a job in Georgia, so we had to move from where we currently.  The job title was called retirement. He was going to drive my car, and I was going to take a plane to get there first.  I had to arrive before him to square everything away, including ME getting a job.  I heard there was a small (ish) town near our house.

"See ya later dad!" I yelled back.

"Okay!  Be safe!" He replied.

I then turned to leave, walking towards the terminal.  I looked at the flight board and saw that I was almost late.

"Crap!!" I exclaimed, running to the check in.

Ten minutes later, I had nearly missed the flight but I somehow made it in the nick of time.  I shoved my carry-on under my seat, sat down, and buckled my seatbelt.  The plane was surprisingly empty with only seven passengers counting me.  It had a full crew though.

"Why the hell aren't there more people on this plane?" I asked myself.

"Ah dunno." A blonde teen with a leather, weather worn, peaked Stetson answered my rhetorical question.

  'Bing-bong' the intercom bell chimed.

"This is your captain speaking, we have reached cruising altitude and you are free to move about the cabin.  Because  we are at minimum capacity we have more than enough fuel to make the trip all the way to Atlanta National Airport.  Have a nice day and thank you for flying Direct Air Lines."

"Shweet." I remarked.

"Well, when we hit Evergreen Point, we'll have to welcome ya to the town!" Applejack said, slightly annoyed.

"You from there?" I asked.

"Uh-huh.  Born and raised." She replied, a clearly annoyed look on her face.

"I'm moving there this summer, which sucks.  Never been out of state before so it's kinda neat but still..." I grimaced, looking out my window.  Her glare of dismay strengthened as she found I was moving there.  "My name is Jared."

"Nice to meet you, my name's Applejack." She nodded.

"Like the cereal or the booze?" I asked.

"Booze." She replied.

"So why do you seem so pissed off if I may ask, what did I do?" I called her out on her anger.

"Nothin'.  I jus' didn't know we had another city boy movin'." She said.

"What did you call me?" I asked, offended.

"City boy." She replied.

"I am NOT a 'city boy'." I laughed out.

"Sure you aren't.... City boy." She said.

"You have no proof of where I'm from and thus are acting as a stereotypical country bumpkin thinking you're better than everyone else.  Now if you'll excuse me, I haven't slept in three days." I rolled over to sleep while she rolled her eyes.

Nine hours later

"Wake up!" Applejack hissed.

I opened my eyes and stretched.

"Hello again." I said to her.

"we'll be landing in about 15 minutes.

"HEY!  Since we are going to the same place, lets carpool!" A pink haired girl said.

"No thanks, I'm good.  I can't wait till dad gets here with the General." I mumbled.

"The General?  Is your father a military officer?" A purple haired girl asked.

"No, the General Lee.  My car.  A 1969 dodge charger from the show, charger #6.  I want to trade it in for a 1968 if I can find someone with one." I replied. "And before you call me a city boy again and insult me for knowing The Dukes of Hazzard, at least have the decency to realize I am country and not insult me.  Again, before you say 'the mountains ain't the country.' They are open land that run for miles.  We ride horses in there and back, and I work taking care of them if it helps." I cut off Applejack.  She closed her still open mouth.  "I guess I'll be up for carpooling and I'll chip in for the cost.  Now as for the others, I dunno"

The six girls argued for a minute before Purple hair turned to me and said, "Okay."

"So, who has their license?" I asked.  "No one?  Okay then, I'm driving."

When the pilot flared back for landing, the girls let out a cry.

"What?  Afraid of flying?  First or second landing?" I asked.  They slowly nodded in sync and gripped their armrests harder.

"Why aren't you freaking out?" the multi-color-haired girl asked.

"I'm a pilot myself.  Not a commercial one though, anymore." I said flipping out my wallet. "Captains  license, Drivers license, Driver permit?  I still have that?  Wow.  Anyway there's my Pilots license, chaperone license, my emt ID, annnnnndddd.... myyyyy.  Dang, it must be in the box of office folders."

"Wow you have a lot of certification!" purple hair exclaimed, calming down as we taxied.

"So, to fit all of us I'll rent a mini-van." I said after a minute.

"Aww can't we get something else?" Rainbow-hair pouted.

"Do you have money to help pay for a limo?  Because by all means, chaperone..." I asked.  All I got was silence.  "Alright."

"I just realized something." Pink hair said as we walked to the jetway.

"What?" I asked.

"We already asked our families to pick us up!" She laughed.

I face palmed "Ouch.  Alrighty then I won't waste money I'll walk." I said.  I then turned to the pilot who was exiting the cockpit and shook his hand.

Returning to the group, we began to talk again.

"Walk all the way to Evergreen?" Rainbow hair chuckled.

"So?"  I asked.

"It's probably a hundred miles!" Navy-blue-hair-British-accent added.

"Okay then.  I knew I should have had my truck air-mailed."  I said.

"I thought you had a Charger." Applejack smirked.

"I do.  I have the General Lee and then I have an old Ford from 84.'' I Replied as we reached the end of the jetway.

"Cityboysayswhat?" Applejack exclaimed very fast, snickering

"Sorry what?" I turned to her in confusion.  As soon as I realized I'd been jived, I pulled out my phone, dialed my dad's number, and plugged in my earbuds.

"Hey dad!"

"Hey Jared how are you doing?"

"We got here safe but, you're driving behind the mover truck right?"

"Yeah... Why?"

"I wanna make sure the Ford doesn't come unattached from the truck."  Then, I heard a  POPwubwubwubwubwubwubwubwubwubwubwub, the screeching of tires on asphalt, a large truck horn, and then silence.

"Dad? you okay?"

"I'm okay, the General blew a tire is all."

"Oh thank goodness.  You know how to connect the impact wrench to the battery right?"

"Yes... I do.... You told me everything about how to care for the General when I had it last."

"Okay then I'll let ya get on that.  Just wanted to let you know I landed safely.  Bye!"

"Bye."

"Haha worst timing ever." I laughed at his misfortune and hung up the phone.

The girls and I started walking to the luggage carrousel, as AJ was childishly 'testing' me to see if I was indeed a 'city boy'.  She pulled out an IPod and tapped a song.

"Why are you playing music aloud in the airport...?" I asked befuddled as the intro played.  Pausing the song, AJ asked,

"What song is it?"

"Dixieland delight by Alabama, why?" I answered.

"How did you-" I cut AJ off by pulling up my phone and tapping my music before tapping another part of the screen.  Then, the same tune started playing through the speakers of my iPhone.

"You don't have to be from the country to know a band.  Am I tired?  Are you childish

  Either is likely.  Do you guys know any place that needs an extra helping hand?  Like one where I can get a job in Evergreen?" I asked.

"Only the mine and Applejack's orchard-" Pink said before Applejack covered her mouth.

"No we don't!" Applejack exclaimed as we reached the carousel.

"Yes we do." A deep southern voice said as a tall buff guy in a red polo walked up.

"Oh uh Hey Big Mac!" Applejack said nervously.  Turning to me she asked sucpisiom growing, "Waaaiitt.  Where in Evergreen are ya moving?"

"Uhhh 27330 Sweet Apple Road." I answered looking at the note app on my phone. "Why?"

"That's just down the street!  You got a ride?" 'Big Mac' asked

"Eeenope!" I answered.

"Well you can ride with us."

"But Mac!  The truck's only a three seater!  What about Granny and Applebloom?" Applejack asked.

"Applebloom's sick and Granny stayed to help her." Big Mac said.

"So, what would you prefer I call you, new neighbor?"  I asked the man.

"My name's Macintosh."  He told me.

"Okay then Mr. Macintosh!  Lead the way.  Thank you very much for taking me." I grabbed the two suitcases, a hard retangular plastic case, and a guitar case off the carousel.  One of the suitcases, the plastic case, and the guitar case labeled JARED AUBREY, and the other suitcase APPLEJACK APPLE.  Handing the one suitcase to Applejack, I followed Big Macintosh to the truck. "Hey, It's the same model as my truck!  And Applejack, if the truck is only a three seater, how would him and the other two people pick you up?"

"Uhh..." She looked for words.  I turned to 'big' Macintosh.

"She got the 351 Windsor or the Cleveland?" I asked.

"Cleveland.  What about yours?" He asked.

"I've got the 351 Windsor, gotta love that Canadian power." I replied and he chuckled.

               Three Hours Later

"Here we are!  Sweet Apple Acres!" Big Macintosh exclaimed.  He then pointed down the road and said, "Your house is down the road that way."

"Thanks for the lift, neighbor." I nodded to him, climbing out of the cab, grabbing my luggage from the bed of the truck, and walking towards my house.  When I reached my house, I found it was larger than our old 1500 square foot house by nearly two thousand square feet. "Woah!"  To some people this is a normal house.. To me?

"This place is fuckin' huge! It even has a pool!"  I walked inside and put my bags in the room I dubbed mine.  Man, I'm glad I could bring my guitar."

"I'd like to make myself believe,that planet earth turns slowly-"  I picked up my phone, cutting off my ringtone and answering.

"Hey Jared, I'm gonna get there on Tuesday!  Just wanted to let you know I'm okay and on my way." Dad said

"Southeast bound and down~" I joked.

"Loaded up and truckin'~" My dad continued.

"You're gonna do what they say can't be done!" I sang.  "Alright, see you in six days or so!"

"Love you!"

"I love ya too dad.  Bye!"

"Bye."

I hung up the phone and walked a while till I reached the door of the Apples' place.

"Hello?" I knocked on the door.

"What? we're havin' supper!" Applejack walked up to the screen door.

"Oh, sorry." I began walking towards the road and tried to remember how far it was to town. "I'll just ask in the morning." I said as I walked to my house.  When I finally managed to fall asleep, it was eleven-thirty at night.  I set my wristwatch alarm to six-thirty in the morning.

THAT MORNING.

BEEEP BEEP BEEP!  My wristwatch alarm screamed.  I rolled out of bed and opened my suitcase. Grabbing my toothbrush and toothpaste I walked to the bathroom.

"Oh right, the electric's out." I said as I tried the faucet handles.  I then proceeded to get my dressed, get my work boots on, and then I walked outside.  Brushing my teeth with no water, I spit on the driveway and stuck my toothbrush and toothpaste in the mailbox.  "I almost forgot!" I dashed back into the house.

Applejack walked up the driveway, her mind racing with fantasies of finding Jared asleep and waking him up in her own way.  She shook the thoughts from her head, embarrassed when she reached the mailbox.

     I ran into my room and opened my large, black, plastic case.  I removed a 41. Magnum Ruger Blackhawk revolver with holster from it, and left my two rifles inside.  I strapped on my gun, ran out the door into the rising sun, and immidiately slammed into someone I didn't see.

I quickly steadied myself as the other person started falling.  I quickly grabbed the person's arms, and pulled them towards me to keep them up.  My eyes then met with Applejacks, as she stood, her face an inch away from mine.

"Big Mac said if you wanted a job I should come get ya."  She said.

"I was just heading over there to discuss with him how I might be able to help."

"Well then, let's go." Applejack stated, and we started to walk.

"Sorry about crashing into you like that, I wasn't expecting anyone to be out there." I replied.

"It's alright." She replied.  She eyed the bulge on my chest under my jacket.

"Is that a..." She began.

"Hm?" I asked.

"Nothing." She looked away.  After about twenty minutes of walking we ended up at their driveway, Macintosh was loading baskets into the bed of their truck.

"Good morning, Mr. Macintosh." I reached out my hand, he met it with a firm handshake. "Can I help y'all out at all?"

"Ya sure can." He replied.

"How may I be of assistance?" I asked.

"How's about helping Applejack in the orchard and with the animals." He said.

"Alright." I said. "How many acres of trees are there facing AWAY from my house?"

"Almost a hundred." Applejack replied.

"That's a lotta trees." I exclaimed.

"Get in the truck." She laughed.

"So, it'll take a while to get to where we need to be I presume?"

"Eeyup!" She answered with a microscopic hint of glee in her voice.

I climbed in the truck, beginning to sweat without the sun even hardly peaking over the horizon.

"Hot?" She asked.  I nodded. "Haha then take off your jacket, hon."

"Alright."  I took my leather coat off and stuffed it behind the seat.  My chest holster and shiny black revolver now proudly displayed.

"Woah there cowboy, y'know how to use that thing?" She asked.

"No I carry it to impress people." I sarcasmed. "Yes of course I do, I'm from Alaska, not Los Angeles."

  I didn't question why she was driving, because I knew that we were on private property, and it's their truck.  Don't need a license on YOUR private property.  We pulled over at a wooden fence, presumed the edge of their property.

"All right we have to pick the apples from the trees, throw them into the padded buckets in the truck, and repeat that well over two hundred times." Applejack said.

"Well!  I hope the sun doesn't blaze too hot." I said.

In the future,

'OH-MY-GOSH-IT'S-SO-FUCKING-HOT-I'M-PRACTICALLY-MELTING'

Now,

Applejack softly chuckled and set up a ladder. "Thats for you." Applejack said.

"Alrighty, thank you very much." I nodded, turning back to the cab to move my jacket out of the way of the tools behind the seat.

I turned around to see Applejack trying (and failing) to climb into the tree.  I was about to laugh when I saw her do it, but at the same second she fell back.  I could see her going to land on her neck and head in a rather painful way.  My overactive adrenaline glands decided to aid me for once.  Adrenaline started pumping through my veins, and time seemed slowed.  I ran and caught her before she hit the ground, Jared 1, Spiderman 0.  (Oh shit son)

"I would've been fine!" She stubbornly yelled.

"You would have broke your neck.  Literally." I replied.

"Thank you..." She grumbled.

Seven boring hours later.

'OH-MY-GOSH-IT'S-SO-FUCKING-HOT-I'M-MELTING' my mind screamed as I worked.

"That's it!" Applejack yelled as I tossed another apple into the over-flowing truck, and trailer "That's all we have to do."

"Oh thank god!" I yelled.  "I can't wait to get home and eat some foo—....oh...yeah....I forgot.  Well, shit."

"Lets get back to the farmhouse." Applejack ordered.

"So, do you have any pets?" I asked Applejack.

"Ah have a collie named Wynona, you?" Applejack answered.

"I used to have a pet, but my dogs passed years ago.  And six goldfish, and three cats." I replied. "Well, I guess that the time has come to...  Sing a traveling song- no?  Okay...  air conditioning yay.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"UGGG air makes my face cold!" I mock-complained.  My outfit consisted of a Fly Racing ballcap, jeans, a white t-shirt, 13 inch (heel to cuff.  It's the height of the boot, not the heel) surplus jump boots, and calf length socks.  I don't possibly know why I'd be so hot!  Totally.  Absolutely.

I sighed as I relaxed onto the red, torn, leather bench seat of the truck, cool air blowing on my face.  Resting my elbow in the open window of the truck, I spoke.

"I do like how everything on the farm smells of freshly cut grass, woodsmoke from your guys' stove, or apples.  Heck, I bet even your hair smells like apples!"

"It does not!" Applejack quickly said.

"I bet it does!" I quickly scooted over on the seat "may I?"

"Try it and find out." She threatened.  Me being a literal retard I smelled her hair.

Five minutes later.

"What happened to you?" Big Macintosh asked, looking at my black eye, bloody nose, and blood stained shirt.

"Almost everything here smells like apples, right?" I pointed out,

"Right." He replied.

"Well, I betted that Applejack's hair even smelled like em'.  She said they didn't.  I found out by smelling her hair annnnd...." I said.

"And?" He asked.

"I misinterpreted a vauge threat and....  She beat the ever loving shit out of me.  However, I think it was totally worth it." I said.  Then, Macintosh broke down laughing.  An elderly woman walked out of the farmhouse and asked,

"Whats so funny?" I stepped out from in front of him so she could see me. "Macintosh Apple!  It's not nice to laugh when others are hurt!"

I then spoke.

"Nah it's okay, ma'am." I laughed "It's not me being hurt, it's how I got hurt.  Still worth it."

"What did ya do?" She asked.  Three little girls ran up and agreed they wanted to know.

One short backstory later.

"Well, I betted that Applejack's HAIR even smelled like apples, cause most of the things here do, and she said that it didn't.  I found out by smelling her hair after I misunderstood a threat for permission and in return she hit me.  However, I think it was totally worth it." I said.

"How do ya figure?" The woman asked.

"Because, before she destroyed my face she kissed my cheek!" I grinned.

"So?" The red haired little girl asked.

"So that's something really special!" I said. "Well, it is to me anyways.

"You better believe it!" The elderly woman added.

"So.  Anything else I can do?  Or should do?" I asked Mr. Macintosh. "Other than say, I'm sorry I was so foreward."

"Nope.  You can go on home and have some supper."  He replied.

"About that, which way is town?  I need to buy some groceries and have my power turned on." I replied.

"Then what did ya eat last night?  Or fer breakfast or lunch?" He asked.

"I didn't have anything." I replied casually. " I just need to get something to eat.  Like, soon

"Well that ain't good!  You need to get some food in ya'!" He said.

"Me more often than some.  I suffer... Well, not really suffer from, but I have had hypoglycemia all my life.  Basically, my body needs food more often than normal to make energy to create a normal glucose level so I can keep myself from starting to tremble, and then dying."  I blurted.  "Holy pug in a pizza box, that was a mouthful."

"Holy pug in a pizza box?" Macintosh looked puzzled.

"It's just something you exclaim.  Like you would HOLY CRAP or OH MY GOSH!" I explained.

"Ahh." He responded. "I can give ya something to eat, and let ya use the truck to get to town.  As long as you fill er' up!"

"I'll take it through the carwash." I said, following Macintosh into the farmhouse.

After eating a peanut butter and apple jelly samich, I gathered the truck keys from Applejack, and started up the truck.

"Thanks!" I yelled out to Macintosh and Applejack.

I pulled out of the driveway and drove down the road, following Macintosh's instructions.  After reaching town, I pulled up to a large building marked EGPE, representing the words: EverGreen Point Electrical.

Thirty minutes later.

"Holy smokes, that took forever." I said as I descended the front steps of the building. "Seriously, the line was sooo frigging long!  A whole zero people."

I then jogged up to the truck, climbed into the cab, started it up, pulled out of the parking lot, and drove down the street to the supermarket.

Ten minutes later.

I walked out from my errand, plastic shopping bags in tow.  After setting the bags in the passenger seat, I hopped up in the truck, started it up, drove out of the lot, and decided to get a library card for THIS town.  The library was a purple two story building with a large parking lot and a large skylight.  It wasn't too over-the-top extravagant, but at the same time it wasn't the humblest of buildings.  I walked through the large double doors, and up to the front desk.  A young lady sat there.  And by young lady I mean the same girl with the purple hair that I met on the plane.

"Hi, I was hoping to get a library card?"  I said/asked.

"Okay, just fill this out, and sign this." She said, handing me a sheet of paper with a bunch of questions and stuff on it, and a library card. "It's free."

"Oh, cool! Thank you!" I said as I walked to a nearby chair and sat down.  After filling out the nightmare of a fourm, I signed the library card, thanked the lady, and walked back to the truck.  I pulled out, and headed back down the road towards the carwash and gas station.

Twenty minutes later.

I started heading down the road towards the outskirts of town, when I saw to other people I had met on the plane flagging me down.  It was rainbow hair and pink fluffy hair.  I pulled over to see what they wanted.

"Hey Big Ma- hey, you're not Big Mac!" Rainbow said.

"Yeah, I'm borrowing his family's truck." I replied.

"We were gonna walk out to Applejack's and ask for a lift but..." Pink continued.  I grabbed the groceries, hauled them out the window and into the bed of the truck, and called for them to hop in. "So, what ARE your names?"

"I'm Pinkie Pie, but you can call me Pinkie!" Pink hair called.

"And I'm Rainbow Dash, but you can call me Rainbow!" Rainbow hair called.

"And I'm Jared, but you can call me Jared!" I laughed, trying to copy-cat The two.

"Dude, what happened?  Your face is all jacked up!" Rainbow added.

"Oh, I forgot about that.  No wonder the person at the power company was staring!" I laughed, shifting the truck's gear into second, then third, and fourth.  We arrived at the Apples' driveway about ten minutes later.  Pulling up to the farmhouse, Macintosh walked out, and started walking up.  I tossed him the truck keys, and while grabbing my groceries said,

"Front and back tanks filled, washed and waxed up.  Basically, your truck is looking good as new.  I think you need to adjust the timing though, she's not firing quite right." I smiled, thanked the man, and headed home.  When I reached the mailbox, I opened the lid, grabbed my toothbrush, and walked inside.  I grabbed a can of spam out of my cupboard after putting away the groceries, and flicked out my pocket knife.  I cut the spam into sections, and ate it off of my knife.  When I was done eating the pre-cooked meat, I grabbed the can, and walked out to the backyard.  I stuffed the can on top of one of the picket fence posts, and ran upstairs.  When I reached my room, I opened the closet, and grabbed the black steel case.  And a few small cardboard containers filled with Ammunition I bought while out.  Whodda thought that a GROCERY store would sell them?  What are they, walmart?  Walking back outside, I set the case on the back porch and opened the latches.  Removing a replica M-16a1 assault rifle and an under-over barrel Savage Arms 22. and 20 ga. shotgun I got from my uncle a long time ago.  I reached inside again and pulled out a very old 22. Long Rifle lever action.  An Ithica M-49 Saddle-gun to be exact.  I grabbed the ammunition boxes, opened each one, and pulled out some 41. Magnum rounds.  Unholstering my hidden revolver, I loaded it, cocked the hammer, walked to the edge of the pool, aimed across the pool and at the can, eased my finger on to the trigger, and finally.  Squeezed the trigger.  CliBLAM!  The gun's recoil nearly made the handgun hit me in the head.

"Note to self, only fire two handed until I gain more wrist strength...  Ow." I said.  I fired twice more (with both hands) in quick succession, before walking over to my arsenal.  Holstering my handgun, I picked up the M-16 and removed the magazine.  After loading the magazine, I inserted it, and jacked a round into the chamber.  I was about to turn and fire, but when I turned I found Applejack, The little red headed girl, Macintosh, Rainbow, and Pinkie jumping over their hedge and running towards me.

"You okay?" Applejack asked.

"Yeah?  Why wouldn't I be?" I asked, kneeling, aiming at the target, and bump-fired three rounds.  Only one struck the can. "Dang.  I thought I could at least hit it twice.  Oh well, it's a small target and, as they say, shooting from the hip and hitting stuff is something only The Terminator and basically all of Hollywood can do."

Rainbow then burst out laughing.  While the others simply looked confused.

"The movie?  No?  Okay." I said.  I then sat my weapons back in the case. "So, while you're still here, can I get any of you anything to drink?"  I asked.

"You have a pool?" Rainbow gawked.

"Yeah, I know its amazing, but you can't drink that!" I joked.

"We thought you were getting robbed or something." Applejack said.

"I'm pretty sure you can't drink that either." I smiled, crossed my arms, and leaned on a porch-post.

"Fine, can Ah get some water?" Applejack asked.

"Yes." I answered walking inside, grabbing a glass, filling it with water, opening my fridge, a Cola, and walking outside.  Handing Applejack her water I said, "Here is your water, mademoiselle."

"Thanks." She said, taking the water from me.

"Anyone want a Cola?" I asked.

"ME!" Rainbow yelled.

"Here."I tossed the Cola to Rainbow and turned to the other two. "You guys want anything?  No?  Okay, suit yourself."

"Got Coors?" Rainbow asked.

"What?  I can't buy alcohol yet if I wanted to." I said.

"Got milk?" The little girl asked.

"Yes I do, just a moment." I replied.

I dashed back into the house, grabbed a crystalline glass from the cupboard, filled it with milk, and carefully dashed back out.

"There you go!" I handed the little girl the milk.  Looking at the buff man I asked "You sure you don't want anything?"

"Eeyup." He answered.

"Wanna come inside?" I gestured to the door.

"Meh, why not?" Rainbow stated.

"Alright." Applejack said.

The little girl looked at Macintosh with pleading eyes before he said,

"No, we need to get you back to Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo." He said.  She nodded her head, and climbed back over the hedge with Macintosh.

I followed the girls inside and walked to the living room.  When I sat down, I looked at the glass T.V. Cabinet and saw two certain boxes, one black and one white.

"Holy shit!  There's an XBox and a PS4!" I yelled.

"So?" Rainbow asked.

"So thats a big thing!  I've never had a console before." I said.  Staring outside, I said, "But I still love going outside more than shooting scrubs and listening to 10 year olds say they had sex with my mom when she's actually dead..."

"So.  Who wants to explore the rest of the house with me?" No-one answered. "Fine, I'll do it later.  It's six anyway, Supper should be on for ya Applejack.  That is, if going by yesterday's time means anything."

"Shoot, you're right!" She then rushed out the door, followed closely by Rainbow.

"Well, time to explore." I said, walking down the hallway.  I found many rooms that my dad and I would NEVER be able to fill, more importantly I found hidden crawlspaces IN the walls!  Walking back to the living room, I walked up the small podium in the room to the large, black Grand Piano.  "Well, this is one good way to use those lessons I was more or less forced to take."

I slid up the piano bench, and began to play a ragtime piece.  "Five Card Shuffle." When the piece came to an end, I heard someone speak.

"I came to invite you to supper." The voice said.

I gasped, lept off of the bench, and tripped down the three stairs of the round podium.  Seeing that the person the voice belonged to was Applejack, I stuttered out, "Well that was dumb."

She grabbed under my arms and began dragging my to the door.

"I'mma comin'!" I said, standing up and walking towards the front door.  When I made it to the driveway, I heard Applejack's footsteps behind me speed up, and then I felt a sudden weight on my back.  Almost falling down, I yelled,"WOAH!  Warn me next time that you want a piggyback ride!"

Being nice, I crouched down so she could get off.

"Nope." She said.

"Just trust me." I said.  Slowly, she hopped off and stood there.  I quickly slid my arm under hers and across her back, and my other one behind he kneecaps.  I quickly flipped her up into a fireman's carry.  "More comfy eh?"

"Mmhm." She said.  In the twinty minutes it took to get to her driveway, she had somehow fallen asleep.  I walked into the driveway and stopped.  I then quietly woke her up.  When she was stirring, I kissed her on the forehead.

Her eyes snapped open, and her fist came towards my face.  Not even bothering to block, my second bloody nose of the day started.  I sat her down again, and started laughing.

"I'm sorry!  I didnt realize..  I'm sorry!" She hugged me.

We walked inside, with me still laughing like a madman.  When we walked inside, Macintosh was waiting in the hall.  By the amused look on his face, he saw what happened.  He motioned for me to stop and to come to him.  I walked up as Applejack continued into the kitchen, and he began to speak.

"I don't mind that you and Applejack are getting close, but if you hurt her in any way, they're gunna have to use your dental records to identify your body."

"I won't, but the joke is still on you, I don't have dental records.  I would remain one of the mysteries of life.  But seriously, I would never do anything to intentionally hurt her." I said.

"Good." Macintosh said.

"Thank you." I smiled.  With his arm around my shoulder in a threatening shrouding way, he led me into the kitchen where a massive amount of food was placed.  I blinked at the amount of food, wiping some of the blood off my face with my sleeve.  Applejack patted the chair next to her for me to sit in.  I looked scared at Macintosh and he nodded the okay.  I sat down in the wooden chair next to her, a plate of food in front of me.

That night.  I lay in my bed, thinking of what tomorrow may hold.  I set my watch alarm for 6:00am, once again. And quickly faded off to sleep.

I woke up that morning, day two of six before my dad arrived home.