Crushes

Look away, Scootaloo. Look away. Don't even think of his name. Don't think of Rumble's name.

"DAMMIT!" I scream. Everybody stares at me. Act aloof, Scootaloo.

RumbleRumbleRumbleRumbleRumbleRumble......... I have a huge crush on him. I just don't know how to tell him, ya know? His name fits him so well too.

His jet black hair, amethyst eyes, and Too-Cool-4-you aura around him, it sends ripples of......something. Later, you feel the rumble of emotion. 'I need to be next to this guy.' crosses in your mind. I feel a hand on my shoulder. Apple Bloom. Another. Sweetie Belle.

"Go ahead an' ask 'im Scootaloo! Ain't nothin' ta stop ya!" Apple Bloom says.

Confidence level: 50000

"Scoots. Rumble's just begging you to ask him out! If anybody can walk up to their crush, it's you!" Sweetie Belle says.

Confidence level: Too much confidence.

Awkwardly, I walk to Rumble.

"Hi......." I say. Really!

"Hi." Rumble replies. I gulp.

"Do you want to go out with me Saturday?" I say. Rumble breaks down.

He drops to the ground, and starts crawling to a tree. Once at the the tree, he stands up, only to slouch down against it. He then passes out.

"Yes........." Rumble mutters. I grin.

"He. Said. Yes!" I yell. Babs smiles. Everyone else starts poking Rumble with sticks.

I join in the poking while Babs watches this unravel.