Wacky Rivalsby Lunasservant1985ChaptersSweet Treats to eat. Through the not so looking glass of two shops.Can't sleep...don't ask me why.The two apprentices.Sweet Treats to eat. Sweet Treats to eat. The go to place for most of Canterlot High's alumni may be Sugar Cube Corner, but they don't know what they're missing. The Sweetstuff bakery was like a sugary oasis, mainly due to the fact that it was the last of the original shops that once made up the city's "Sweets and treats" district. Fifty years ago the street the bakery was on, had been one of many homemade candy stores; bakeries, ice cream shops, and other such places where the young old, the simple and elite alike could get something to sate their sweet tooth cravings. Times have a way of changing so much though; as many of those places had closed up and the owners moved on to greener acres in the intervening time. With only the criss-cross of sealed off alleyways, warehouses, and old train lines keeping the two shops from bring in close proximity. Never the less the Sweetstuff Bakery sat just off the corner of Holly Drive and Main, not far from would be Rival Sugar Cube Corner. With it's bricks painted the bright sugary blue of frosting, the masonry molding designed to look just like rolled fondant, in stone works influenced by clearly 18th and 19th century Old German architecture in the way the blue stones stacked up into curved arches on the roof top, add in the painted walls that had the shade one could only call banana yellow on the facade and vanilla white on the rooftop stones, and the building itself looked good enough to eat. The owner of the bakery, Giovanni Sweetstuff, brother to one Pauli Sweetstuff. Had opened the store the same way he always had in the twenty or so years since he inherited it from his father, as he inherited in from his father's father before him. The young man next to him smiled as the door to the bakery opened and the smell that all bakeries have. Bakery air immediately fills you up with the sickly sweet smell of cooking cupcakes, crisping croissants, and the distinct aroma of dough being laid out and hand rolled. The young John Sweetstuff took a deep whiff of that smell that entices the young and reawakens nostalgic memories in the older, turned to his older uncle beside him, and said. "It's good to be home Uncle Gio." As he gave the older Italian gentlemen a hug. "Ah Johnny my boy; It warms an old man's heart to see his brother's kid so enraptured by the pride and joy of the family name," he said as they made their way past the black and red checkerboard tiles, the black wrought iron chairs waiting for customers to sit in them with cups of Caffè crema and Getränkter Zitronencake. (Swiss Lemon Loaf) "You know someday this little slice of the old country will be yours." He said as his nephew took his spot behind the counter, he leaned over it too him with a look in his eye that seemed to be trying to see right through the young man, like he trying to see if he had the mettle to live up to the generations of hard work that had gone into the shop. John stood his ground as the old man's steely grey eyes locked with his from behind the the thin and wiry glasses he wore; he took a silent breath and replied. "Uncle Gio; I promise I'll take care of this place at all cost, whether some big food chain offers it to me for a million dollars or even if some other shop does better than us, I promise the family business will become my pride and joy...just as soon as I finish school." He added making them both break into bouts of hysterical laughter, but it was good laughter. "Thar's mah boyo, say speaking of which, when are you gonna be done with school anyway?" The old man asked him before retreating to his place in the back, his days work of baking about to start. "I...don't really know uncle, it's kinda complicated." He said as he hoped his uncle wouldn't press the issue further, its really not worth mentioning why. "Damn it boy, it feels like you've been in school forever." He called from the rear bake house. "It's no big deal uncle I'll be done soon I promise." He said choking on the bitterness of lying to an elder. Meanwhile at Sugar Cube Corner Mr. Cakes placed one arm around his lovely wife's waist as his other one felt around his pocket for the brass key to his own bakery. "It's so good to be getting back to work after a long weekend off eh dear?" He asked her as he gave her cheek a loving husband's kiss. Mrs. caked giggled at the touch of her husband's lips and kissed him back. "Hey come on now Valentino, we got customer's waiting and orders to fill." She said blushing so bright she looked like her blueberry strawberry swirl surprise cupcakes. (the surprise being the vanilla Crème fraîche filling) Mr. Cake finally found the key and slid it into the lock on the Sugar Cube corner door, but never once did he break the gaze of Cupcake's Aragonite pink eyes. He slowly inched his mouth to her's while softly saying. "I just...want to make each day special with you.'' He closed his eyes as did she, as their lips came in contact with...something smooth. Something clearly not each other's lips, because it tasted like bubble gum. The couple shot their eyes open to see the sides of their apprentice's (Pinkaminea "Pinkie" Diane pie) head. Pinkie had an ear to ear grin as they quickly backed away from the sides of her head they ended up kissing. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Cakes, Nice day huh? Are we going to start the shift now?" She pelted them with question after question as she happily skipped and bounced around on her blue boots. The Cakes loved Pinkie like an adopted daughter; hell she in some ways kinda was just that to them, but even now they felt that her antics might be a bit much when she broke up the moments they had as a loving couple. Pinkie Zipped through the door when Mr. Cakes opened it up and took her usual spot in the back; Pinkie wasted no time in throwing on the uniform she designed herself. (and had Rarity make for her) It consisted of a blue and pink cap that looked like a hard candy, an orange bow-tie and an orange and yellow striped apron. She immediately started darting from bowl to bowl stirring up batches of various dough's; batters, icings, fondants, fillings and icings. "That's our Pinkie." Mrs. Cake said as she and her husband looked at the mystery; wrapped in enigma, hiding in a flower pot, That's on a frog, on the bump on the log, in the hole in the bottom of the sea, that is their apprentice Pinkie Pie. The old districts the two bakeries where in weren't as far apart as you might think; if anything their was only one thing that blocked the Sweetstuff Bakery from being just within sight of Sugar Cube Corner, and that as a bunch of old warehouses that once separated the city districts between the two streets the buildings stood on. If you only took these old warehouses away the girl at the counter of Sugar Cube Corner would be able to look a few blocks down to the blue and vanilla white German influenced facade of the Sweetstuff Bakery, as could any potential customers. If you took the old strip of warehouses away the two shops could essential become...well in direct competition to each other. Both the aged single Italian gentleman and the young couple knew this, While the cakes didn't know much about Giovanni Sweetstuff, they where thankful the relics of the old days kept his store out of sight from theirs. The fact that most people in Canterlot City could choose either bakery without ever knowing that another one, was so close and stir up bad blood between the two stores was a blessing they all where thankful for, especially given something that had happened several years ago. It was something that made the two groups of owners while not hateful to each other, still somewhat bitter. It wouldn't exactly improve if say...a demolition crew where to demolish the old buildings and build new streets that would make the shops a bit closer to each other. So It wasn't a good sign when the bulldozers started revving up their engines and ripping into the old walls of the derelicts, nor did it improve when the tar and asphalt trucks started mixing up the pavings for the new streets that would link the stores and houses still being used. The cakes looked across the newly opened up wastleand of construction vehciles tearing one landscape down to build a new one up. Mr.Cake looked out the store window with his wife at the facade of the Sweetstuff Bakery for the first time in many years. "Hello Gio, Ready to see who's a bigger man in the baking bussiness?" He said cracking his kuckles and grinding his teeth, His wife took his hand and squeezed it softly. "Now dear, we made a vow that all that between you two was over and behind us." "It's just....I still remember how it was....for both of us when I was the apprentice around her and you where..." She raised a finger to his lips and shushed. "No, the past is the past and there are still five long blocks of Crossed streets and roundabouts between us, if we just don't look at his store no one else will." "You know I don't like any competion." "Then don't make it come to you." She said before gently nuzzling his cheeks with the loving care a happy wife could give her loving husband in a bond that was meant to last forever. "Yes dear." He said as the two bakers locked lips softly in the kiss their sweet (but wacky as all get-out) Apprentice had stolen away from them. Her lips; with the cherry blossom gloss, mixed with his blueberry mint toothpaste as they kissed; arms wrapping around their waists and the world fading away. Not even the gagging little school boy with the finger in his throat at the counter waiting to buy sweets could take the bliss away from them. From the opposite sides across the vacant lots becoming streets; Pinkie and John looked out the windows of the respective stores only once, and it was Pinkie thanks to her enhanced and strong "Pinkie senses," did she see all the way to the boy at the other store's counter and as she does whenever she first sees someone she never has before. "Pinkie cut that out you'll make the customers think you're having an asthma attack." Mr. cake said as he boxed up a dozen onion chive cheese bagels. "Okie dokie Loki" She replied gasping silently inside. Through the not so looking glass of two shops."Look at that place Johnny boy; It's like a child designed it on a sugar rush at Christmas!" The old baker said placing his hand on the large window pane of the Sweetstuff Bakery. Giovanni; now that the warehouses and abandoned shops had been demolished, could clear as day see past the waste of debris, wrecking balls, bulldozers, and various other bit of road construction to the other bakery. Though Sugar Cube corner had been fairly simple until recently, The Cakes had some redecorating done over the long weekend. Now its roof had a set of dark purple tiles that overlapped each other and with a special white sand mixed into the paint gave it the impression of a being made with sugar glaze, White masonry around these tiles gave the appearance of frosting, the canopy color had been changed to peppermint red and white, and green and white wintergreen posts stood just outside the door. "And they called the old district a Fu..."He stopped because a Mrs. Lovetap was glaring at him with her hands just over her little son Button's ears, knowing just what he was about to say. "fershluggener eyesore, Cake's probably got no shame or pride in their store. Making it look like that." "I'm sure they have their reasons for the choice in design Uncle Gio.'' He said placing an extra cookie in the bag for Button "Here you go, please forgive my uncle he's...not in a good mood today." He said to Mrs. Lovetap handing her her order, "The extra cookie's on me for the trouble." She lightened up a bit when he gave her the bag, thought it wasn't just the gesture. Let's just say word got around to the older single women and divorcees of Canterlot City about John Sweetstuff. "That cookie's coming out of you're salary." Giovanni said when the shop was empty again. "Hey you're the one with the Joe Pesci tongue today Uncle." He retorted defensively. "awww I'm sorry kiddo, it's that damn Sugar Cube Corner." "David H, Jones uncle Gio, what did the Cakes ever do to you?" He asked he looked as best as he could over the wasteland to the bright store past the black and grey of the construction sites. His uncle only sighed and opened the door to the bake house. "Carrot Cake stole something from me when he was just about you're age, something I never quite got back." The old Italian gentleman said with a solemn huff. "What he take? Your best batch of Bruttiboni?" "Baring you my boyo, he took the best damn worker this place ever had from me." Sugar Cube Corner Mrs. Cake opened the junk drawer behind the counter; She dug through the various buildup of used up pacifiers, cracked bottles, business cards, and then mini calendars from various car dealers, when the Mr. had dreams of spending the store's tax refund on a Lamborghini, and not a station wagon. (call them old fashioned to not go for the minivan) Finally she found it; a little pink book with fuzz on the cover and a cheap, long broken lock, a single word on the cover, Diary. "Honey bun?" Mr. Cake called from the kitchens, "you okay out there?" She got her hand ready to shut the drawer if he came out to see her. "Just peachy, my sweet slice of peach cobbler." She replied as she opened her old diary up to one of the latter entries in it, she read. Saw Carrot again today; cheese and sprinkles (I gotta learn to drop my Minnesotan speech and mannerisms) he's cute. He's not like the other guys around here, you got you're Mr. Perfects with fancy cars and designer jackets. I only want the shy kinda klutzy boy that the popular's would consider a dork. She chuckled at how much she had changed since her own days at C.H.S, had it really been that long? Old man Giovanni got on my case again today, he's not a terrible boss...per say, it's just that he's so archaic. Thinks I can't handle money; or the pressure of so many customers and should stay by the ovens, I know he wants to say because I'm a girl, that's why I should be at the baking, but he knows damn well I can so sue his sexist... She closed the book blushing hard, she had written a very harsh slur for Italians along with a vocabulary so colorful she was glad her mother never found this diary. The Sweetstuff Bakery The old Italian and his nephew set the plates on the little round cafe table that had been set up for breaks in the back of the bake house; one plate held a homemade slice of Sicilian pizza. authentically made; topped with onions, anchovies, tomatoes, herbs, and a good strong Caciocavallo cheese, it was a pizza you couldn't get from Fazbears. The older gentleman however preferred his antipasto of cold cuts and olives with imported cheese, with a nice cup of Caffè con zucchero (espresso with sugar) again something you couldn't get from a corner store or a Dunkin. "So as I was saying,' He said taking a long drag sip of coffee. "Cupcake was one the best workers I ever had in this place, Always smiling and cheerful, the way she could handle the toughest of rushes, and the desserts she made while here, I almost envy that Carrot fellow for being so lucky to have her, but I was too old and she too young even back then you know, and I knew it all the same." "So what happened that made you and Carrot tooth and nail rivals in business?" "I'm getting to that, but you can't rush recollections of the past, uh youngsters always in a hurry to get the end without....Anyway; If you had seen how I was on her though, You'd think I didn't appreciate her around here. It's no secret I was always trying to have her back here at the oven, and not handling the more...demanding positions a business such as this calls for. Some Including her took it as me being the "stubborn old Italian man stuck in the last century." That I did what I did because I was a man and she just a girl." He said as he stuffed a good portion of Pecorino; Bruschetta, and hot salami in his maw. "I only did things like that because I knew where her strengths and weakness where, In time I hoped to help conquer her weaknesses while building on her strengths. Cupcake could knead the biscotti dough as good as my beloved Maria, but when it came to working a cash register? The girl took half a minuet just to tally the totals up, and in a food service venture every second matters." John only took another bite as his uncle spoke. Sugar Cube Corner "Pinkie," Mr. Cake said while face palming himself. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the cash register?" He looked over at the silly pink party girl as she tapped on the beeping keys of the register to make a little tune she hummed along too. Pinkie figured that as their weren't any customers around, now as good a time as any to take a little break and loosen up. "Then go into the back and help the Mrs. with making some more peanut butter blast brownies, we're running low." "Okie Dokie Loki." Pinkie said happily skipping to the kitchen to help, but Mrs. Cake wasn't making any brownies, she had found...A very special section in her diary. I've only just started working with Carrot Cake here at Sugar Cube Corner; I want him to do so many things with me, things in the kitchen after hours. I want Carrot to splatter Crème fraîche on my cheeks and lips so I can lick it up sensually for him and then demand his own "special" Crème fraîche. I want to bend over the cold metal of the bread table with my hands tied up with sticky purple ropes of taffy, then he takes the cutting board with that handle that looks suspiciously like a paddle, I beg Carrot to spank me for being such a naughty girl doing this in his dad's bakery kitchen with him, and he does, hard. "Oh my!" Mrs. Cake said fanning herself panting hard as she blushed bright candy apple red. "I...forgot how...impetuous I was as a schoolgirl." She said as she found herself giving her left breast a hard squeeze as she continued reading. He's a little gangly, he's not very muscular, but I love him. I want him to kiss me with a mouthful of whipped cream that we swap and pass between our mouths until one of use swallows it, or it melts. Oh Carrot, I want to be you're girl so badly, forget about that girl Twilight Velvet, she's nice and very sweet and that Cloudy Quartz has a thing for that farm boy that owns the quarry. If I only had the courage to tell you just what I want to do with you just to show you how much I love you. Cupcake curled up and held her breath, dreaming of what could have been if she had only told Carrot about her fantasies. I want Carrot to take me with my body covered in sticky icing running down my back and slathered in dollops of frosting. I want to feel his male-hood impaling me as he scoops up the frosting and feeds it too me. "Oh yes Carrot cake, make me your're girl, fuck me, take me, make me scream and beg for more." "Carrot Cake!" She called sweating and flushed red her breath in her throat. "Can you please come here for a second...and Pinkie?" She asked turning to her apprentice taking the hot tray of brownies from the oven. "Yes Mrs. Cake?" She asked happily, unaware of just what was going through her boss's mind. "Can you...start closing up the shop?" She asked between heavy pants. "But it's not closing time yet." Pinkie said scratching her head. "We're closing early today, close everything up and go home okay?" Cupcake said trying to hide her...Inhibitions. "Okie Dokie Loki" She said happily bouncing out to the dining room as Carrot came into the room. "Everything okay back here Sugar Cookie?" He asked as she threw her diary at him. Cupcake Then proceeded to take a cutting board that look suspiciously like a paddle in one hand and a jar of Crème fraîche in the other. "Carrot? My slice of peachy keen peach pie." She said smiling softly but also...seductively. "There's something that we're long over due to have a little discussion about." She said popping the can of Crème fraîche open. Carrot Cake only gulped hard, broke out in a sweat and asked. "What uh....what'd you want to talk about...*GULP* Dear?" she placed a finger on his lips, he tasted sweet Crème fraîche on her finger tips. "Call me...Pet." She said as she leaned in to his lips and kissing him passionately, the couple swapping the sweet, creamy treat between each other sensually seeing who would accept it before it melted. Can't sleep...don't ask me why.Pinkie tossed and turned in her blanket; if their was one thing Pinkie didn't like, besides those times her gloomy side Pinkamena came out to play...and country music, it was not knowing enough about someone she thought she did. Pinkie thought back to the day Mr. Doodle came into town; how he had all that junk from his travels around the world from looking for Ms. (now Mrs.) Madillda. Pinkie had used every trick in her arsenal on making new friends and while it wasn't all that effective at first, she won him over in the end. Now she tried to dig deep inside her mind to find all she could about the turquoise haired boy she had only seen from a distance, she wasn't sure if she liked him that way, but Pinkie liked everyone in her own special way. Pinkie dug her stuffed alligator gummy from under her pillows and placed "him" on her night table his goofy plastic eyes seemed to stare off into two directions as she looked at him. "What do you think?" She asked looking at the plush reptile with a head tilt. "Do you think I should go over there since the cakes don't have me scheduled to go in tomorrow?" She asked him, but this word's "Gummy" was incapable of speaking, but in Pinkie's mind he said yes and to be her usual perky and friendly self. "Thanks Gummy, you always know what to say to help me." Pinkie said hugging her toy had before plopping herself back down onto the bed. and happily drifting off to sleep. She was in her Sugar Corner Uniform; and he was in one too, only he didn't look as happy as her when he wore it. "Pinkie do "I have to wear this thing?" John asks adjusting the almost silly looking bow tie the uniform called for. "Awwww Come on silly! Don't be such a Lemon-Head." Pinkie said as she placed surgar lemons on a meringue cakes with candy limes and a few gingerbread men. In the real world outside her dream, pinkie hugged her pillow letting out a cute little noise as she did. "Woah!" The boy in her dream said as the slightly loony Pink Party girl hugged him. "Pinkie what was that for?" He asked as he got back to scribbling "Happy Birthday Principal Celestia," on the vanilla lemon cake. Pinkie only hopped in place and giggled girlishly as she rubbed the top of his head ruffling his turqouise hair. "It's Because I like you!" She said as she placed a kiss on his cheek. "Easy Pinkie, it's only my first day you know." Pinkie in the real world nuzzled and rubbed her nose against her pillow. Pinkie in the dream then did the same to the boy in her dream and he blushed cherry drop red. "Pinkie please what if the Cakes come back?" He said as she licked the side of his cheek like it was a sugary treat. Pinkie only lowered her eyes to half lidded gaze and leaned back on the metal counter. She opened her uniform shirt up a bit, his eye brows raised in surprise, but so did the real Pinkie's as well. "So what if they come back, I think we should ask them to join us." She said with a sexy giggle as she let a few strips of fondant onto her neck and upper chest. "Come here and enjoy this sweet treat." She said sticking a finger out and beckoning the boy in her dream to come over to her. His mouth watered hungrily as he inched himself to the drippy fondant covered chest before... Pinkie snapped awake her eyes flying open, but she didn't spring up from her bed in shock, as the cliche often goes. Pinkie looked around to see that it was still late at night and she hadn't been dreaming for very long. She shook her head and looked around for Gummy. She found him looking at her from the side dresser, even though she had left him beside her on the pillow, Pinkie swore that her toys had a mind of their own sometimes. She was probably right. "That's it, no more stratagems on the next day's plan of action before bed." She said picking Gummy in one hand before gazing into his plastic eyes deeply. "Okay, Okay, and no more free range milk and peanut butter brownies before bed either...Goodnight Gummy." She said placing him beside her under her arm before crawling back to sleep, a content smile on her face as if there was nothing wrong at all. The two apprentices."Hey Johnny? What are you doing with that animal in my shop?!" John's uncle Giovanni said as his nephew fed the green, cross eyed gecko a bite of a soft squishy mango, the lizard took a few restrained bites and only looked at the hand feeding it with it's purple eyes crossed, but it was kinda cute the way it did that. "Found this little guy in the garden at home this morning uncle Gio, I think he'd make great company for you upstairs when I'm not here." John said as he placed the Gecko in a plastic carrying tank, The gecko only looked around a bit before licking its eye clean. "Ah Johnny my boy-o, I appreciate the offer but I'm more a cat person, you're gonna have to bring him back. His uncle said as he made his way back into the kitchen, leaving his nephew to mind the customers. John turned to the gecko in the cage one last time wondering just what to do with the little guy when a girl with long flowing hair like bubble gum walked into the bakery. "Oh uhmm, excuse me?" She said with a cute like voice that was like a few soft squeaks from a tiny mouse, "I was wondering if...what would you reccomend personally?" She said getting a little more confident as she blushed softly asking him. "Hey, aren't you that girl Fluttershy?" John asked the pink haired girl with a soft voice, as if he was talking to an animal the way she often did to her animals. "Uh yes I am." She said hiding behind a strand of her hair. "You're good with animals right?" He said placing the Gecko's cage on the counter. "Well I guess you could say I...'' "Can you take this green gecko off my hands for me Fluttershy?" He asked her. Fluttershy looked at the little lizard in the plastic cage as it stuck to the walls and climbed along them. "Oh, I'm sorry but, I have enough animals at home as it is, why my Angel is already quite a handful to me as it is." As she said this; a tiny rabbit poked his head out of her butterfly backpack and seemed to be annoyed with his owner. "Oh I'll take a slice of carrot cake for him while I'm here, but I still don't know just what to get for myself." She said reaching for a menu but before she could take it, John handed her a slice of Carrot cake and asked her. "Have you ever had Tiramisu Fluttershy?" He said placing a light; fluffy looking cake in a plastic container on the counter with the carrot cake slice. "Ooooh that sounds...fancy and exotic." She said her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cake. "It's not all that fancy, a bit since its make from egg wafers but not much else than that, It's still very good though try some?" He asked opening the lid and handing her a fork. Fluttershy took the fork and slowly took a restrained bite, she smiled and let out a soft sound of pleasure at the light fluffy sweet taste of the delectable cake. "Oh my! this is delicious!" How much is it? She asked him smiling and blushing in delight eyes closed in bliss at the taste that was practically dancing on her tongue and palette. John only Charged her for the carrot cake for the rabbit, but Fluttershy placed a big ten spot in the tip jar. "Thank you" She said smiling and blushing at him hard. "No...thank you." John said as he watched her leave, as she did, a pink girl with fluffy pink hair bounced into the shop and and up to counter , grinning ear to ear. "HIAEE!" She said bringing her nose to his before licking it softly. "mmmm you taste like...cream fresh from the fridge." She said before backing off from him with a blush. "Aren't you that girl around school that likes to act like there's always a birthday party going on?" He asked as he slipped more mango to the gecko. "IT IS always someone's brithday silly, When is it a day in the history of forevever that no one was born?" "Any day before people existed on the planet?" "Oh yeah." Pinkie said her hair flattening a bit, which was very odd seeing how almost nothing could make that mane be tame. but it quickly puffed again as pinkie noticed the green gecko in the cage on table. "Oh that's a cute friend you got there." Pinkie said reaching into the tank and picking him up. "Hey be sure to hold him by the body and not touch the head and tail." He said almost directly quoting pets 101 on geckos. "Ahh I gotcha friend." Pinkie said bringing the gecko to her nose, it promptly proceeded to bite down on her nose a few times, Pinkie only laughed. "Dosen't that hurt you?" John asked as he tilted his head at the gecko bitting her. "No Silly, he's got no teeth see!" She said as the gecko opened his mouth to show he did indeed have no teeth in his mouth. "Ha! all gums, some lizard." John said chuckling as it climbed through Pinkie's hair. "Hey...Gummy! that's what I think you should name him." She said taking the gecko from her hair and placing him back in his tank. "You want him? he's all yours nutty girl." He said noticing just how bizzare pinkie could get. "Really? you're just going to give me you're pet away like that?" Pinkie said looking a little confused. "Well youu called me your friend, so I guess you could call it my way of saying I am you're friend too Pinkie." "Hey how do you know my name when I havent told you it?" "Everyone knows you Pinkie, It's not that hard given how popular you are. Then again I thought you where supposed to be on top of everyone's name and birthdays." "Heh nobody's perfect buddy." She said happily taking the gecko in his and leaving. "By the way...when is you're birthday John?" "It's October 21st, ____, hey am I going crazy or did you hear just hear a censor beep when I said the year ____? There it is again." "Oh I think that's just the way of keeping things in ambuioty like our ages and how we can still be of age yet still in high school, wish fufilment am I right?" "Pinkie what are you talking about?" He said suddenly feeling a bit weired out by the girl. "Ohhhh nothing! hehee" "Pinkie say Candle jack." John said holding back a chuckle. "Candle Jack, why do you ask" "Why did you stop talking mid sentence?" "Because I said Candleja..." "You're one weird girl Pinkie...but I guess that's why I like you." Author's Note "And that's how I got my Equestria Girls version of Gummy, make him a gecko instead of a baby alligator, clever huh?"
Sweet Treats to eat. Sweet Treats to eat. The go to place for most of Canterlot High's alumni may be Sugar Cube Corner, but they don't know what they're missing. The Sweetstuff bakery was like a sugary oasis, mainly due to the fact that it was the last of the original shops that once made up the city's "Sweets and treats" district. Fifty years ago the street the bakery was on, had been one of many homemade candy stores; bakeries, ice cream shops, and other such places where the young old, the simple and elite alike could get something to sate their sweet tooth cravings. Times have a way of changing so much though; as many of those places had closed up and the owners moved on to greener acres in the intervening time. With only the criss-cross of sealed off alleyways, warehouses, and old train lines keeping the two shops from bring in close proximity. Never the less the Sweetstuff Bakery sat just off the corner of Holly Drive and Main, not far from would be Rival Sugar Cube Corner. With it's bricks painted the bright sugary blue of frosting, the masonry molding designed to look just like rolled fondant, in stone works influenced by clearly 18th and 19th century Old German architecture in the way the blue stones stacked up into curved arches on the roof top, add in the painted walls that had the shade one could only call banana yellow on the facade and vanilla white on the rooftop stones, and the building itself looked good enough to eat. The owner of the bakery, Giovanni Sweetstuff, brother to one Pauli Sweetstuff. Had opened the store the same way he always had in the twenty or so years since he inherited it from his father, as he inherited in from his father's father before him. The young man next to him smiled as the door to the bakery opened and the smell that all bakeries have. Bakery air immediately fills you up with the sickly sweet smell of cooking cupcakes, crisping croissants, and the distinct aroma of dough being laid out and hand rolled. The young John Sweetstuff took a deep whiff of that smell that entices the young and reawakens nostalgic memories in the older, turned to his older uncle beside him, and said. "It's good to be home Uncle Gio." As he gave the older Italian gentlemen a hug. "Ah Johnny my boy; It warms an old man's heart to see his brother's kid so enraptured by the pride and joy of the family name," he said as they made their way past the black and red checkerboard tiles, the black wrought iron chairs waiting for customers to sit in them with cups of Caffè crema and Getränkter Zitronencake. (Swiss Lemon Loaf) "You know someday this little slice of the old country will be yours." He said as his nephew took his spot behind the counter, he leaned over it too him with a look in his eye that seemed to be trying to see right through the young man, like he trying to see if he had the mettle to live up to the generations of hard work that had gone into the shop. John stood his ground as the old man's steely grey eyes locked with his from behind the the thin and wiry glasses he wore; he took a silent breath and replied. "Uncle Gio; I promise I'll take care of this place at all cost, whether some big food chain offers it to me for a million dollars or even if some other shop does better than us, I promise the family business will become my pride and joy...just as soon as I finish school." He added making them both break into bouts of hysterical laughter, but it was good laughter. "Thar's mah boyo, say speaking of which, when are you gonna be done with school anyway?" The old man asked him before retreating to his place in the back, his days work of baking about to start. "I...don't really know uncle, it's kinda complicated." He said as he hoped his uncle wouldn't press the issue further, its really not worth mentioning why. "Damn it boy, it feels like you've been in school forever." He called from the rear bake house. "It's no big deal uncle I'll be done soon I promise." He said choking on the bitterness of lying to an elder. Meanwhile at Sugar Cube Corner Mr. Cakes placed one arm around his lovely wife's waist as his other one felt around his pocket for the brass key to his own bakery. "It's so good to be getting back to work after a long weekend off eh dear?" He asked her as he gave her cheek a loving husband's kiss. Mrs. caked giggled at the touch of her husband's lips and kissed him back. "Hey come on now Valentino, we got customer's waiting and orders to fill." She said blushing so bright she looked like her blueberry strawberry swirl surprise cupcakes. (the surprise being the vanilla Crème fraîche filling) Mr. Cake finally found the key and slid it into the lock on the Sugar Cube corner door, but never once did he break the gaze of Cupcake's Aragonite pink eyes. He slowly inched his mouth to her's while softly saying. "I just...want to make each day special with you.'' He closed his eyes as did she, as their lips came in contact with...something smooth. Something clearly not each other's lips, because it tasted like bubble gum. The couple shot their eyes open to see the sides of their apprentice's (Pinkaminea "Pinkie" Diane pie) head. Pinkie had an ear to ear grin as they quickly backed away from the sides of her head they ended up kissing. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Cakes, Nice day huh? Are we going to start the shift now?" She pelted them with question after question as she happily skipped and bounced around on her blue boots. The Cakes loved Pinkie like an adopted daughter; hell she in some ways kinda was just that to them, but even now they felt that her antics might be a bit much when she broke up the moments they had as a loving couple. Pinkie Zipped through the door when Mr. Cakes opened it up and took her usual spot in the back; Pinkie wasted no time in throwing on the uniform she designed herself. (and had Rarity make for her) It consisted of a blue and pink cap that looked like a hard candy, an orange bow-tie and an orange and yellow striped apron. She immediately started darting from bowl to bowl stirring up batches of various dough's; batters, icings, fondants, fillings and icings. "That's our Pinkie." Mrs. Cake said as she and her husband looked at the mystery; wrapped in enigma, hiding in a flower pot, That's on a frog, on the bump on the log, in the hole in the bottom of the sea, that is their apprentice Pinkie Pie. The old districts the two bakeries where in weren't as far apart as you might think; if anything their was only one thing that blocked the Sweetstuff Bakery from being just within sight of Sugar Cube Corner, and that as a bunch of old warehouses that once separated the city districts between the two streets the buildings stood on. If you only took these old warehouses away the girl at the counter of Sugar Cube Corner would be able to look a few blocks down to the blue and vanilla white German influenced facade of the Sweetstuff Bakery, as could any potential customers. If you took the old strip of warehouses away the two shops could essential become...well in direct competition to each other. Both the aged single Italian gentleman and the young couple knew this, While the cakes didn't know much about Giovanni Sweetstuff, they where thankful the relics of the old days kept his store out of sight from theirs. The fact that most people in Canterlot City could choose either bakery without ever knowing that another one, was so close and stir up bad blood between the two stores was a blessing they all where thankful for, especially given something that had happened several years ago. It was something that made the two groups of owners while not hateful to each other, still somewhat bitter. It wouldn't exactly improve if say...a demolition crew where to demolish the old buildings and build new streets that would make the shops a bit closer to each other. So It wasn't a good sign when the bulldozers started revving up their engines and ripping into the old walls of the derelicts, nor did it improve when the tar and asphalt trucks started mixing up the pavings for the new streets that would link the stores and houses still being used. The cakes looked across the newly opened up wastleand of construction vehciles tearing one landscape down to build a new one up. Mr.Cake looked out the store window with his wife at the facade of the Sweetstuff Bakery for the first time in many years. "Hello Gio, Ready to see who's a bigger man in the baking bussiness?" He said cracking his kuckles and grinding his teeth, His wife took his hand and squeezed it softly. "Now dear, we made a vow that all that between you two was over and behind us." "It's just....I still remember how it was....for both of us when I was the apprentice around her and you where..." She raised a finger to his lips and shushed. "No, the past is the past and there are still five long blocks of Crossed streets and roundabouts between us, if we just don't look at his store no one else will." "You know I don't like any competion." "Then don't make it come to you." She said before gently nuzzling his cheeks with the loving care a happy wife could give her loving husband in a bond that was meant to last forever. "Yes dear." He said as the two bakers locked lips softly in the kiss their sweet (but wacky as all get-out) Apprentice had stolen away from them. Her lips; with the cherry blossom gloss, mixed with his blueberry mint toothpaste as they kissed; arms wrapping around their waists and the world fading away. Not even the gagging little school boy with the finger in his throat at the counter waiting to buy sweets could take the bliss away from them. From the opposite sides across the vacant lots becoming streets; Pinkie and John looked out the windows of the respective stores only once, and it was Pinkie thanks to her enhanced and strong "Pinkie senses," did she see all the way to the boy at the other store's counter and as she does whenever she first sees someone she never has before. "Pinkie cut that out you'll make the customers think you're having an asthma attack." Mr. cake said as he boxed up a dozen onion chive cheese bagels. "Okie dokie Loki" She replied gasping silently inside.
Through the not so looking glass of two shops."Look at that place Johnny boy; It's like a child designed it on a sugar rush at Christmas!" The old baker said placing his hand on the large window pane of the Sweetstuff Bakery. Giovanni; now that the warehouses and abandoned shops had been demolished, could clear as day see past the waste of debris, wrecking balls, bulldozers, and various other bit of road construction to the other bakery. Though Sugar Cube corner had been fairly simple until recently, The Cakes had some redecorating done over the long weekend. Now its roof had a set of dark purple tiles that overlapped each other and with a special white sand mixed into the paint gave it the impression of a being made with sugar glaze, White masonry around these tiles gave the appearance of frosting, the canopy color had been changed to peppermint red and white, and green and white wintergreen posts stood just outside the door. "And they called the old district a Fu..."He stopped because a Mrs. Lovetap was glaring at him with her hands just over her little son Button's ears, knowing just what he was about to say. "fershluggener eyesore, Cake's probably got no shame or pride in their store. Making it look like that." "I'm sure they have their reasons for the choice in design Uncle Gio.'' He said placing an extra cookie in the bag for Button "Here you go, please forgive my uncle he's...not in a good mood today." He said to Mrs. Lovetap handing her her order, "The extra cookie's on me for the trouble." She lightened up a bit when he gave her the bag, thought it wasn't just the gesture. Let's just say word got around to the older single women and divorcees of Canterlot City about John Sweetstuff. "That cookie's coming out of you're salary." Giovanni said when the shop was empty again. "Hey you're the one with the Joe Pesci tongue today Uncle." He retorted defensively. "awww I'm sorry kiddo, it's that damn Sugar Cube Corner." "David H, Jones uncle Gio, what did the Cakes ever do to you?" He asked he looked as best as he could over the wasteland to the bright store past the black and grey of the construction sites. His uncle only sighed and opened the door to the bake house. "Carrot Cake stole something from me when he was just about you're age, something I never quite got back." The old Italian gentleman said with a solemn huff. "What he take? Your best batch of Bruttiboni?" "Baring you my boyo, he took the best damn worker this place ever had from me." Sugar Cube Corner Mrs. Cake opened the junk drawer behind the counter; She dug through the various buildup of used up pacifiers, cracked bottles, business cards, and then mini calendars from various car dealers, when the Mr. had dreams of spending the store's tax refund on a Lamborghini, and not a station wagon. (call them old fashioned to not go for the minivan) Finally she found it; a little pink book with fuzz on the cover and a cheap, long broken lock, a single word on the cover, Diary. "Honey bun?" Mr. Cake called from the kitchens, "you okay out there?" She got her hand ready to shut the drawer if he came out to see her. "Just peachy, my sweet slice of peach cobbler." She replied as she opened her old diary up to one of the latter entries in it, she read. Saw Carrot again today; cheese and sprinkles (I gotta learn to drop my Minnesotan speech and mannerisms) he's cute. He's not like the other guys around here, you got you're Mr. Perfects with fancy cars and designer jackets. I only want the shy kinda klutzy boy that the popular's would consider a dork. She chuckled at how much she had changed since her own days at C.H.S, had it really been that long? Old man Giovanni got on my case again today, he's not a terrible boss...per say, it's just that he's so archaic. Thinks I can't handle money; or the pressure of so many customers and should stay by the ovens, I know he wants to say because I'm a girl, that's why I should be at the baking, but he knows damn well I can so sue his sexist... She closed the book blushing hard, she had written a very harsh slur for Italians along with a vocabulary so colorful she was glad her mother never found this diary. The Sweetstuff Bakery The old Italian and his nephew set the plates on the little round cafe table that had been set up for breaks in the back of the bake house; one plate held a homemade slice of Sicilian pizza. authentically made; topped with onions, anchovies, tomatoes, herbs, and a good strong Caciocavallo cheese, it was a pizza you couldn't get from Fazbears. The older gentleman however preferred his antipasto of cold cuts and olives with imported cheese, with a nice cup of Caffè con zucchero (espresso with sugar) again something you couldn't get from a corner store or a Dunkin. "So as I was saying,' He said taking a long drag sip of coffee. "Cupcake was one the best workers I ever had in this place, Always smiling and cheerful, the way she could handle the toughest of rushes, and the desserts she made while here, I almost envy that Carrot fellow for being so lucky to have her, but I was too old and she too young even back then you know, and I knew it all the same." "So what happened that made you and Carrot tooth and nail rivals in business?" "I'm getting to that, but you can't rush recollections of the past, uh youngsters always in a hurry to get the end without....Anyway; If you had seen how I was on her though, You'd think I didn't appreciate her around here. It's no secret I was always trying to have her back here at the oven, and not handling the more...demanding positions a business such as this calls for. Some Including her took it as me being the "stubborn old Italian man stuck in the last century." That I did what I did because I was a man and she just a girl." He said as he stuffed a good portion of Pecorino; Bruschetta, and hot salami in his maw. "I only did things like that because I knew where her strengths and weakness where, In time I hoped to help conquer her weaknesses while building on her strengths. Cupcake could knead the biscotti dough as good as my beloved Maria, but when it came to working a cash register? The girl took half a minuet just to tally the totals up, and in a food service venture every second matters." John only took another bite as his uncle spoke. Sugar Cube Corner "Pinkie," Mr. Cake said while face palming himself. "How many times do I have to tell you not to play with the cash register?" He looked over at the silly pink party girl as she tapped on the beeping keys of the register to make a little tune she hummed along too. Pinkie figured that as their weren't any customers around, now as good a time as any to take a little break and loosen up. "Then go into the back and help the Mrs. with making some more peanut butter blast brownies, we're running low." "Okie Dokie Loki." Pinkie said happily skipping to the kitchen to help, but Mrs. Cake wasn't making any brownies, she had found...A very special section in her diary. I've only just started working with Carrot Cake here at Sugar Cube Corner; I want him to do so many things with me, things in the kitchen after hours. I want Carrot to splatter Crème fraîche on my cheeks and lips so I can lick it up sensually for him and then demand his own "special" Crème fraîche. I want to bend over the cold metal of the bread table with my hands tied up with sticky purple ropes of taffy, then he takes the cutting board with that handle that looks suspiciously like a paddle, I beg Carrot to spank me for being such a naughty girl doing this in his dad's bakery kitchen with him, and he does, hard. "Oh my!" Mrs. Cake said fanning herself panting hard as she blushed bright candy apple red. "I...forgot how...impetuous I was as a schoolgirl." She said as she found herself giving her left breast a hard squeeze as she continued reading. He's a little gangly, he's not very muscular, but I love him. I want him to kiss me with a mouthful of whipped cream that we swap and pass between our mouths until one of use swallows it, or it melts. Oh Carrot, I want to be you're girl so badly, forget about that girl Twilight Velvet, she's nice and very sweet and that Cloudy Quartz has a thing for that farm boy that owns the quarry. If I only had the courage to tell you just what I want to do with you just to show you how much I love you. Cupcake curled up and held her breath, dreaming of what could have been if she had only told Carrot about her fantasies. I want Carrot to take me with my body covered in sticky icing running down my back and slathered in dollops of frosting. I want to feel his male-hood impaling me as he scoops up the frosting and feeds it too me. "Oh yes Carrot cake, make me your're girl, fuck me, take me, make me scream and beg for more." "Carrot Cake!" She called sweating and flushed red her breath in her throat. "Can you please come here for a second...and Pinkie?" She asked turning to her apprentice taking the hot tray of brownies from the oven. "Yes Mrs. Cake?" She asked happily, unaware of just what was going through her boss's mind. "Can you...start closing up the shop?" She asked between heavy pants. "But it's not closing time yet." Pinkie said scratching her head. "We're closing early today, close everything up and go home okay?" Cupcake said trying to hide her...Inhibitions. "Okie Dokie Loki" She said happily bouncing out to the dining room as Carrot came into the room. "Everything okay back here Sugar Cookie?" He asked as she threw her diary at him. Cupcake Then proceeded to take a cutting board that look suspiciously like a paddle in one hand and a jar of Crème fraîche in the other. "Carrot? My slice of peachy keen peach pie." She said smiling softly but also...seductively. "There's something that we're long over due to have a little discussion about." She said popping the can of Crème fraîche open. Carrot Cake only gulped hard, broke out in a sweat and asked. "What uh....what'd you want to talk about...*GULP* Dear?" she placed a finger on his lips, he tasted sweet Crème fraîche on her finger tips. "Call me...Pet." She said as she leaned in to his lips and kissing him passionately, the couple swapping the sweet, creamy treat between each other sensually seeing who would accept it before it melted.
Can't sleep...don't ask me why.Pinkie tossed and turned in her blanket; if their was one thing Pinkie didn't like, besides those times her gloomy side Pinkamena came out to play...and country music, it was not knowing enough about someone she thought she did. Pinkie thought back to the day Mr. Doodle came into town; how he had all that junk from his travels around the world from looking for Ms. (now Mrs.) Madillda. Pinkie had used every trick in her arsenal on making new friends and while it wasn't all that effective at first, she won him over in the end. Now she tried to dig deep inside her mind to find all she could about the turquoise haired boy she had only seen from a distance, she wasn't sure if she liked him that way, but Pinkie liked everyone in her own special way. Pinkie dug her stuffed alligator gummy from under her pillows and placed "him" on her night table his goofy plastic eyes seemed to stare off into two directions as she looked at him. "What do you think?" She asked looking at the plush reptile with a head tilt. "Do you think I should go over there since the cakes don't have me scheduled to go in tomorrow?" She asked him, but this word's "Gummy" was incapable of speaking, but in Pinkie's mind he said yes and to be her usual perky and friendly self. "Thanks Gummy, you always know what to say to help me." Pinkie said hugging her toy had before plopping herself back down onto the bed. and happily drifting off to sleep. She was in her Sugar Corner Uniform; and he was in one too, only he didn't look as happy as her when he wore it. "Pinkie do "I have to wear this thing?" John asks adjusting the almost silly looking bow tie the uniform called for. "Awwww Come on silly! Don't be such a Lemon-Head." Pinkie said as she placed surgar lemons on a meringue cakes with candy limes and a few gingerbread men. In the real world outside her dream, pinkie hugged her pillow letting out a cute little noise as she did. "Woah!" The boy in her dream said as the slightly loony Pink Party girl hugged him. "Pinkie what was that for?" He asked as he got back to scribbling "Happy Birthday Principal Celestia," on the vanilla lemon cake. Pinkie only hopped in place and giggled girlishly as she rubbed the top of his head ruffling his turqouise hair. "It's Because I like you!" She said as she placed a kiss on his cheek. "Easy Pinkie, it's only my first day you know." Pinkie in the real world nuzzled and rubbed her nose against her pillow. Pinkie in the dream then did the same to the boy in her dream and he blushed cherry drop red. "Pinkie please what if the Cakes come back?" He said as she licked the side of his cheek like it was a sugary treat. Pinkie only lowered her eyes to half lidded gaze and leaned back on the metal counter. She opened her uniform shirt up a bit, his eye brows raised in surprise, but so did the real Pinkie's as well. "So what if they come back, I think we should ask them to join us." She said with a sexy giggle as she let a few strips of fondant onto her neck and upper chest. "Come here and enjoy this sweet treat." She said sticking a finger out and beckoning the boy in her dream to come over to her. His mouth watered hungrily as he inched himself to the drippy fondant covered chest before... Pinkie snapped awake her eyes flying open, but she didn't spring up from her bed in shock, as the cliche often goes. Pinkie looked around to see that it was still late at night and she hadn't been dreaming for very long. She shook her head and looked around for Gummy. She found him looking at her from the side dresser, even though she had left him beside her on the pillow, Pinkie swore that her toys had a mind of their own sometimes. She was probably right. "That's it, no more stratagems on the next day's plan of action before bed." She said picking Gummy in one hand before gazing into his plastic eyes deeply. "Okay, Okay, and no more free range milk and peanut butter brownies before bed either...Goodnight Gummy." She said placing him beside her under her arm before crawling back to sleep, a content smile on her face as if there was nothing wrong at all.
The two apprentices."Hey Johnny? What are you doing with that animal in my shop?!" John's uncle Giovanni said as his nephew fed the green, cross eyed gecko a bite of a soft squishy mango, the lizard took a few restrained bites and only looked at the hand feeding it with it's purple eyes crossed, but it was kinda cute the way it did that. "Found this little guy in the garden at home this morning uncle Gio, I think he'd make great company for you upstairs when I'm not here." John said as he placed the Gecko in a plastic carrying tank, The gecko only looked around a bit before licking its eye clean. "Ah Johnny my boy-o, I appreciate the offer but I'm more a cat person, you're gonna have to bring him back. His uncle said as he made his way back into the kitchen, leaving his nephew to mind the customers. John turned to the gecko in the cage one last time wondering just what to do with the little guy when a girl with long flowing hair like bubble gum walked into the bakery. "Oh uhmm, excuse me?" She said with a cute like voice that was like a few soft squeaks from a tiny mouse, "I was wondering if...what would you reccomend personally?" She said getting a little more confident as she blushed softly asking him. "Hey, aren't you that girl Fluttershy?" John asked the pink haired girl with a soft voice, as if he was talking to an animal the way she often did to her animals. "Uh yes I am." She said hiding behind a strand of her hair. "You're good with animals right?" He said placing the Gecko's cage on the counter. "Well I guess you could say I...'' "Can you take this green gecko off my hands for me Fluttershy?" He asked her. Fluttershy looked at the little lizard in the plastic cage as it stuck to the walls and climbed along them. "Oh, I'm sorry but, I have enough animals at home as it is, why my Angel is already quite a handful to me as it is." As she said this; a tiny rabbit poked his head out of her butterfly backpack and seemed to be annoyed with his owner. "Oh I'll take a slice of carrot cake for him while I'm here, but I still don't know just what to get for myself." She said reaching for a menu but before she could take it, John handed her a slice of Carrot cake and asked her. "Have you ever had Tiramisu Fluttershy?" He said placing a light; fluffy looking cake in a plastic container on the counter with the carrot cake slice. "Ooooh that sounds...fancy and exotic." She said her eyes lighting up at the sight of the cake. "It's not all that fancy, a bit since its make from egg wafers but not much else than that, It's still very good though try some?" He asked opening the lid and handing her a fork. Fluttershy took the fork and slowly took a restrained bite, she smiled and let out a soft sound of pleasure at the light fluffy sweet taste of the delectable cake. "Oh my! this is delicious!" How much is it? She asked him smiling and blushing in delight eyes closed in bliss at the taste that was practically dancing on her tongue and palette. John only Charged her for the carrot cake for the rabbit, but Fluttershy placed a big ten spot in the tip jar. "Thank you" She said smiling and blushing at him hard. "No...thank you." John said as he watched her leave, as she did, a pink girl with fluffy pink hair bounced into the shop and and up to counter , grinning ear to ear. "HIAEE!" She said bringing her nose to his before licking it softly. "mmmm you taste like...cream fresh from the fridge." She said before backing off from him with a blush. "Aren't you that girl around school that likes to act like there's always a birthday party going on?" He asked as he slipped more mango to the gecko. "IT IS always someone's brithday silly, When is it a day in the history of forevever that no one was born?" "Any day before people existed on the planet?" "Oh yeah." Pinkie said her hair flattening a bit, which was very odd seeing how almost nothing could make that mane be tame. but it quickly puffed again as pinkie noticed the green gecko in the cage on table. "Oh that's a cute friend you got there." Pinkie said reaching into the tank and picking him up. "Hey be sure to hold him by the body and not touch the head and tail." He said almost directly quoting pets 101 on geckos. "Ahh I gotcha friend." Pinkie said bringing the gecko to her nose, it promptly proceeded to bite down on her nose a few times, Pinkie only laughed. "Dosen't that hurt you?" John asked as he tilted his head at the gecko bitting her. "No Silly, he's got no teeth see!" She said as the gecko opened his mouth to show he did indeed have no teeth in his mouth. "Ha! all gums, some lizard." John said chuckling as it climbed through Pinkie's hair. "Hey...Gummy! that's what I think you should name him." She said taking the gecko from her hair and placing him back in his tank. "You want him? he's all yours nutty girl." He said noticing just how bizzare pinkie could get. "Really? you're just going to give me you're pet away like that?" Pinkie said looking a little confused. "Well youu called me your friend, so I guess you could call it my way of saying I am you're friend too Pinkie." "Hey how do you know my name when I havent told you it?" "Everyone knows you Pinkie, It's not that hard given how popular you are. Then again I thought you where supposed to be on top of everyone's name and birthdays." "Heh nobody's perfect buddy." She said happily taking the gecko in his and leaving. "By the way...when is you're birthday John?" "It's October 21st, ____, hey am I going crazy or did you hear just hear a censor beep when I said the year ____? There it is again." "Oh I think that's just the way of keeping things in ambuioty like our ages and how we can still be of age yet still in high school, wish fufilment am I right?" "Pinkie what are you talking about?" He said suddenly feeling a bit weired out by the girl. "Ohhhh nothing! hehee" "Pinkie say Candle jack." John said holding back a chuckle. "Candle Jack, why do you ask" "Why did you stop talking mid sentence?" "Because I said Candleja..." "You're one weird girl Pinkie...but I guess that's why I like you." Author's Note "And that's how I got my Equestria Girls version of Gummy, make him a gecko instead of a baby alligator, clever huh?"
