When Rock Meets Apple

by IamI

Rating: teen
Tags: Human, Romance, Equestria Girls, Maud Pie, Big Macintosh, Slice of Life
Length: 2662

Maud meets Big Mac and likes what she see's. Part 7 of the Goddess Saga.

While dropping Pinkie off for band practice at Applejacks place; Maud see's Big Mac working. Feeling strange desires she never felt before, she decides to meet him. The closed off oldest siblings of their families find they have much in common and decide to date.

Cover art shows them in pony form but this is set in the Equestria Girls universe. This was the only "family friendly" image I could find of them.

Published 2015-11-15 07:20:01 UTC
Last updated 2015-11-21 05:00:55 UTC

At First Glance

Maud pulled up to the Apple barn where Pinkie's band practiced when school was out. Having just turned sixteen, Pinkie would soon be getting her own drivers license and thus free Maud from this chore. Well if she were to be honest, it wasn't that much of a chore. As the second born, Pinkie was the closest to her of her three little sisters. When Maud moved out to go to college, she insisted Pinkie come with her. Her parents were reluctant at first, but they gave in.

At times Maud felt more like Pinkie's mother than big sister. For the last four years, from the time she was eighteen to now, twenty-two, she had looked after Pinkie. Looking after any child was hard enough, but for Pinkie, the living embodiment of childhood; it was more than most parenting situations. But that was one of the things Maud loved about Pinkie. Pinkie was just so out there; so full of life and unfiltered. Maud, on the other hand, was beat down and emotionally dead inside due to her parents strict, Christian-conservative upbringing. It was one of the reasons she insisted Pinkie come with her so she could avoid the same as her.

Maud stopped the car and let Pinkie get out. The girl was so excited, she started running off without checking with Maud as to when she would be back to pick her up. It didn't matter Maud supposed. Their practices usually only lasted two hours. So it was 2pm now, so she would be back at four. If nothing else, Pinkie could call her if she needed picked up earlier.

As Maud got ready to drive off, she saw a young, shirtless man loading creates of apples on to a flat bed truck with fenced sides. She could see from here that he was tall and superbly muscled. Every muscle was well defined, his pecks, delts, lats, triceps, biceps, even his abs. While large and well defined, they weren't too large as to look disgusting or over the top. His skin was tan with a coat of sweat that glistened in the sun. His body looked hairless, but that could just be because he was blond. He had a proud, masculine chin, longish blond hair, and piercing green eyes. He wore lose fitting jeans and a belt that kept them from falling down. Although she had never met him before, Maud assumed this was "Big Mac" of whom her sister talked about.

For the first time in her life she felt something; something weird. She looked at this boy-man and wanted to be closer to him. She also found she wanted to talk to him. But more so, she wanted to run her hands over his bare chest. Was this attraction ? She had never felt it before but from what she had read; this is what it must be. Almost automatically she turned the car off, got out, and walked over to him.

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Big Mac was loading apples on to the truck to be taken to the apple sauce factory. It was a small, regional brand; but they pay well. He had been out all day, picking and sorting the apples himself; and now he was putting them on the truck. Such was his life. He wanted more but as the eldest of the three siblings and the only male in the family, he felt duty bound to stay and work the farm. It was his families business and he couldn't stand to see it fall. Hopefully his sisters could escape. They were his hope. He was only two years older than Applejack, but sometimes he felt more like a father than a brother. After their dad died when he was seven, he really did become the man of the family.

As he was working; he saw a young woman walking over to him. She had long, black hair with Betty Page bangs. She had on dark eye make-up and indigo lip stick which contrasted with her pale skin. She had had high, model cheek bones and a soft chin. She wore a grey t-shirt which was untucked. Around that, she had an oversized black belt. She had black, skinny jeans on and black Converse sneakers. All in all, her look could best be described as slob goth.

On a lesser woman, this look would be a train wreck; but on her it worked. The hair, make-up, and skin gave her both a fragile but stern appearance. Her shirt was a bit oversized, but her ample chest was still clearly outlined. The belt made her hips pop out. All in all, Big Mac thought she was one of the sexiest women he had ever seen. Now if he just knew who she was.

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Maud walked up to Big Mac and said without any sort of emotion, "I'm Maud, Pinkie's older sister."

Big Mac just smiled and replied, "Macintosh. I'm Applejacks big brother. Most people call me Big Mac."

Maud just looked at him with no expression, barely blinking. "Like the sandwich?"

Big Mac tilted his in thought for a moment. "Nope. Don't think so."

"Oh, because Mc Donald's has a sandwich called a big mac."

"Yup."

The two just stared at each other not saying a word. To some it might have seemed awkward. For others it might have looked creepy. Maud just looked at Mac with no expression and he looked at her with a good natured look on his face. Finally Maud spoke.

"Would you like to go on a date sometime?" she asked flatly.

"Yup," Big Mac answered.

"Meet me at Denny's, this Friday at nine p.m. ."

"Yup."

With that, Maud turned around and walked off while Big Mac went right back to work. To some, all this would have appeared strange; but for these two quiet, damaged people, it was the most romantic day of their lives thus far.

Author's Note

Yes, I'm going there again. I like these two and honestly feel they "belong" together. But I never did want to focus on the mane 7 exclusively. I feel this world is best explored through all the characters. Also, as magic plays a bigger role in the upcoming stories, I really need and want a simple, real life, based story or sub plot to keep me interested (I'm really not a big magic fan) and the story grounded. The magic is for you, this is for me.

And for those who think I'm on a shipping tare, well relationships are a big deal in every persons life, especially late teens/early twenties. Each ship gives me the chance to explore love from a different angle. It's not meant to be gratuitous, but just part of the natural flow of growing up.

Other Half

Big Mac walked through the doors of Denny's exactly at 9pm. He had on his best cowboy hat, a white, button-up shirt, his nicest pair of jeans with no belt, and good cowboy boots. He looked around but didn't see Maud anywhere. Maybe she was running late. Maybe she was in the bathroom. Maybe she wasn't coming.

He was suddenly concerned. It had all seemed too good to be true; the beautiful woman who walked up to him out of no where and asked him out. That was the stuff of fantasy, not real life. Now what? If she didn't show? But she didn't seem like the type. Big Mac was brought out of his thoughts by the hostess.

"Hi, welcome to Denny's. Just one?" Asked the hostess.

Big Mac was nervous. Should he say a two? Should he just say he was waiting for his date? He didn't know what to do.

"Two," a voice from behind Big Mac said in a familiar dead. He turned and saw Maud standing behind him - in a Denny's uniform. "I work here part time. My shift just finished. It saved time coming here. Plus I get a discount."

Big Mac shrugged and turned to the hostess who looked to be in a severe state of shock. After a minute she recovered and showed Big Mac and Maud to their table. The two sat down and said nothing. The hostess walk away, but kept looking back as if she was seeing Big Foot on a date with the Lochness Monster.

Big Mac turned to Maud. "She looks surprised."

"I'm not a people person," Maud said.

Big Mac looked around and saw every server and cook looking over at them. Some had their mouths opened, some whispered back and forth, even what looked to be the manager came out and looked. He turned to Maud again. "Mustn' be." And then the two sat in silence until a server timidly came up to them.

"Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaayyy I get you any drinks?" she asked as if she where Oliver Twist asking for more soup.

"I'll have water," Maud said.

"Same," Big Mac also replied.

The server threw their menus down and ran off. Big Mac and Maud continued to sit and say nothing until the server brought their drinks back. "Ready to order?" she asked again in that voice that was somewhere between terrified and shocked.

"Plain pancakes and toast," Maud ordered

"Plain hamburger please. No fries."

"Ok. I'll put this right in," the server said and almost ran off.

"I'm surprised you didn't order anything apple related," Maud said.

"I don't like apples," Big Mac replied.

"Bummer."

Big Mac shrugged. "I gotta pick 'em and sell 'em, not eat 'em."

"I love rocks. I have a pet rock." Maud reached into her purse and pulled out a rock and placed it on the table. "His name is boulder."

Big Mac looked at it, nodded, and said, "We have a dog, Wynona." There was no hint of judgement or surprise in his voice. She had a pet rock and he had a pet dog; nothing more than that.

They sat in silence for a while longer. But yet it wasn't an awkward silence. Both would look at each other, smile, take a drink, and that was it. Neither felt pressured to talk or try to start up some conversation for the sake of having one. They just sat there, enjoying the presence of the other. Eventually Maud did speak.

"You don't talk much," she said unemotionally. "I like that."

Big Mac shrugged. "Nope. Then neither do you."

"As I said; I'm not a people person."

Big Mac looked into her eyes with a somewhat curious expression. "So why ask me out?"

Maud blinked. "What has Pinkie told you about our family?" she asked.

"Your family owns a mining company. You're in college for geology. You don't get along with your parents."

"My parents are ultra-conservative Christians. They believe the only true joy is found in heaven and did the best they could to make that true. They crushed my soul like so much lime and sand stone. I feel nothing. I feel no Happiness or sadness. I feel no joy or sorrow. I am completely dead inside.

"When I saw you after I dropped Pinkie off, I actually felt something. I can't say if it was a good feeling or not since I have nothing to compare it to. I figured if you could elicit that from me, it would be worth seeing what else I might feel in your presence." For such a powerful statement; Maud's voice never varied in pitch and her expression remained blank.

"Maybe I'm your other half," Big Mac simply said. Maud gave him a somewhat quizzical look so he continued. "Now, the ancient Greeks, they believed that there were originally three genders: male, female, hermaphrodite. Each person had two heads, four arms, four legs, the men had two, uh, well two and four. The women had four breast, two who-has, and the hermies, well they had one of each.

"Ok, so Zeus is up there on Mount Olympus and he sees these creatures and fears they'll become more powerful than the gods. So he splits everyone in two. Well the people can't handle this. They all go about searchin' for their missing half. That's what love is. Each person, looking for their other half so they can be whole again."

Maud just stared at him with her emotionless gaze. "I was not expecting you to know that," she said flatly.

Big Mac shrugged again. "You was right, I don't talk much. I learned a long time ago there aint no point in talking when no cares about what you got to say. I asked God not to take my momma; then I asked him not to take my pa. He did anyways. I figured if he wasn't gonna listen to me, no one else would."

Big Mac looked off into space, not focusing on anything for a moment; then continued. "When folks look at me, what do they see? A two bit, hayseed farm boy. I aint suppose to speak up or have thoughts or anything. I'm just supposed to do. Since I was seven I've been told I was the man of the house and I had to step up and take care of things. You don't go tellin' a little boy that. There's so much I want to do in this life; so many places I want to go. But I can't, I'm tied to this farm. My sisters, they're my hope. Hopefully they can escape and go on and do something big and exciting."

"You still can do 'something big'" Maud said.

"Naw. Then what? The responsibility would just fall onto Applejack or Apple Bloom. I can't do that. Besides, not everyone is called to greatness. Most of us in fact. A world full of CEO's, Programmers, Artists, Poets, presidents and generals, that all sounds nice until something needs done. Then what? The world don't need them none to get on about it's business. But without farmers, carpenters, bakers, mechanics, tailors, the whole thing falls apart. Great men can only be great as long as they got an army of unknowns backing them up. I just got to get over myself and realize this is what is and there aint no use cryin' about it."

Big Mac looked down at the table; embarrassed by how much of himself he had put out there. "I'm sorry Maud. I didn't mean to bend your ear like that. You's my date, not my therapist. I shouldn't have done that."

Maud looked straight ahead at Big Mac. Without a word or change in facial expression she reached out and took his hand and held it. Big Mac looked up in some small state of surprise. Maud blinked and the faint shadow of a smile crossed her lips.

"It's ok. I," she stopped and mulled over the words she wanted to say, "enjoyed it."

For almost the rest of the night the two said nothing else to each other. Their food came, they ate, the rest of the staff spied on them, but still they said nothing. Their server came over and asked if they wanted anything for desert and both refused. She left them the check and quick walked away again.

"I'll pay for this," Maud said.

"Dutch at least," Big Mac responded.

"Ok. Same thing next Friday?"

"Yup." Big Mac went to get up when Maud touched his hand. He stopped and looked at her.

"I think you might be my other half," she said in her eternally emotionless voice. But yet, this time, in her eyes, was a hint of something. Was it a tear?

Big Mac looked at her. "Thank you." He tried to come up with something more profound to say, but could only come with, "I like you too."

Maud nodded and got up. She looked into Big Macs eyes and did something so shocking that every server in Denny's dropped their plates; she gave him a hug.