It's another bright and sunny day on the farm, Will's date is gonna be in six days, and he's still pumped. I regret doing that, he just won't shut up about it. We're sweeping up the dust in the barn when I hear a voice. "So this is the Sweet Apple Acre Barn? So common," a boy's voice says in a Canterlot accent. I leaned over to look at a boy who had an expensive suit, shoes, and hair style. His hair literally shines in the light.

"Ahem, welcome to Sweet Apple Acres, my name is Will, and this is my lil' sis!" Will say through smiling gritted teeth. The boy looks over and sneers at us.

"Oh my, a farm boy with a farm pony? Are you a slave?" He asks. Will groans.

"No, as I have just said, I'm this girl's big brother, adopted anyway," he says. The boy laughs.

"I wonder how messed up your family was," he says in an annoying tone.

"Are you deaf or stupid, either way, please shut up, we're actually doing something for the community while you probably laze around all day eating the apples we produce for you. If anything, you should be shining my shoes if I made you," Will says with a whip in his voice. I look down and keep working, knowing that if Will has this kind of attitude, it will only get worse if I step in. Thing is, I rarely ever see him like this.

"Oh please, I wouldn't touch your apple with a ten foot pole," rich boy says.

"That's right, you pick it up with your hands and chew with your mouth, now you're learning your first steps to being a normal person," Will replies with a smirk as he keeps sweeping. The rich boy scoffs in annoyance.

"Well, I hope I don't see you in the ghastly school of what's-her-name, but I doubt I will since you seem to be dirt poor," he laughs in the annoying Canterlot way as he walks off. I see Will's smirk become fake and weak as he is resisting the urge to punch. I can actually feel his anger coming off him.

"Will, let it go," I say. Will sighs, looking down, and turns to me smiling reassuringly.

"Eh, he's not really worth hitting anyway. Why, you may ask? Well-" He stands up straight, pinches the air with all of his fingers except his pinkie, and says with a whiny, Canterlot accent, "He's got Fancy things to do and mundane problems to solve!" I almost double over laughing at the accurate impression. I stop laughing, held my head high with a serious face.

"Oh I don't know about that Willy boy!" I mock in the same accent. "He's sooo important, I don't think he has commoner problems like walking and, Celestia forbid talking to other commoners!" It was Will's turn to laugh as he swept the floor. I can still feel a tinge of anger from him, but it was less serious than before so I let it go.

Granny Smith and I watch Will with concern as he sets up the new television we got. "Are you sure you-" I start asking, only to stop when he raises his hand to me.

"Yes." I look at Granny Smith for help, only to get a shrug of puzzlement in return. "I almost got this set up," Will says, grabbing a screw driver.

"That's what you said three hours ago," Granny Smith says.

"Well, I mean it this time," Will replies, yelping in pain as the sound of a zap follows.

"I think he's beaten Applejack's record of stubbornness," I whisper. Granny Smith nods. "I would even go as far to say he's even more stubborn than you," I continued. Granny Smith almost nodded, but she realized what I said and thump the side of my head.

"Alright, it's done!" Will yells, scaring us from the sudden joy.

"Yippee!!" I yell, grabbing the remote. The screen replies with static until a clear image of the Flim Flam brothers appear. My mood changed immensely, and said, "Boring," and changed the channel. A human with a grey beard and shades stood in a room filled with doors.

"Hey there folks! You ever get tired of opening a door and it turns out to go somewhere? Well come on down to the renovated Quills and Sofas to get the brand new line of Real Fake Doors!" He exclaimed. I was about to change the channel when Will stops me.

"Hold up, let's see where this goes," he says. We turn back to the commercial.

"That's right everyone, you can get real fake doors see!" The man goes to one and tries to open it, only to pull out the handle. "Won't open! That's right! Fake Doors! So come down to get half price in person/pony for some fake dooooooooors!" He says. He frowns and walks out of the set and into a parked car.

"W-wait is this still the commercial or a mov-" I started to ask.

"Again, hold on, let's just see where this goes," Will says, mildly interested. We watch as the man drove to a red light and honked at a someone.

"C'mon move! We got places to be! Celestia..." He drives into a drive-way.

"I guess that's his house?" Granny asks. I shrug in sync with Will. The man goes into the house and starts making a sandwhich.

"... Is that Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwhich? Cool I guess..." I fall silent as the man starts moving. to the right.

"Hey everyone! Just got home, made myself a sandwhich," he says, walking into a room full of doors. "Still selling Real Fake Doors!"

"Holy cow it's still the commercial!" Will says.

"That's right everyone! Just get down here, no worries, no hesitation and-" he stops to think about his line as Will sighs.

"Okay changing ch-"

"Hold on, maybe there's more?" I says. He nods.

"And don't even give it a second thought! See our slogan on the bottom... There's also another slogan, like w-wha-what're ya worried about just go get fake doors!"

"Okay, yeah never mind you can change it," I say. The channel turns to static before a clear image of a green haired man, shouting and screaming in a game he is apparently playing. As soon as he says a bad word, Will changes the channel.

Author's Note

I am so sorry this is soooooo late. I had a little kerflufle with life and life hates me.