Oceans of Darkness

So I decided to tell Babs today. It went over really, well, and I couldn’t wait to go home and write down everything so I’d never forget.

She was staying with Apple Bloom again, so I figured it was the perfect time. The whole thing happened like this:

I walked up to the barn and looked inside. Applejack was there, stacking bales of hay. When she heard me clear my throat she turned around.

“Howdy there, Scootaloo.” She said, tipping her hat. “What can I do ya for?”

“Is Babs Seed here?” I asked.

“She’s in the kitchen, helping with the apple peeling.”

“OK, thanks.” I said, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. I turned around and galloped to the kitchens, where I was met by the delicious smell of apple pie.

Babs turned around and smiled at me. “Hey, Scoots. What’s up?” she set the apple she was peeling on the table and came over to me.

“You alright? Ya look a bit frazzled.”

I nodded slightly. “I’m fine. Listen, there’s something important I need to tell you.”

“Okay.” she said casually. Let’s go to my room.”

Once we got there I closed the door behind me and sighed. “Look, Babs, this isn’t easy…”

She never broke eye contacts with me as she sat on the edge of her bed.

“I just wanted to tell you that…I’m…” I turned my head away and tried not to choke as I sputtered the last word.

“Gay.” I shut my eyes tightly and wished I could sink into the floor.

I heard the tapping sounds her hooves made as she walked over to me and put an arm around my shoulders. “It’s all good, Scootaloo. Us cool ponies need to stick together, right?” I looked over at her so make sure she wasn’t joking. She had her hoof out for a hoof bump.

“Yeah,” I said sheepishly while bumping her hoof. “I guess we do.”

“I kind of figured.” Babs said. “I mean, when we were talking about boys you never seemed really into the discussion. And those times when we accused you about you and Rumble…”

I stared at my hooves. “Scootaloo?” I looked back up at my friend.

“You didn’t have to worry about me not liking you. I’m from the big city, remember? I’m used to stuff like this. Besides, I think lesbian couples are kind of cute. And judging from the way you look at Sweetie Belle…”

“Hey, that’s enough!” I said angrily. Then we both laughed our heads off, because, if you think about it, she was right. I *shouldn’t have been afraid.*