Apples Under the Mistletoe

AJ P.O.V

  I was out working in the orchard doing my chores alongside Big Mac. It was almost Hearth's Warming Eve, so we had to get as many apples down before they froze. We were planning on making cider to give to everypony at Twilight's castle when the night came. Too bad we didn't have some extra hooves to help out. It was going to be a great Hearth's Warming Eve, I could feel it, but I just couldn't figure out why. I was hoping I could talk to Big Mac during our hard work, but he was more interested in completing his work than making small talk with me.

  Several hours later of bucking, me and Big Mac walked up to the barn to unload the crates of apples that we collected. I've noticed lately that Big Mac has been coming out of his shell more and more. I haven't said anything to him about it because I figured it would put him back in his shell. It was only a matter of time before he got himself a mare friend of his own.

  "So, Big Mac," I started.

  "Eeyup?"

  "Are you planning on bringing anypony special to the celebration at Twilight's castle?"

  I thought maybe he would bring Marble Pie, Pinkie's sister, or maybe even Cheerilee if Marble couldn't make it.

  "Nope."

  I nodded my head, rather disappointed in his decision, but decided against it to ask him any more questions and headed up to my bedroom where I could see the glorious, celestial sun setting down over the horizon.

   Since Big Mac wasn't going to bring a date, I figured I wouldn't have to either, even though the thought of it would be nice. Most of my friends  wouldn't think that I cared one bit about having a special somepony, but it does pop into my mind every now and then. I laid in my bed thinking about what my date would look like if I had one.

  Probably taller than me, with a light coat similar to mine, a mane and tail with two different colors, unlike me, and absolutely no facial hair!(it itches. Don't ask how I know), and a unique personality.

  I thought for a while and imagined multiple ponies that could relate to my perfect stallion but there was only one pony that came to mind that made me almost yelp at who I'd just described.

  Flim of the FlimFlam brothers.

    How could this be?! He's a lying, manipulating conman! He made a liar out of me! Well, not exactly.

I calmed myself down before I exploded. Why him? In all honesty, he describes my perfect stallion to the point. Had I ever thought about him before? Of course I have, but not in an admirable or good looking way. Now thinking about him in this new perspective, I guess he is somewhat handsome, and he sure does have an interesting personality. Too bad it would NEVER happen considering our pasts with each other.

  My head began to hurt from this sudden rush of realization, so I decided to laid my head down and try to go to sleep, with only one thought remaining in my over flowing brain.

  I like Flim.