Maud is...

by Lack of Tact

Rating: everyone
Tags: Other, Romance, Equestria Girls, Pinkie Pie (EqG), Comedy, Random, Maud Pie
Length: 2028

We all know Maud is Pinkie's eldest sister, but not much else is known about the strange, yet not totally isolated, girl. What was her High School experience as a Wondercolt? Surprisingly exciting. Kinda.

Maud.

To most, she is just your boring average girl with little to no emotion. To few, she is the most interesting woman in the world.

Kinda. Boulder doesn't care for her stories, but he cannot say anything for he is a rock.

God, I hate myself for everything
:twilightsmile: Enjoy! :twilightsmile:

Published 2019-11-27 21:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-11-27 21:30:01 UTC

Jealous

"And! And! You know what the best part was? I wasn't dreaming it! It actually happened!" A pink girl, cotton candy reminiscent hair bounced on her head as she hopped up and down. Next to her, another girl; physically older with straight-cut purple bangs, only nodded in silence. Her blue eyes were trained on the side-walk in front of them. The two walked at a reasonable pace, a good four feet per minute (having had to stop several times for the pink girl to breathe) to their destination. "We totally ponied up and whooped those Dazzlings! There was confetti and cupcakes and, oh! Maud it was so much fun!" The energetic girl relived the moments that had transpired days before. Again. For the fifth time, probably.

Maud's expression only changed a tid as she raised an eyebrow, her eyes glanced at the younger girl's movements. "Of course, Pinkie." Her response was lackluster, but the now-named Pinkie (surprise surprise) understood the enthusiasm laced behind her almost emotionless tone. "Everything tends to be fun with you around." To those who passed by, Maud would sound bored out of her mind, but the small smile that now adorned her face said otherwise.

"Aww, you're just saying that... but it's totally true!" The ever modest Pinkie replied, a face splitting grin plastered on her face. The two were walking home, to their apartment that was on the other side of town. It was a long walk, Maud picking Pinkie Pie up after school so they could go together often shortened the wait. Pinkie would ramble on about some story or something amazing that happened and Maud would listen. Eventually they would reach home and the process would repeat the next day. It was a cycle that hadn't been broken and would likely never be. Well, would have likely never been if Pinkie hadn't have stopped walking.

Maud stopped as well, standing several feet away from her younger sister. She turned her head back to look at Pinkie with ~~an expressionless~~ a confused stare. "Pinkie, why have we stopped?" Her monotonous voice reached Pinkie's ears in a matter of-

"I just realized, Maud! You've never told me how your school days went!" And with that, she took in a deep breath as she gasped loudly, her body (defying physics and reality) rose a few feet off of the ground in an almost animated manner. "Ohmygosh! I've been a terrible sister! All of those days you would pick me up from Middle School and I never once asked you how your day went!" Maud blinked.

"It's fine Pinkie, I don't mind listening to your stories." Her expression ever unchanging didn't deter Pinkie from her newfound guilt.

"It's NOT fine!" She slapped both hands to her face as she continued to stare at her older sister with a shocked expression. "Maud! You've got to tell me how your CHS days went! Starting from day 1!" Dead set on now listening to Maud's school life, before she graduated from Canterlot High, Pinkie threw her hands on Maud's shoulders and gripped them tightly. "I could never live with myself knowing I've taken up every single walk we've done together!" Even being somewhat over-dramatic, Pinkie was serious.

And Maud knew that too. So, with a deep sigh, she turned her head back to where they were walking and nodded. "If you'd like. Though I apologize if my stories aren't all that exciting to you, Pinkie. I am just an ordinary girl after all." With that, she shrugged off Pinkie's hands and the two started walking again. "My first day of school was kind of like yours-"

Honest

A week passes and Maud finds herself staring blankly at the boy across from her. Shaking, he tentatively passes a note, one he'd written for her previously, across the table. Her gaze casts downwards at it with nary an expression. The boy fears for his life. Maud tilts her head at the folded tome of forbidden knowledge (and hastily written phone numbers) before lifting it with her hands. She continues to stare at the thing, almost as if willing it to open on its own.

Of course, it does not for it is paper.

Maud forgets about the boy temporarily, opting to bring Boulder out of her schoolbag and placing him softly in the confines of the letter. It goes unread even as of now. The boy across from her is sweating bullets. Is she toying with him? His emotions? He does not know, but he fears her response.

"Boulder says thank you for making him a bed." She finally says after moments of silents have passed. The boy jolts in his seat, caught unawares by the sudden conversation starter.

"A-ah, yeah. For sure, he's, erm... welcome?"

Maud allows a perceivably, but not exactly lazy smile on her face that day. Getting up, she removes both the letter and Boulder from the face of the table, placing them both in her bag. The boy watches her every move, afraid she'll laugh off his feelings. Instead, his jaw slacks as she places her lips, however chaste, on his cheek as she leaves the table to his lonesome.

Boulder writhes angrily in Maud's schoolbag, but he cannot do anything for he is still a rock.

Nice

The next day, whispers began to spread. Of Maud's... particularities. Of, more importantly, her fascination with rocks. She, however, did not care. Everyone is unique, everyone has their quirks. Everyone will die. It's simply fact and she will not allow childish rumours to deter her from her goal.

Whatever that goal is. She hasn't really told anyone, honestly. Sans her sister, but that's obvious. However, there is another person she'd contemplate telling. The boy from yesterday. She'd remembered the note he'd so brazenly delivered to her. While she did not read it until after Boulder was done napping, she'd enjoyed the senseless ramblings of the boy. He talked of his likes, dislikes, dreams and hopes. He talked of her, how she carried herself. Wanting to know her hopes for the future.

She remembered she'd thought it nice of him.

And so, she began writing her own note. In response to his. By the end, it was the most poetic thing she could put into words. Just for him.

I like rocks.

And he thought it nice of her, too.

Boulder, however, did not. But as he is just a rock, he could do nothing.

Creative

Maud knew it was their anniversary. Six months to the day. He'd reminded her many, many times that it was coming up. She wasn't very surprised to find he had, himself, forgotten. A light smile, barely visible, was sent his way and he knew all was forgiven. Or so he'd thought.

Maud wasn't a very creative girl, no. She would be the first to admit. However, she was relatively disgruntled that, after days on hounding her about it, he'd dismissed it entirely. Maud wasn't a very creative girl, no. But she knew revenge.

Just as rocks knew to hold their tongues. If they had tongues. They don't, but if they did, they'd know to hold them.

The next time the boy came to school to see her, it goes without saying he was surprised. His entire locker, once opened, spilled forth a plethora of pebbles and small rocks. One wonders how they'd all gotten in there. At the bottom of the pile stood Boulder.

He screamed mental curses at the boy, but the boy did not listen. No, he simply picked up the very angry pebble and chuckled with a shake of his head. "Geez, I love that girl." He smiled as he now intended on returning Boulder to his rightful owner.

And Boulder was not pleased.

Expressionless

Those who know Maud say she is emotionless. No, that's quite far from the truth, actually. No, Maud wasn't emotionless. Expressionless, more-like. Though, even then, she did smile once and again for two very special people in her life.

Much to Boulder's chagrin, her exclusive smiles were for the boy and her sister.

When the boy came over for Thanksgiving, meeting the Pie family for the first time startles just about anyone. The boy, however, stuck it through. He dealt with Maud's younger sister's literal punches; he tried to start several conversations with the other sister—more punches came, for that one; he'd even suggested to Pinkie that she should attend Canterlot High when she's able. This, of course, earned him another punch on the shoulder.

And throughout the entire dinner, Maud was smiling at him.

Boulder was seething with unadulterated rage, but as he is a rock, he was not actually seething. Cool to the touch, actually.

Normal

The time had come, graduation was over with. College awaited the couple, but with the idea of college also came... planning. Both were into their respective hobbies as they'd passed through high school together. Maud likes rocks; the boy, now man, still obsessed over whatever it is he obsessed over.

Boulder wasn't really paying attention, seeing as how he doesn't have ears.

However, with their interests so far from each other in terms of education, it was only time before they would have to split naturally. Or... attempt the fabled long-distance relationship.

Seeing as how both still care for each other, it's rightfully obvious they would try it out.

Boulder was none too pleased with this outcome, but he had grown used to this by now. As Boulder is a rock and rocks will outlive the tyranny of humanity.

Odd

And by that, I mean nothing at all like yours.

. . . . .

She stared at the tiny rock, crouching over it as to get a better view. Something about it was calling to her, but that's silly! It's just a rock and rocks don't speak. However, to her, she felt they could. The stories these earthen materials could tell, if only they could speak to others as they could, her. No one understood them, at least, not as well as her if she'd been asked about it. No, this tiny pebble had quite the tale. Quite the tale, indeed.

Too bad it can't speak for itself.

Maud gingerly picked the tiny rock up, bringing it closer to her inspecting eye. Rotating it several times in her hand, a ghost of a smile forms on her face and she pats the tiny thing with her free hand. "I'm gonna name you... Boulder. How does that sound?"

The rock spoke nothing, for it cannot speak. She takes this as a positive reaction.

"Come on, Boulder. Let's get to school."

Internally, the rock screams for help that will not come.

Needless to say, the teenager had received a lot of strange, dismissive looks that day. Talking to a rock; how crazy is that?

Atypical

"Wowie, zowie, Maud! You never told me he was your boyfriend!" Pinkie says under the guise of a sneeze. "I thought he just came over all the time because he liked rocks as much as you!" Her blue eyes stared intently into Maud's own as the grey-skinned girl smiled in remembrance of their time together.

"Well-"

"And how did we get from your school days to your love life?! Woah, it's like everything you said was summarized into short paragraphs across multiple pages!"

"Yes, well-"

"Oh, you never said the boy's name, what was it?!"

"I'll just be getting to th-"

"And his name is?! His name is?!"

Maud simply continued to smile.

And Boulder plotted the end of the world. Not like he would ever be able to pursue such a pipe dream, however, as he is a rock.

The End.

Author's Note

Yeah, yeah. A short love story, I know. I'm tired and this was in my backlog forever now, just deal with it.

Originally it was meant to be shorter, but whatever. Memes, man.

Also, entirely kid-friendly. So, that's a plus.

Lastly; for those who haven't caught on at this point (as of 2/26/2020), read the first letter of each chapter to find out the boy's name!