"So Daniel. I have a question for you." Scootaloo says out of the blue.

"Ask away." I reply.

She looks up at me with a worried look on her face.

"Why did you say your name was James when it wasn't? D-Don't you trust me?" Scootaloo asks in a depressed tone.

"Of course I trust you. I said my name was James because whenever I tried to remember my name, James would pop up. I had no idea what my name was when we first met, but now I do so I told you my real name." I answer.

She looks down at the ground with a smile.

"I know I said that I'd tell you when we got back to my house but.... Do you want to know my secret now?" Scootaloo asks.

I look at Scootaloo and see that she has a look of worry plastered on her face.

"Sure. I'd like to know more about you." I answer with a smile.

She smiles back before taking a deep breath.

"Well.... I have what the doctors call.... Well.... It's called a personality disorder.... Ever since I was young I was found to be.... Different.... Too different for anyone to handle.... Other than my parents who did all they could to help me." She explains with a sniffle. "I was bullied a lot and ended up threatening the people I cared about. I regret everything bad I did to my parents.... I wish I hadn't been such a problem."

"I don't know much Scootaloo, I barely know anything about myself, but I do know one thing. Your not too different for me." I say as I pet her head.

She looks up to me, her eyes filled with tears. She wipes away her tears then gives me a smile. A truly genuine smile. I can't help but smile back.

"When we get back, do you want me to finish tidying up? Or would you like me to leave everything?" I ask.

She looks to the ground for a second before answering.

"As much as I want to be able to live in the house the way it was when my parents left. I do think maybe.... I shouldn't be living in the past, I should be looking towards the future." Scootaloo says with a sigh.

"That's the right kind of attitude.... I think." I mumble the last part.

Scootaloo then starts to growl at the ground.

"How would YOU know? You don't know anything about yourself! Don't try to act like you understand. Monkey freak." Scootaloo growls at me.

I couldn't help but look down at the ground after she growled at me.

"I mean.... I... I know I don't know much.... I just want to be helpful. That's all." I mumble as a wave of sadness rushes over me.

Scootaloo then looks at me in a face of pure horror.

"I... I'm so sorry.... I.... Please don't hate me.... I'm sorry." She begs as tears start to flow from her eyes.

"I'm not gonna lie Scootaloo.... That made me feel really bad.... I feel.... A bit worthless.... Was that your personality disorder talking?" I ask as I look back up at her.

"Yes.... Please.... Stay with me Daniel.... I don't want to be alone again." Scootaloo says through sobs.

"I'll stay with you Scootaloo.... You've been through a lot so I would feel bad leaving you.... Just.... Please try not to be too mean to me. I'm still learning about myself so I don't know much yet. Any past emotional strength I had might be gone." I say as I kneel down and pull Scootaloo into a hug.

She hugs me back, her tears start to slide down my chest to the ground.

"Wait a minute.... Scootaloo I left my shirt at your house right?" I ask.

"Yeah. It's in my bedroom still, why?" Scootaloo asks back.

"It's getting colder and colder out here and I'd like it back so I don't have to be half naked." I point out.

"Sure. I'll give it back to you when we get back." Scootaloo says with a sniffle.

She then wipes her tears away and we continue our journey back.

It took us about 5 minutes of walking through bushes, over logs and through some tall grass but we did arrive back at Scootaloo's house. Scootaloo jogged ahead and opened the door, I followed shortly behind.

"I'm so happy you came back. It means a lot to me." Scootaloo says with a smile.

"It's okay. Now then, how about you get me my shirt while I start work on cleaning the living room." I say.

"Sure. I'll be right back then." Scootaloo says as she runs towards the stairs.

I turn towards the table and see a thick layer of dust had remained after Scootaloo jumped onto the table. I sigh as I look around the room for something that I could either dust or wipe the table with. I don't see anything so decide that I should go into the kitchen to find something. As soon as I enter the kitchen I see a cloth on top of the kitchen sink. I walk to the sink, grab the cloth, dampen it and then head back into the living room. Scootaloo is stood at the bottom of the stairs with my shirt in her mouth. I walk up to her.

"Thanks for getting my shirt for me." I say as I hold my hand out.

"A-Actually. I was hoping I could keep it. It feels really soft." Scootaloo says with a blank expression.

"Urm... Sure? I guess you can keep it. I'll just have to find a way to get a new one I guess." I answer.

"Thanks!" Scootaloo shouts in excitement as a smile appears on her face.

I head back to the table and start with the cleaning. The water helps to pick up the dust on the table, making it easier to clean and making it take less time then it would've without the cloth being damp. It took me a few minutes to wipe up the dust. As I finish I can hear muffled hoofsteps coming from the stairs. I turn around and see Scootaloo at the bottom of the stairs wearing my shirt which was a bland white T-Shirt and on her legs are what must be a purple equivelant of knee high socks to her.

"I feel warm everywhere now!" She giggles.

"You look really cute." I say with a smile.

Scootaloo then immediately starts blushing and nervously kicks at the ground with her front, right hoof.

"T-Thanks." She nervously giggles.

Author's Note

Once again the same as the last chapter. " What do you think? Once again tell me what you enjoyed and what I need to work on. It'll help me with this story if I know what I'm doing right and what I'm doing right. "