Sweet apples

I was a country person. I hauled apples from a farm I work on. Everyday I went to the orchard and picked the apples and sold them at the market. I am also a brony. I would sometimes listen to music from vinyl scratch and sometimes would end up singing to it, but mostly I would listen to country music from George Strait or Brad Paisley. Sometimes I try to get the apples out of the tree by kicking it like applejack would when she collects apples from her orchard. Only sometimes would I succeed in getting some apples out of the tree. Sometimes I smile of how we have the same job but only in different worlds or in real life and fake. Occasionally I would hope that the show was real and that she would come see me if she came to my world. One day I was hauling a lot of apples in my pickup truck that I had customized to be able to hold at least seven people, can be adjusted to play extreme bass on songs, and has a lasso on the door if a cow had gotten out and is in the road. (I got the lasso because a cow had tried to run into my truck, but luckly I had pushed it away before it did.) I was going down a long road that went on for miles with nothing around the road, not even a single tree. Going down this road lets me see the sight around the area expecially during the sunset. I was off to deliver the apples in the trunk of my truck to the market to sell them for money to help pay for the taxes of the farm, going down the road listening to "Summertime" from George Strait when I found six women walking down a road. One was with purple hair with two other colors with it, one had what looked like a rainbow colored hair.

'Probably had it dyed that way'.

One had blonde colored hair with a stetson cowboy hat on, one had light pink hair, one had pink poofy hair that extended all the way down to her waist, and the last one had purple hair that was all styled. They were all walking down the road. I pulled over in front of them and stepped out.

"Ya'll need a ride?"

"Sure." They all started to run towards the truck.

They got to the truck and got in. I got back into the truck and started it again. As we were going down the road, the music got turned down.

"Ok so whats your names?"

The one with the pink hair talked first. "I'm Pinkie."

Then the styled purple haired one started to talk. "I'm Rarity, nice to meet you."

Then the rainbow color haired one talked. "I'm Rainbow."

The one with the blonde hair talked. "I'm a' Applejack."

Then the light pink color hair one talked. "Um . . . I'm . . . Fluttershy."

Then the purple with two striped hair talked.

"And I'm Twilight."

I sat there and slowly pulled over and put it in nuetral and looked everyone one of them in the eyes. They all stared at me.

"I'm sorry did I really just hear ya'll say your names was Applejack, Rarity, Pinkey, Rainbow, Fluttershy, and Twilight?"

"Yea thats our names."

My mouth went down and I pointed to Twilight. "Hold on, let me guess what your last name is, Sparkle."

Everyone's mouth then went down.

"Yea, how did you know my last name?"

"I know that ya'll ain't humans, ya'll are pony's."

Then they all looked at me with surprise from me figuring out what they were. I then pointed towards Rainbow.

"Your last name is dash and your a pegasus. Your one of the only pegasie to pull off the Sonic Rainboom."

Rainbow's mouth then went down to the floor. I thought I didn't need to prove my knowledge of them any more.

"How did you know that? Who are you?"

"I know you because someone made a show about your lives like how Rainbow had saved Rarity at Cloudsdale. I am Brian and I am one of the many people who likes ya'll."

They all looked at me with surprise. "So, Brian, more people know about our lives."

"Eeyup."

Applejack stared at me and got an angry look. "Hey why did you just sound like my brother?"

"Oh, did that offend you? Sorry, but that is the normal way I yup to someone. As you can hear the country music and see the country stuff I have like this stetson hat on my head."

"Oh, so that a' was your normal language. Sorry sugarcube."

After sitting in the truck for an hour explaining to them about the show and to show more information that I was a country person, I got out of the truck and grabbed an apple. I then sat back down in the truck and took a bite out of the apple. Applejack stared at what I had done.

"What? I like apples. Thats part of the reason why I work at an Orchard."

This took Applejack by surprise and started to talk. "Wait, you work at a Orhcard."

"Eeyup."

"Why?"

"My father owned the orchard and passed it down to me when he died. You see this stetson I have on my head."

"Yea I see it. Why?"

"Well you see, this is the thing he gave me before he passed away. I keep it on my head where ever I go. I keep it to remember him and to never forget him."

I started to cry from the rememberence of my fathers death. Everyone or should I say everypony . . . don't know, anyway they all stared at me. Applejack came up to me and gave me a smile. I looked at her and began to wipe the tears off my face. Again they all stared at me including Applejack.

"What?"

"You just calmed down just from Applejack smiling at you."

I quickly rose my head and had a blush on my face and put the car in drive.

"I . . . I did?"

"Yea you sure a' did."

My blush went into a deeper shade of red. I began to drive towards the market, but realised that it was too late to sell the apples.

I began to turn the car around.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm turning the car around. Its about midnight and its too late to sell these apples for a profit."

"Oh."

"Do ya'll have anywhere to stay?"

"No. We have nowhere to stay."

"Ya'll could stay at my barn if you want to."

"That would probably be a good idea."

"And I want to see your orchard and see if it's like a' mine."

"Hey ya'll want to see somethin'?"

"Sure" they all said at the same time.

I pulled the truck over and turned it off. I got out and motioned for them to get out to and jumped over the wired fence and walked towards a hill in the grassy field. They followed and stood there. I laid down on my back and looked at the stars.

"Have ya'll just laid down and looked at the stars for a good long while?"

"Sometimes."

"I bet ya'lls night is better than this one but I just wanted to show ya'll the view." I began to get up only to stop on seeing all the others starting to lay down with me. We all laid down there and looked at the stars.

I got off the ground after an hour and they started to get up with me.

"That there was a good view."

"Yea it was."

I walked to the truck and turned on the truck and put it in drive as they got in. As we started to drive off my favorite country song came on, "She's Country" from Jason Aldean. I began to sing along with it. I had a good singing voice or so I'm told. I sang the song as good as I could and looked at Applejack every couple of minutes to see her reaction. She began to reach for the volume switch and turned it up and began to beat her head up and down with enjoyment of the music. The song had ended and I looked at them with a smile on my face that could only express my feelings. They stared at me with amazment.

"What, Ya' haven't herd someone like me or somepony else sing like that?"

They could only shake there faces from the shock. I just smiled and looked at Applejack, who was not shocked and just smiled at me and smiled back and focused back on the road. I then heard a noise of gunshots behind me and looked in my rearview mirror to find that two guys in a truck were following me shooting guns at my truck.

"GET YOUR HEADS DOWN NOW!"

They followed my instructions and I sped up the acceleration of my truck to try to avoid the shots and outrun them. It had been proved usless when one of the bullets hit one of my rear tires.

I slowly stopped at the side of the road and turned off the truck and looked behind my truck, hopping that they just kept going and didn't bother us. I saw them behind me and started to come up to my truck and both had pistols and reached into my glovebox and brought out a 9mm that I had bought from my father. It had "Spike" scratched into the side. I couldn't help myself from scratching that in after I read a story from FIMfiction.net and waited for the person coming from my side to reach the window. When he got to the window he had a red bandana on his face, one eye had a scar straight through it, and he had a black cowboy hat on. But I could tell that this guy was the one who killed my father because of the report of how my father died from a witness that drove by when the attacker shot him and was quickly filled with rage, aimed at his face and pulled the trigger. I looked to the other side to find the other standing there. He began to run towards his truck to get away. I jumped out of my truck and shot him before he was able to reach the door and looked at the killer. I then shot him three more times to make sure he was dead and for revenge for my father. I walked back to the truck and grabbed my phone and dialed 911 to tell them were the bodies were. After I finished I put my gun up and turned on the truck.

"You can get up now." They got up a little shakey.

I looked at each and everyone of them and sighed and began to drive away from the scene of the killing.

"Brian, what happened?"

"Those guys that where shooting at us were the one's that killed my father among with many others. And they just tried to kill me if I hadn't had my gun that I bought from my father to protect us."

I began to drive faster from the rage of killing that fucking bastard, but was quickly relieved of my rage when Applejack hugged my arm.

"That's mighty nice of you to save us."

I looked into her green eye's and smiled. I looked back at the road and went towards the barn.

When I got to the barn I looked at Applejack and the others and walked to the barn and opened the door. Not a single animal was in it. I walked to a bail of hay and brought it outside. I got to the other side of the barn and cut the string that held it together, thus ending up having it spread everywhere, and walked back to the truck and got the others.

"I hope that ya'll enjoy sleeping on hay, because thats what I sleep on. I don't have a bed of my own and just get a bail of hay and spread it around behind the barn and get a good view of the stars."

They all just looked at me and then to Rarity who was not looking well.

"You ok Rarity?"

"No i'm not! I have to sleep on hay that is not going to help me with my complextion."

"Well sorry miss priss but your going to have to deal with it unless you can make a matress out of nowhere."

She just hmphed and walked to the hay and laid down. I laid down next to Applejack and Pinkie Pie. I looked at Applejack, who in return looked at me. I looked at her green eye's while she looked into my blue eye's. Me and her both laughed and looked up at the stars.