Applejack's Family Bonding

You snap awake when it’s still dark out; six o’clock judging from the dusky sky.

Your brain is exploding with about thirty thoughts a second, and twenty-nine of those are replays of what happened last night. The other one is that you have one hour to get home and in your room before your parents come to wake you at seven. Your jerky movements woke Applejack, and after she gives your ear a gentle nibble you tell her what’s up. She looks around the room for a second, and then jumps up off the bathroom floor where the two of you spent the night.

”I think I have an idea, come on!” You and Applejack burst out of the bathroom, the pile of ponies by the door indicating that you may have had a larger audience than you expected last night; on the plus side, Snips can't call you a liar with so many witnesses. You follow after AJ, and she stops to suddenly buck open the door to Big Mac’s room, where Mac is currently in bed with Junebug… And Carrot Top. With a roll of her eyes, Applejack kicks the bed and startles the ponies awake, Carrot and Junebug both hiding beneath the covers as if that changed anything.

”Come one Mac, we have a wagon to hitch!”

~~

You’re clinging on to the sides of the wagon as Big Macintosh gallops his way down the dirt road, Applejack happily spurring him on as she looks at your (almost terrifyingly quickly) approaching house

”Alright Cuz, this is it! Don’t panic, it only broke Apple Fritter’s leg the one time I did this!”

”WAIT, WHAT!?“

Applejack ties one end of a rope around your leg and knots the other into a lasso, twirling it overhead as you just start to pass your house

”NONONONONONONO-“

Applejack hurls the lasso around the tree by your window, expertly catching a branch as you drive right beneath it; your momentum lifts you clean off the cart, the rope taunt as you loop over the branch again and again before finally hanging still, right next to your window. You suppress the instinct to sob uncontrollably from fear and relief, and instead begin untying yourself as quietly as possible before climbing into bed and waiting for your wake up call.
And waiting. And waiting.

Finally you get up and head downstairs, looking all around for your parents, but instead you only find a note;
‘Left early this morning for harvest and construction, set an alarm for you though! Much love.’
Somewhere upstairs an alarm clock bell goes off, and it sounds like victory today.