“You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams”
-Dr. Seuss
Applebloom woke up in a cold sweat one evening. She had a dream, but she couldn’t remember it...something about Scootaloo maybe? No...that wasn’t right. She hasn’t talked to Scootaloo since the incident. Why would she be dreaming of someone who she didn’t want to talk to?
“Dammit” Applebloom whispered to herself, “Why’d she have to go and be that way. She knows how ah feel
about people who get like that. Ah can’t stand ‘em. Although...ah can’t get this darned feelin out of my stomach. It feels like ah’m nervous, but what am ah nervous bout? Maybe ah just miss Scootaloo, but why would ah miss her. After what she said then did to me. She doesn't deserve help. Ah can't believe her. Still ah can't help but miss her. Maybe there's somethin that ah didn't notice at first. Maybe if ah read my diary, it'll show me what's wrong.”
Applebloom reached under her pillow and pulled out a small, leather book with the words “Diary” written on the front in cursive. The book itself was red, and the color of the writing was a golden brown. Applebloom started reading her diary. There were many passages in her diary that she had written over the past few months. All leading up to that one terrible moment.
January 21,
Dear Diary?
Is that how this here book is supposed to start? Today Applejack gave me this here, or do ah need to say ‘you’? Whatever. Today Applejack gave you to me. She said that a girl mah age needs to have somethin to keep mah secrets or whatever in. Today, me and mah friends Scootaloo and Sweetie Bell did another attempt at findin out who we want to be as adults. Better underline attempt ‘cause as always, we failed. anything we try always ends up in one of us gettin hurt. Anywho, ah’m gonna go to bed now.
Applebloom decided to skip several pages and move to February 24th.
February 24,
Dear Diary,
Today Sweetie Bell got a boyfriend. Ah forget the guy’s name. Somethin like Mashed Buttons Button Bashed Button Mash...ah think? Sweetie Bell is so lucky. Ah can’t wait to get mah first boyfriend. Ah bet he’ll treat me right, and buy me and mah friends lots of treats. He’s gonna be tall, muscular, and have the softest skin...sorry ah zoned out for a bit. Ah wonder what Scooter’s perfect boyfriend is. Anywho, ah better get in bed. Other wise Applejack is gonna shout at me again about how important it is for a young girl like me to sleep. Ah’m not a young girl by the way. Ah’m 16.
Applebloom decided to skip more dates. Most of them she remembered to be quite boring, or just unrelated to what she was trying to read about. After skipping through several pages of dates and doodles, she came across another date that crossed her eye.
March 8,
Dear Diary,
Today this one fella came up to me and asked me out on a date. This isn’t the first time that ah’ve been asked out on a date, but I dunno. None of the guys that ask me are interesting. They are just plain folks who want nothin but a girl to brag about, just so they can one up their friends at somethin. Ah wonder if any fella has come up to Scootaloo and asked her out yet. Probably not. If someone did then she'd more than likely say yes.
Ah feel as if the perfect men for Scootaloo and ah are just starin us right in the face, but we can’t see em for some reason. Anywho it’s gettin late now. So ahmma go to bed.
After skipping another few pages, Applebloom stopped on a date that was very familiar to her.
March 19
Dear Diary,
Recently Scootaloo has been actin strange. Whenever Scootaloo and ah are alone together, she’s been very quiet. Also she has this...stare in her eyes. Ah always catch her just starin off into the distance with a sad, yet hopeful look in her eyes. Ah wonder if she got heart broken by someone she likes? Tomorrow ah’ll confront her about it. Ah hope ah can help her with what’s wrong.
Instead of skipping to any other dates, Applebloom moved on to her next date...her final date.
March 20
Dear Diary,
Ah can’t believe Scootaloo. Ah wen’t over to her house today and told her that she was actin different. When ah asked her what was wrong, she just turned away and said that nothin was wrong. Ah may not be the brightest apple in the barrel,
but ah can tell when someone is lying to me. Maybe that's what ah need to be as an adult. A lie detector er sometin like that anyway.
Ah told her that there was somethin wrong and that ah wanted to help her through it, but she just yelled at me that there was nothin wrong. Ah went up to hug her and she pushed me down. Before runnin out of her house ah got a quick glance in her eyes. She had the look of sorrow, and regret. Ah ran out waitin for her to come after me to apologize, but she never came. Not even a text. Ah suppose Scootaloo just wants to be angry and bitter. Ah could never tell what was goin through her mind, but ah hope she can figure it out. For her sake. That weird feelin has come back. Ah feel betrayed, and at the same time I feel somethin else. What it is, ah have no clue. Anyways ah’m goin to bed now. Hopefully Scootaloo will get over bein a brat and apologize to me...ah...really miss her...but why.
Still confused at why Scootaloo was so mad and distant, Applebloom tried to go back to sleep. As her eyes closed and she drifted off to sleep, her phone buzzed.
Applebloom...I love you...and I’m sorry.
