Shout At The Apple

by Split Scimitar

Rating: teen
Tags: Big Macintosh, Applejack (EqG), Slice of Life, Mario, Human, Apple Bloom, Alternate Universe, Granny Smith, Original Character, Equestria Girls
Length: 10459

With an abundant harvest of apples this season, the Apple family needs an extra delivery driver.

It’s high time for another spring harvest at Sweet Apple Acres. Big Mac and Applejack do all the picking by hand, Apple Bloom is therefore tasked with delivering the apples. Since most of their product doesn’t even go outside the state, Sweet Apple Acres prides themselves on being able to provide a local, direct from the source delivery service to their community. As this year’s harvest has a predicted bumper crop, the need for a second driver has arisen.

Being hired as temporary help also provides me with an opportunity to talk to Applejack about what happened in Chicago.

Mario tag, but Rosalina only makes a brief appearance at the very beginning.

Rated T for mild abrasiveness.

Published 2019-05-27 01:00:01 UTC
Last updated 2019-05-28 17:18:02 UTC

Straight To Work

“Now that we’ve sorted out everything here, can you take me to Illinois?” Rosalina asks.

“Yeah. You still have the keys to your Audi?”

“Yeah.”

“Cool. You plan on moving out of Spire?”

“No, no. I love that place too much. Just gonna swap out some things.”

“Okay. Do you want me to go with you or just drop you off?”

“You can just drop me off. I want to stay a while anyway.”

“Alright then. Just let me know when you’re ready. The Apple family asked me to help them out. They’ve got a large bumper crop this year, so they need an extra delivery driver.”

“That’s great news! We’re all done here as far as our parents are concerned. Stuff we inherited from their will that needs to come with me goes to Hawaii, and what doesn’t stays in Illinois.”

“Yay. I also understand you want to switch Hawaii stuff around.”

“I do. Change two of the cars, but houses stay the same.”

“Sure. You want to go shopping now?”

“I have some tentative listings already. My Mercedes will stay on Maui, for Kauai I purchased Pauline’s old car, since she won’t be around here much anymore, and for the Big Island, I’m going to take a page out of your book and get a Jeep.”

“Good choices all around. Though I am surprised that you want to keep your 30 mile commute on Maui, and that you want a Jeep.”

“I need it for the rugged big island, and I don’t mind the commute. It’s down time for me, where I can do my thinking.”

“Fair enough. Wanna take care of everything after my Arkansas trip?”

“Yeah. I don’t plan on heading back for a little while anyway.”

“Okay. It wouldn’t hurt to at least have them there right?”

“Sure, but I think it’ll be easier to just take them when each cycle comes, that way we’re not hopping around so we can focus on one island at a time.”

“Sounds better than my plan, so… alright then. Lockie, you want to join your sister when I come back in a week?”

“I’d love to, but work calls.”

“No problem. I don’t expect more than a week in Arkansas, but I’ll let you know.”

“Yes, please do.”

“Ready?” I ask after filing KAMA PNH V12 MMB J26 JOT V8 CGT KSMG, flown by N212HA.

Parked at A1, I mate the jetway, deplane, and hang around for a couple hours. Rosalina takes a few laps with her Audi S4 to rejuvenate the oil and fuel lines. After she leaves, I text Applejack,

“Hello, when would you like me to show?”

About 5 minutes later, AJ responds, “howdy sugar cube! Anytime is good! Our lunch break goes from 11 to 1, so that’s best for us!”

“Look forward to seeing you again!”

“So do we!”

With that, I set an alarm and stay here in Illinois for the night. The flight should take just under an hour, so there’s no need for me to show terribly early.

KSMG NEWTT V173 SPI J101 STL J8 SGF J105 RZC V13 FSM KFSM. Cruising at FL280.

“Apple 314, Fort Smith tower, in sight. Runway 25, cleared to Land.”

“Cleared to land 25, Apple 314.”

50.

40.

30.

20.

10.

Touchdown. Spoilers up, brakes on, 2 in reverse.

45 knots, disengage reverse thrust. “Apple 314, turn right on A. Taxi TAC Air via A, remain this frequency.”

“Right A, A to TAC, stay with you, Apple 314.”

“TAC Air Unicom, Apple 314.” I call on the second radio.

“Apple 314, TAC Air, go ahead.”

“Apple 314 is the Hawaiian A321neo. Can I get a wing walker?”

“You got it.”

A few minutes later, I text Applejack, “just landed. Come to this address.” I send a second text with the FBO Terminal address just as my wing walker communicates.

When all’s said and done, the winglet and jets have plenty of clearance. After communicating with other linemen, they check the aircraft position so as not to hog all the ramp space. Good where it is, I set the parking brake and shut everything down. I then back out my truck, a Screaming Eagle Ford F-250, license plate ‘5 TO 9’, order a couple hundred gallons of fuel, and check in with the desk. I make sure I’m on the list for ramp access, pay for the fuel and landing fee, and wait for Applejack to show up.

After about 15 minutes, a blue Ford Raptor rolls in. The windows tinted just a shade too dark, I wait for the driver to reveal herself, and I get a little nervouscited when she does reveal herself walking towards the terminal.

When she walks through the entry doors, I smile and open my arms which she reciprocates so that when we embrace in a hug, her grip is almost vice-like.

“How you doin’?” I ask slightly muffled by her hair in my face.

“I feel great! Been workin all day, it’s nice to take a break, and to see you too!” She says as we release from the hug.

“I’m ready when you are. I just landed about a half hour ago. Oh! I forgot something. Can I go airside?” I ask the desk worker.

She nods and opens the door for us, to which I reply “thank you” blindly.

“Really Max, Airbus?” She spits as she follows me up the air stair.

“Never took you for an airplane gal.” I say as I walk into the cabin.

“I ain’t, but ain’t you a Boeing by name?” She asks as I step in to the cockpit.

“Split Scimitar aren’t exclusive to Boeing.” I say as I prop the cockpit door open.

“I meant your other name, Max.”

“Eh? You’ll be pleased to know that this ship is the very first A321neo to roll out of the Mobile factory.” I say after grabbing my phone.

“‘Bama?”

“Yep.” I reply as I latch the main door.

AJ groans disdainfully as I head for my truck. When I leave the FBO behind, Applejack leads the way to Sweet Apple Acres.

Soon, we reach the farm, where she kicks up plenty of dust in their driveway, blinding me to the point where I actually lose her, with only her tail lights to make sure I don’t go off the trail or hit either her or a tree. When we park, the chime of a backup beeper pings as I go through reverse to get to park, which catches Applejack by surprise.

“You put a backup beeper on your truck?”

“Yep.”

“Why?”

“I lost a parallel parking bet to a friend a while back, and I’m a man of my word.”

“You make ridiculous bets, you know that?”

“Well, duh!”

When I step in the house, Apple Bloom comes down to hug me.

“Hi Max! What brings you here?”

“Your sister invited me.”

“Yeah? She finally admitting to what happened in Chicago?”

“No!” The elder snaps back. “I asked him to help you with deliveries.”

“Oh! That’s real nice of ya!”

“Eeyup!” I hear Big Mac from behind me.

“Big Macintosh, great to see ya!” I bellow as we shake hands.

“It’s high time for the early spring harvest, and we got a good bumper crop this year!” AJ cheers.

“Eeyup!”

“Wonderful! Where do I start?”

“We’re just having lunch, so please join us.”

“Oh. Yay.”

A beautiful assortment of meats, bread, and fixin’s lie before us. Granny Smith then comes out of the kitchen with a big pot of soup, it smells delicious.

“How are you?” I ask as Granny Smith and I share a hug. “Is that Corn Chowder?”

“Yea. Recipe from my cousin. A childhood staple for these three.”

“And here I was thinking you lived off of apples.”

“Oh, we do got plenty of those!” AJ shouts.

“Dessert?” I smile.

“You betcha! We hold pie eating contests every family reunion.”

“When do you hold those?”

“Usually midsummer, or the off-peak/offseason of whoever’s hosting. There’s no regular timeframe, it’s really just when all our schedules and seasons align.”

“Okay! Where-else-abouts you got family?”

“All over the place. We’d be here for hours if I could name ‘em all.” Granny Smith answers for her.

“Sounds like all your roots go deep and far.”

“Eeyup!” Big Mac smiles as everyone takes their seat.

“Where can I wash up?” I ask. “I’ve got grease and jet fuel all over me.”

“Second room off the right over there.” Applejack replies pointing towards a hallway.

After I wash myself and clean off, I join the family for dinner, taking light portions compared to the others, which garners some remarks.

“Eat up!” Granny insists. “You’re scrawny!”

“Thank you. I used to be fat, so being called scrawny is more of a compliment than I’m sure you intend.”

“Dang city folk.” She hisses back.

“Don’t worry about it. She means well.” AJ whispers.

“I’m sure. I’m not offended. I’d rather be called thin than fat. I used to be bullied for it.”

“I’m sorry, sugar cube.”

I laugh it off as we clean the table saying, “it’s okay, I’m used to it.”

After she takes my plate, Granny tells me, “Alright Max, Applejack said you’re accompanying Apple Bloom on the delivery run. She’ll give you instructions and directions.”

“Thank you kindly for your hospitality, Ms. Smith.”

She smacks me with the pan in her hand and snaps back, “none of that! You’re family now!”

“Thank you, I’m honored.”

“Now get to work!”

“Alright, Alright, Alright!” I respond just as Apple Bloom calls me outside.

“Alright, Max! Here’s how it goes: I have our delivery addresses and information. Some of these apples go to warehouses for shipping, some go direct to the residence. I’ll keep it easy on you and give you the warehouse run.”

“Thanks. I don’t think any of your clients would take kindly to an Asian delivery man.”

“Horseapples!”

“Where are the crates?” I ask after laughing in response to Apple Bloom’s outburst.

“Oh, we haven’t gotten them yet. Big Mac and AJ just finished the morning’s orchard pickin’.”

“Do we drive to each pickup point?”

“Yep. Follow me.”

Firing up our trucks, AB texts me a map of each orchard, with each designated pickup area marked.

“AJ’s in the south orchard today. You can go there.”

“Yay.” I roll my eyes at her snickering at her remark. “You laugh as if something could actually happen.”

“That’s exactly why I am!”

“Doesn’t she want kids though?”

“Yeah, to pass the farm onto.”

Chuckling, I roll into the orchard and find AJ picking apples. I park in the designated loading zone and join her.

“Morning.” I respond from beneath her ladder.

“Howdy Max.” She responds with an air of busyness.

“Ready when the crates are.”

“There’s a few ready to be loaded over in the bay.”

“Cool.” I respond as she wipes sweat from her brow.

After I load the crates into the bed and wait for further instructions, Applejack returns with a couple of filled crates. As she loads them in the back, I stand around wondering if there’s anything I should do, so I ask.

“AJ, is there something I should be doing?”

“Uh, as far as I can see, no. All you need to do is deliver. Apple Bloom got you on the warehouse run?”

“I guess.”

“I figured. She loves chatting to the neighbors.”

“Yeah, and your clients probably wouldn’t take kindly to an Asian delivery driver.”

“Horseapples!”

“Is exactly what she said.”

“She does love the local deliveries more.”

“They not friendly at the warehouse?”

“They are, but I think she likes the sense of community here.”

“I wouldn’t argue with that. [I’m a] city boy though. Simple greeting and smile is sufficient for me.”

“Fair enough.” She says as she seals two more crates. She exclaims “whew! Sometimes, I wish I could just kick the tree and have all the Apples fall out at once. Would cut labor in half!”

“Problem is, given how apples are attached to the tree, you’d snap it at the trunk.”

“What?”

“If you tried to buck apples like that, the tree’d snap at the trunk. Hence twist or pull.”

“I think that’s it from this orchard.” She says ignoring my statement.

“You don’t want to pick the ones over there?”

“Those ain’t ripe yet.”

“Oh alright then. Next orchard?” I ask.

“Eyup!”

“Let’s go!” I say as I open the door for her.

Author's Note

I currently drive a 4-door Jeep Wrangler, hence why it’s a page out of my book.

The backup beeper joke is a joke amongst some Filipinos. A former pastor of mine had one, but instead of the usual chime, it would say, “Attention please, this car is backing up!” on loop.

Keeping Busy

“Which orchard?” I ask after firing up my truck.

“Southeast.”

“Yay.” I respond as I open the throttle, ignoring the seatbelt warnings for the mile long drive between loading bays.

After she leaves to continue picking, I lounge in the bed admiring a master at work. Suddenly, a very strong feeling washes over me. I shoot up to a seated position to regain my composure but bury my face in my hands as I know exactly what that feeling precludes. Worse still, the last person this happened with? Twilight.

When she returns with empty crates, I do the only thing I can: press on, chalk it up to the divorce, and hope it goes away.

“Alright, sugarcube! Let’s go!”

“Another orchard?”

“Yea. I’ll help Big Mac finish in his, but this is the total warehouse order.”

“Shouldn’t you invest in a reefer?”

“Nah. The delivery companies take care of that.”

“Oh alright then.”

“You have the address?”

“Yeah.”

“Have fun.” She says as she heads for her brother’s orchards.

I make for main road and follow the sat-nav, ending up at the warehouse entrance. I stop at the guard tower to query.

“Hello! Delivery from Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Howdy! You can head to receiving. Take a right, then into the next driveway. You can turn around here.”

“Okay, Thank you!” I respond as I head in and throw the truck around. I wave to the guard before I head out to deliveries receiving. That guard then flags me and asks for ID. I furnish after I say “Delivery from Sweet Apple Acres.”

“Bay 104. You new?”

“Thank you. I’m temporary help.”

“Alright! Hope to see you around again!”

“Likewise!”

“Enjoy your day!”

“You too!” I say as I pull forward.

As I drive up to my bay, a loader ushers me in after I sweep around to back in. Once stopped, I park and let them do their job. The two loaders on the ramp empty the bed in less than 30 seconds then tap the bed twice. One guy shouts, “you’re good!” So I quickly get her in gear, backup beeper pinging before I wait for the box to link, applying throttle just as the truck clunks forward.

On the way back to the farm, I waffle a bit to think about what happened before I left. There is no way that Applejack of all people would give me these feelings. Even Twilight was a shock because she was quite a bit of a sleeper. Applejack’s different, probably because she fits the complete description. In all honesty, I should’ve seen it a mile away.

However, all of those positive attributes need to stack up against what I know about her that would make us butt heads. For example, us butting heads. She’s a very strong woman, and the exact same is true about her convictions. That’s enough to put us at odds more than I’d be comfortable with. Of course, it doesn’t help that she’s very, um… tigas ulo. Again, more than I’d bargain for. It still amazes me that Rosalina chose me. Applejack wouldn’t even want someone like me anyway.

When I return to the farm, Applejack finds me and rewards me with a bottle of their fizzy stuff. I enjoy it slowly but wait until she leaves to have a huff. Some of the dragon’s breath hangs around, but a nice breeze sends it mostly away. Naturally, I try and get another huff in, but just as I exhale, Applejack turns around.

“You smoke, sugar cube?”

“Yeah. I relapsed a couple months ago.”

“Dang. I’m sorry.”

“Who said I was avoiding relapse?” I quip as I have another huff.

“What??” She snaps back nervously.

“Who said I was avoiding a relapse?”

“Why?”

“Why what?”

“Why would you not want to avoid relapse?”

“I quit for my wife. Won’t be the case for much longer. I ain’t worried. Gives me a chance to get some fresh air.” I say as I take another huff.

“Horseapples! That stuff’s bad for you and you know it!”

“If it is, then how have I not died yet?”

“It‘ll getcha one of these days!” She says back to me as she heads inside.

“Ha! I’ll kill myself before smoking does!”

That statement is enough to throw Applejack way off balance.

“Say what now?” She shouts frozen in her footsteps.

Knowing she’ll pin me against the truck, I quickly open the door and jump in as she starts running back to me. Locking the doors just as she reaches the truck, she tugs on the handle a couple of times before she bangs on the glass and shouts, “What did you just say?” “Max!” “MAX!” “SPLIT! SCIMITAR! IN THE NAME OF ALL THAT IS HOLY, YOU ARE GOING TO TELL ME WHAT YOU JUST SAID!”

Thinking to myself, “oh shit. She just called me by my real name,” I lower the window just a crack after she backs off.

“Yes?” I respond innocently.

“What did you just say?”

“You heard me.”

“What. Did. You. Say?!”

“I said I’ll fly before smoking kills me.”

“That is NOT what you just said.” She says as she charges for me again. Naturally, I close the window and wait for AJ to calm herself. “You better tell me this time or so help me I will…”

“Fine.” I respond by raising my hand and lowering the window. “I said I’ll kill myself before smoking does.”

“You what?!”

“You heard me. I’ll kill myself, before smoking does.”

“I… uh,…”

“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

“Why in the world would you say something like that?” She asks coming out of her stupor.

“Just my sense of humor.”

“Uh, okay?”

“You’ll get used to it, unless you don’t want me around anymore.”

“I never said that. It’s just a little shocking is all.”

“I’m secretly a doctor, minus the M.D., but I do have the wicked sense of humor, crippling student loan debt, and the handwriting.”

“That’s funny.” She chuckles. “The other one, not so much.”

“It’s what I do.”

“Come here, sugar cube!” She says backing up and offering her arms.

“How do I know you’re not gonna hug me to smithereens?”

“You’ll just have to trust me.”

“Fine.” I say as I close the window and open the door.

I stand next to her and just as I expected, Applejack pulls me in and hugs me with the crushing force of a car press. A couple of vertebrae crack as her hug tightens still. As much as I’d love to wrap my arms around her too, I can’t. She’s got my arms pinned.

Apple Bloom returns a few moments later, and upon seeing her older sister hugging me, laughs.

“So, you finally came clean, huh sis?”

Applejack mustn’t’ve heard her, so Apple Bloom decides to sandwich me. I can’t feel her join the hug anyway, seeing as by this point, AJ’s vice-like grip has cut off all circulation below my chest, but the hug continues.

When both sisters let go, they blush because Big Mac has to snap them out after seeing me redder than a beet.

“Apple Bloom? What’re you doing here?” AJ asks.

“I thought we were group hugging.” She says coyly.

“Could be just as well.” I wheeze out.

“No, it isn’t that. I, uh…”

“I told her about some new developments in my divorce. I don’t know if she told you, but after I dropped Rosalina off at the holidays, AJ was with me when Rosalina said, ‘I want a divorce.’

“Oh my gosh!”

“At least I can say ‘my wife left me right before she left with her brother.’”

“Phrasing!” Applejack shouts back, but her sister can only laugh.

“That’s hilarious!” Apple Bloom exclaims dying of laughter.

“Apple Bloom! His wife wants to divorce him and all you can do is laugh?!”

“It’s okay. I came up with that one myself.” I say as Apple Bloom keels over in laughter.

“Left with her brother! That’s gold!” She exclaims struggling for breath.

“In all seriousness though, Max. I want you to know that we care about you. We love you. We all do.”

“Thanks for the support. I have trust issues with word of mouth, so sorry if I don’t drop my façade of eternal depression.”

“Max?” Apple Bloom says as she comes down from her laughing fit. “You have depression?”

“No, but I was suicidal. I keep the mindset around though, as a defense mechanism.”

“What do you mean?”

“Apple Bloom…” I begin, but before I can say anything, AJ stops me.

“Alright, Max. That’s enough. Can I talk to you?” AJ asks me as she eyes her sister, “alone?”

“Alright, but don’t forget the condom!” AB retorts as she runs off laughing.

“Some people.” I say trying to cut the tension.

“Some days. Listen, uh, I don’t want you to think you’re unwelcome, but can you try and cut back on your dark humor? It’s nothing personal, I just don’t feel comfortable with you saying that stuff, especially around the family.”

“I’m sorry. Dark humor is a defense mechanism, and I guess I’m just nervous.”

“Nervous? What do you have to be nervous about, sugar cube?” She asks with a smile.

“You have no idea.”

“I know you’re hiding stuff from me, but still. I’d rather you not say those things.”

“Oh alright then.” I respond as she nods, gives me a much lighter hug than the last time, and heads inside. I toss out the dead sticks, put some fresh ones on deck, and head for my next task.

Having picked all the ripest and readiest apples for immediate delivery, Apple Bloom takes all but a few crates on another local run. The ones that end up with me aren’t going to the shipping center. These are going to the farmhouse. Why? Here’s a hint: “Let me guess: Toast? Nope.”

After Apple Bloom leaves on her final run, AJ and has me back in to block the farmhouse entrance. After I usher in crates with her help, Big Mac pours the crates into a press and calls me over.

“Can you core all these apples? We’re making applesauce.”

“Why not?”

“Here. Save yourself some time.” He says handing me a corer.

I’m a slow worker apparently, because when Apple Bloom returns, I’ve gone through a few bushels. She then comes in and hip checks me, strong enough to knock me off station and straight into the press.

“Man, you’re slow.” She says as she makes quick work of coring.

I only respond by ignoring her as she cores apples faster than I can catch the unusable cores in the refuse bin. When she finishes my batch of apples, the slices head into large pots for boiling before a large portion of ready-to-stomp apples get loaded into the press.

“Looks like they’ve got everything under control here.” I whisper to myself. “Time for a cigarette.”

I sneak out the barn door and check for fresh sticks. I take one and hide on the other side of the truck to have a few huffs.

“Max!” AJ calls faintly from the garage.

I don’t respond, instead nonchalantly continuing to smoke.

AJ calls again.

“Max! Where are ya?”

I wait for a third call.

“Max!”

“Yes?” I respond putting myself in their view.

“Are ya deaf or what?”

“No, I was thinking. What’s up?”

“You’ve been doing an awful lot of that!”

“Well, what do you expect? I’m an introverted, antisocial, homebody. The last place you’ll see me is with people.”

“I’m calling Horseapples on that right now. If you were antisocial, you’d create ways to keep yourself away from people, now come here.”

“What do you need?” I ask as I step right in front of her.

“I need you to move your truck. Now that we’ve loaded the apples for stomping, you’re blocking the sun.”

“Kk.”

I move the truck to right in front of the entrance to the house, wondering where the others’ trucks are. Even Apple Bloom’s truck, which I heard before she kicked me off core duty, is nowhere to be seen.

When I climb out, I continue on the stick before the three siblings jump into the press and start stomping. Granny Smith comes in from the back door and takes a seat on her chair to monitor the sauce production.

“You seem to have all this under control, so I’ll be around if you need anything.”

“Where are you going?”

Author's Note

Tigas Ulo is Tagalog for “hard headed” or “stubborn.”

I have a weakness for Southern Blondes, apparently.

Keeping Good

“I’m gonna get a hotel room. I get good discounts through the place I parked my airplane.”

“WHAT??!!!” Everyone except Big Mac exclaims in unison, almost slipping in the press all at the same time.

“You don’t have to make space for me.”

“Nonsense! We already made space fer ya!” Applejack says.

“Eeyup!” Big Mac blurts as indignant as the others.

“You can sleep with my sister.” Apple Bloom quips.

“Phrasing!” AJ and I shout.

I put my hands on my hips indignant with Apple Bloom while her older sister scoffs.

“Save yourselves the drama, I’ll just get a hotel. Or I can sleep on my plane.”

“NO!” All four shout.

“I have the space for ya.” Applejack says.

“Don’t make excuses now. I don’t want to intrude.”

“Nah, I’m serious. I do.”

“Fine. I’ll take your word for it. But I do need to grab something from my airplane. You don’t need me for anything, do you?”

“For now, no. But you’re expected at the dinner table.”

“I can do that.”

“Good.”

“Is there anything you need until then? Errands, groceries, anything like that?”

“No thanks.” Apple Bloom snickers as she pulls her pant legs up. “We’re good.”

“Well then, I’m gonna go grab what I need from my airplane. Call the ball, I mean the soup on, if you don’t mind.”

“Wilco, Max.” AJ winks back.

“Less chatter, more splatter!” Granny Smith barks as I fire up the truck.

Just as I put her in gear, the revs drop and the engine coughs, dangerously close to stalling out. Immediately, I put it in park and the engine idles normally. I let it idle for about 5 seconds before I put it back in gear again. After the box clunks into engagement, I give throttle and head out after some dark exhaust spews out the tailpipe.

“Oops. Must’ve flooded it.” I respond jokingly in reference to the EFI.

When I reach TAC Air, I ask for ramp access and head onboard, getting comfortable in a first class seat to get everything in my head off my chest. Given my feelings for Applejack compounded to the fact that she’s left space in her bed for me tonight, I really don’t feel like leaving her hanging, but I also don’t think now’s the right time to address the situation.

Upon closer inspection, I took the flight without arming the back 6 doors, which would mean that if I had passengers aboard, the slides would not inflate. Embarrassed, I arm all the doors preemptively, even though I’m traveling alone anyway. When I finally get comfortable in the cabin, I check on the family and share laughs at some of their conversations before I close my eyes for an afternoon nap.

*Call from Applejack*

“Hello?”

“SOUP’S ON!!!” Is all she shouts before hanging up.

“Welp, time to mosey on over.” I whisper rhetorically as I head out of the airport.

When I return to the farmhouse, Granny and Apple Bloom’s trucks are inside the garage, with AJ and Big Mac’s trucks blocking the open entrance. I decide to block all 4 trucks in as a joke before heading in. Breakfast for dinner apparently, I sit next to Granny Smith as we exchange conversation for the evening.

Shaking nervously on the inside, I wait for the others to take their share before I load my plate. As we all fight for leftovers, I finish early and head out back to the airport again.

“Where are ya goin’?” Applejack asks.

“I Still Haven’t Found What I’m Looking For.”

“Ok, Bono.”

“Let me clarify, it’s not a Joshua Tree I lost.”

She lets out a few hearty chuckles before I step out the door. As I leave, this time without any problems, I return to FSM and head back onboard. Regardless of rules against APU’s, I’m not gonna run it for noise reasons. It is noticeably warm in here, so I disarm the front four doors and open them all to try and get some circulation in. Relatively successfully, I let the cabin chill but relax in the first row to let the hot air escape before locking and rearming the back two, leaving me to relax with L1 and R1 along with the cockpit windows wide open.

Eventually, as the sun goes down, I head to the terminal and brush my teeth, so as soon as I return to the plane, I get comfortable and fall asleep to the gentle sound of rustling leaves, blowing wind, Applejack calling me…

“Hello?”

“Where are ya?”

“Still looking.”

“How in the world does it take you this long to find what you were looking for?”

“Every seat, nook and cranny has to be inspected.”

“What are you looking for anyway?”

“That, is personal.”

“Okay… well, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were making excuses to not stay with us. Is that so?”

“I do. It’s just that… I’m antisocial.” I sigh before continuing, “uh, you know what? Fine. I’m nervous.”

“About what?”

“Sharing a bed with you, actually.”

“Aw, shucks. I’m not a sprawler, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

“I just have issues with sharing beds in general. It’s genuinely a wonder how I’ve been married three times.”

“Look, you got nothing to worry about. You’ll thank yourself for not sleeping on an airplane.”

“I’ll take your word for it. Forgive me if I withhold my enthusiasm.”

“You’re sharing a bed with me, what’s not to love?”

“Phrasing, actually.” I respond with a chuckle.

“Look, if you want to shut Apple Bloom up, we’ll just have to humor her.”

“You don’t mean…”

“Yup!”

“Great. Your sister’s splendid!”

“Okay, come on back now, ya hear?”

“On the way.”

“Alright, Bye.”

“Cya!” “God damn it.” I say as I rearm R1 and close the cockpit windows. After I wish the desk well, I fire the truck up and head back, where Applejack is waiting for me on the porch.

After I turn the engine off, Applejack comes down and meets me at the truck. She’s red in the face and very cross.

“Hi Applejack.”

“Don’t ‘hi applejack’ me.”

“Excuse me for being antisocial.”

“You know, there’s antisocial, and there’s just plain leaving us behind.”

“That’s not what I wanted and you know it.”

“And abandoning us just to be alone is?”

“You’re right. I’m sorry. I just, there are issues I have that need to be addressed and sorry to say, even being here on the farm hasn’t exactly helped.”

“Well, that’s because you’re not really doing much actual work. Not that we need you outside of deliveries anyway.”

“It’s fine. I’d just slow you down.”

“Trust me. I’ve worked with plenty of others, you wouldn’t be the worst.”

“You overestimate my abilities.”

“And you don’t give yourself enough credit.” She says as she offers me her arm for locking, which I oblige. Cheerily, we walk in and head to her bedroom after I drop my toiletries in her bathroom.

“Do you have a side you sleep on?”

“Uh, usually the left so I can open the blinds.”

“Cool.”

“You really that uncomfortable with this?”

“No. I, I, I…” I sigh. “Maybe I should just sleep on the floor.”

“Nonsense! You can cuddle with me. I don’t mind. If it’ll help you fall asleep.” She winks.

“Wouldn’t that feel nice?” I mutter to myself.

“Say what now?”

“I appreciate the gesture. Be warned now, you might get snuggled tonight.”

“I thought you weren’t comfortable sharing a bed.”

“I’m not, but I might mistake you for a pillow. Just warning you now.” I say putting my hands up.

“Oh alright. But don’t be surprised if you get whooped in response.” She winks back.

“Yay.”

*text!*

“Hi, you can pick me up whenever you’re ready.”

“Okay. I’ll let you know when I leave. Night.”

“Night.”

“Rosalina?” AJ asks.

“Yeah. She was just talking to me about some stuff from her parents’ estate. She’s ready for me whenever.”

“Do you need to leave?”

“I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

“Good, ‘cause we plan on keeping you around for a few days.” She responds, and with that, we both climb into bed and get comfortable. Her alarm is set for 5:00.

Author's Note

EFI stands for electronic fuel injection. As fuel is injected directly into the cylinders, controlled by an electronic distributor, flooding the engine would generally refer to carbureted engines, and less commonly piston aircraft with mechanical injection systems.

The APU is a small jet that provides electrical power in lieu of a generator, it is very loud and is likely why a jet plane is very noisy even when the engines are not running. For obvious reasons, there are often very strict rules on the use of APUs on a ramp.

Referring to the emergency exit doors, L1, L2, etc are those doors on the left side of the aircraft, from front to back. And R1, R2, etc are those doors on the right side of the aircraft, from front to back.

Sunrise Makes Me Squirm

Much to my chagrin, I’m shot awake with a massive need to use the toilet. Well before sunrise, I rush to the bathroom to take care of the issue before I step in the shower. The hot water kicks in just as I hear the faint sound of either a rooster crowing or a metal alarm clock; not sure why they would sound alike, but I blame mental fog.

After I step out and brush my teeth, Applejack knocks on the bathroom door, which I unlock. She steps in with a red front-knotted blouse with the sleeves rolled up, tucked into form-fitting blue work jeans, tucked into her boots.

“Rise and shine. Your belt’s crooked.” I greet.

“How’d you beat me?”

“Credit is due to my colon. I’ll leave it at that.”

“Well then, in that case, I’ll do the morning chores and we can have breakfast. Sound good?”

“AJ, I’m spending time with you. Of course it will be good.”

“Aw. Thanks!” She blushes.

“She’s all yours.” I say as I replace my toothbrush.

“Don’t need it now.” She says as she ties her ponytail up with a red bandana.

“Have fun.” I retort as she leaves humming a tune to herself.

But by the time I can leave the bedroom, she’s sliding down the railing just as Big Mac heads to the kitchen. He eyes me and nods just as I copy his sister.

“You like her, don’t ya?” He asks right off the bat.

“Aye, I do. No one else, not even my wife, would step up and do what she did when I broke down in Chicago.”

“I don’t mean to pry, but what exactly happened?”

“I don’t really know. I’m not going to say I had them to have them, but if I could put my finger on something, it was rooted in xenophobia.”

“Zeno what?”

“Xenophobia. Fear of the unknown.”

“Oh. I get them confused. I only know claustrophobic and acrophobic.”

“Sure.”

“Want somethin’ to eat?”

“I’m alright for now. AJ said she wanted to have breakfast with me after the morning chores.”

“Ha! She’s funny. Those’ll take her ‘till at least Apple Bloom wakes up.”

“Yes, and what time would that be?”

“10:00.”

“How has she survived as a farmer?”

“She doesn’t do much actual farm work. She prefers to remain a housekeeper and delivery driver. She works for our local charity, and is pretty active in the community. She really likes helping people. For that reason, she also spends a lot of time out. Hence, housekeeping and delivery driver.”

“Nice.”

“Wait, where was this conversation going?”

“Uh, something about breakfast.”

“Right! I can’t cook, so can I interest you in a sugary breakfast cereal?”

“Ha! I’ll just do a glass of product.”

“What?”

“Your specialty, and a tall one at that.”

“You’re not making a lick of sense.”

“Apple Juice, or cider.”

“Oh. Ha! Should’ve caught that one.”

“Sorry. I’ve developed my sense of humor over so long it’s layered like an onion. Admittedly, most of the time my jokes are so tongue in cheek that it goes over most people’s heads.”

“That’s alright. Though now that I think of it, I think we need to have a talk.”

“We already are.”

“I know, but none of this “cold pizza, leftover meatloaf” stuff.”

“Oh my God, you watch Friends?”

“I did. Was a huge fan, although many generations removed.”

“Nice. Well, if it’s a serious talk you want, both your sisters are I assume out of earshot, and based on your response, I’m actually quite relieved.”

“Oh no. That can’t be good.”

“Oh, relax.”

“Well, let me get you your Apple juice.”

“Thank you.”

“Eeyup.”

When he puts the glass on the table, he sits right across from me and begins the discussion.

“Now, look: I’m sure you know why I have to give you this, and it’s clear we’re both on the same page.”

“Yep.”

“Care to speak your mind before I say anything else?”

“Actually, Yes. It all started yesterday, when I was waiting for my crates in the north orchard. Having not much else to do as per AJ’s instructions, I just waited and watched her at work. Next thing I know, I get these, um, ‘visions’ of a nightmare I hadn’t realized since I was in college.”

“Okay…”

“I must warn you that the details are very… explicit.”

He nods.

“Okay. In college, a buddy and I shook on his legal right to murder me if I met the following conditions: employed by Delta, based in Atlanta, marry a southern blonde.”

His eyes double in size as I grit my teeth. “It was a b.s. gentlemen’s agreement, but having met someone like Applejack, who meets the obvious aforementioned criterion, that revelation was a little more than scary.”

“Well, I can’t say I’m not shocked.”

“Look, I’m sorry to be so upfront, but fact of the matter is that it did happen, and AJ doesn’t know. I am attracted to Applejack, but I can’t say that my feelings are necessarily romantic. Like I said earlier, the fact that she stepped up to basically coddle me during two mental breakdowns may be the only reason why these feelings are there in the first place. I’m relieved I can talk to you about it because obviously, I can get it off my chest, but also, seeing as you’re her older brother, and because you’re so approachable and easy to talk to, it just makes sense.”

“Eeyup.” He says before taking a breath. “First of all, Thank you for sharing. I’m glad that AJ’s motherly instincts are still strong. She’s been wanting to start a family of her own so that the future of the farm is secured. Life however just hasn’t been resourceful in that department.”

“I find that hard to believe. I mean, how has no one married her? She’s the perfect woman for just about anyone. Hard-working, committed, honest, strong, faithful, kind…”

“Whoa. I didn’t realize it was that bad.”

“Please don’t take that to mean anything because 1. I’m still married. 2. Even if I was single, she’s the right person for me, but I’m not the right person for her.”

“I have’ta agree on that one. You’re not exactly farmer material.”

“No I ain’t.”

“Still, I think that what you two have is something I haven’t seen with anyone else she’s even shown remote interest in in a very long time.”

“Thank you, that means a lot.”

“However, I do have to put my foot down. I cannot allow you to be part of the family she wants to start.”

“I understand.”

“But she’s a grown woman, she can make her own decisions. If she chooses you, there’s nothing I can do about it except that if you hurt her or cause harm to her, I will hunt you down.”

“I have several questions.”

He nods.

“Are you bloodline purists?”

“What do you mean?”

“Would you only marry in your demographic so that your kids will look like you?”

“Are you basically asking if we’re okay with interracial marriage?”

“Not quite, but yes.”

“I mean, we’d prefer it to be, but it doesn’t matter.”

“Thank God.” I utter under my breath.

“Why is that a relief?”

“I ran into that exact problem in college. Before we shook on our agreement, we used to joke about how I had a crush on one of our buddies’ older sister, but it turned out she was a hardcore purist. She wanted her kids to look like her: blonde haired, blue eyed, all that.”

He nods.

“Worse still, when we ended up meeting, she hated me. I like to think it’s because the beans were spilled, but in reality, we never got to know each other aside from saying hello. Not like I care now. It was just having been reminded of both of those situations from my interactions with Applejack brought those memories back.”

“Okay… um, all I can say is…”

“Howdy Big Mac! Morning sugar cube! Whatcha want for breakfast?” AJ bursts in fresh off the morning chores.

“Uh, I was just gonna go to McDonalds.”

“How dare you!” She snaps back at me. “Mac?”

“What’s in the fridge?” He shrugs.

“You want Flapjacks again?”

“Nope.”

“Wanna go to McD’s with me?” I respond with facetiously.

“Stop that, Max!” AJ snaps back. “You want ham and eggs?”

“Is there anything sweet?” Mac asks before he gets up and heads into the kitchen.

“We have applesauce.”

“You want to make Flapjacks, don’t ya?” Big Mac asks his sister.

“Kind of. I’ve been on a kick with them recently.” She responds with puppy dog eyes.

“I hope that doesn’t have anything to do with me.” I whisper to myself.

“You’re the guest, Max. What’d you like for breakfast?“

“I’m not really feeling anything in particular, hence my McDonald’s suggestion.“

“Quit it!”

“If I really wanted to, I could just cook myself.“

“Nonsense! Let me take care of ya’!”

“Okay then. At least take some eggs out. That’s always a constant with me.”

“Now we’re getting somewhere!“

I groan in contemplation before I spit out, “You may as well take the ham out then.”

“See, was that so hard? How many eggs d’ya want?”

“Uh, let’s do three. And what kind of ham are we talking about? Sliced like Canadian bacon? Or are you cutting off a Honey Baked?”

“It’s a ham steak actually. How many pieces you want?”

“Um, let’s do three there too. Keep it 1:1.”

“Alright then! Anything else you want? Toast?”

“I’ll handle that.”

“Nah uh. Let me handle it.”

“Okay fine. Two slices of toast, but at least let me butter them.”

“Ugh. Fine.” She responds playfully.

I then decide to jump in the kitchen to get a closer view of the elder Apples engaging in some sibling banter. I try to “fly on the wall” but the rapid action shoos me away, so I head for the bathroom.

When I return to the dining room, AJ is still busy. Big Mac caved and is now cooking pancakes on the other burner. A quick time check reveals only an hour before Apple picking starts based on yesterday. Just as I reach the answer, Applejack calls “soup’s on” and serves me my plate.

“Eat up, sugar cube! You’ve got an easy day ahead of ya.”

“Thank you very much. Your hospitality means a lot.”

“Absolutely!”

“Morning, sis.” A freshly showered Apple Bloom greets from the other hall.

“Howdy, Apple Bloom! Usual?”

“Eyup.”

“Got it!” She shouts as she pulls some frozens out and pours oil into a pot.

“What are those?”

“Apple fritters! Been a favorite of Apple Bloom’s ever since her first family reunion!”

“Nice.”

“Howdy, Max! Sleep well last night?”

“Not really.”

She purrs provocatively in response.

“Careful. You’re asking for trouble.”

“Aww, cute. You won’t admit to it.”

“¡Jajaja, qué funny!”

I soon finish breakfast and start the truck for the first delivery run. Today, I’m with Big Mac per AB’s request.

“Ready?” I ask after he rolls up his sleeves.

“Eeyup.”

“Let’s go.” I respond putting the truck in gear. “Which orchard?”

“Northwest.”

“Cool.” I say as I reference the map before putting my foot down.

After I shut the car up by belting up, I put my foot down and have some fun with the dirt roads. As I back into the loading bay, Big Mac shoulder checks with me and asks,

“You put a backup beeper on your truck?”

“Yep. Lost a bet with a friend.”

“What happened?”

“Long story short, I couldn’t parallel park as well as he could. We did a parallel parking challenge between 2 bins. I hit one, he didn’t.”

He only nods.

“You need any help?”

“Nah. I can take care of it. Thanks.”

I decide to drop the windows and put some music on. I keep the level to “party soft” and watch him through the rear view.

Suddenly, Apple Bloom blares her born and showers the truck in dust, the phone rings soon after it settles.

“Hello? Ooh, one second.” I switch from Bluetooth to phone. “Hello?”

“Hey, how are you?” Rosalina calls.

“I’m alright. Having some fun on the farm.”

“Nice. I have a question for you.”

“Go ahead.”

“Do you know where I can find a good deal on a Wrangler?”

“CDJR Skokie? They’d be closest to you. And conveniently, close to my first house, Old Orchard, and the hotel my family stays at when they visit.”

“Okay.”

“Are you gonna custom order?”

“I guess, if they don’t have what I’m looking for.”

“What specifically, obligation to ask?”

“Well, I’m kind of pulled between the Rubicon and the Sahara.”

“2 door or 4?”

“Probably 4.”

“Okay. Um, I have to ask, 3 pedals or 2?”

“As much as I would enjoy it, I would probably still choose 2, if it’s a daily driver.”

“Fair enough.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be. I’m not forcing anyone to try.”

“I know, but I’m still sorry about what happened to you.”

“I was a hopeless optimist. Anyway, don’t let this dissuade you, but why Wrangler?”

“Just a personal choice I guess.”

“If I was gonna suggest a Jeep, I’d get a Grand Cherokee, Trackhawk even.”

“That’s because you like the Hellcat engine.”

“No argument, but nevertheless I‘d say avoid the Sahara. Too mainstream.”

“Fair point.”

“Do you plan on actually rock crawling or just trailblazing?”

“Just trailblazing. I’m not that adventurous.”

“You’d’ve had me fooled.”

“Funny. In all seriousness though, I’m leaning towards the MOAB.”

“I will not say it’s a bad idea. I would say a Rubicon would be a better deal, but I will not advise against a MOAB.”

“I’ll go ahead and go for it then.”

“Okay. How much do you want?”

“In terms of what?”

“Money. $40-$50k?”

“No. I don’t want your help on this one.”

“I think it’ll just save you a headache.”

“You really that afraid of credit?”

“No. I think it’s stupid how missing a payment by only a minute can send you from a perfect 640 to “if you had $35,000 cash, I couldn’t let you put 10% down on a car that costs $9.”

“Okay then… Thanks for the help.”

“My pleasure. Send pics, let me know when you’re ready to head back with your new car.”

“Will do. Bye.”

After I hang up, I check the damage of Apple Bloom’s stunt before Big Mac loads crates into the bed.

“Afraid of a little dust?”

“No. Just want to make sure she didn’t throw a sand dune inside.”

“Eeyup.”

“Whoa. Got a good bunch today.”

“Eeyup. Beautiful for the shipping run.”

“Really? With a bumper crop like this?”

“Eeyup.”

“Alright then.” I respond as I load the rest of the crates.

After the crates fill the bed to capacity, one crate gets tucked into the back seat. Big Mac then climbs in and says, “East Orchard.”

“Yay. You want me to take these to warehouse now?”

“Uh, sure.”

“Cool.”

With that, I drop him off at the East Orchard before booking it out with plenty of cargo in tow. At the warehouse, I check in with the guard, back into the loading bay and grab the one crate not in the bed. After I shake hands with the shippers, I head back to the orchard as AB texts, “grab Big Mac and his haul. Lunchtime!”

Call Me Crazy, Misunderstood

I take my time heading back. When I head for the east orchard, Big Mac has three crates ready, but he decides not to load them. Just as I shout “soup’s on,” he finishes his tree and packs the crate. He then wipes his brow and says, “lunchtime,” which is all I need to head back to the house.

At lunch, Granny rolls out pasta salad, turkey and fixin’s for sandwiches, and butternut squash soup.

“Thank you kindly for your hospitality. It’s been a pleasure to help you, even if it is just delivery driving.”

“Please!” Granny scoffs. “Apple Bloom wanted the help, and Applejack figured you’d be available.”

“How sweet. I’m glad I came. By the way, when is your offseason?”

“Our first apples are in season as early as mid-April.” Applejack answers. “The last ones go out of season as late as early November. So, the holidays through spring break are our prime vacation time. We’re finally planning a holiday vacation once the farm goes off-season this next year.”

“Sweet! Just let me know when and where with 24 hours minimum advance notice.”

“Alright!” AB shouts. “Hawaii, here we come!”

“Less speakin’, more eatin’!” Granny shouts. “You don’t got all afternoon to finish up ‘yer work.”

With that, we all eat up and call a good meal complete in just over an hour. After I help bus dishes, I take Mac back to the orchard, with more crates than I have bed space yet again.

After I help him load those up, he joins me and says, “after this, stop by the supermarket.”

“Perfect. I need cigarettes anyway.”

“Really, Max?”

“Does it bother you?”

“Yes, it does. You’re gonna have to kick the habit.”

“These are e-cigarettes though. All water vapor.”

“Doesn’t matter. If you think it’s a safer alternative, then you’re sorely mistaken.”

“I know the risks, and I do it anyway.”

“Alright, but just know that AJ, AB, nor I will give you our blessing.”

“Good. Might actually be an excuse not to act on my feelings.”

Mac only shrugs as I give my ID to the guard for receivables. After a few minutes fussing with crates, with only one loader, we get the all clear and head for the grocery store. When we park, we head in and I grab a cart just in case.

As Big Mac looks for food, he runs into a few friends and catches up. I ask for the list as one of his conversations carries on, so I let them catch up.

In no time at all, thanks to a wonderfully organized store, I have Mac scan the basket before I cover the purchase, against his wishes.

When we return, Mac reimburses me in cash just as Applejack and her sister return from the orchards.

“Did the local run together?”

“Yup!” AJ beams.

“Lucky you.”

“And with that, I think we’re all good. You’re free to go.”

“Really? That seems awful quick.”

“I know. But now that we have the bulk of our bumper crop shipped, it’s back to business as usual.”

“Yay?”

“Uh, sure I guess. When are you leaving?”

“Either tomorrow or the day after.”

“Okay. Well, you’re welcome to stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you, I appreciate that.”

Later that night, after dinner, I offer help washing the dishes, but Granny refuses. For the night, I decide to join Applejack in watching some prime time television. It is Thursday night, so tomorrow would be the opportune time to leave. Since I’m picking up Rosalina, it would behoove me to get out of Chicago airspace before the big rush.

“Friends? You and Big Mac?”

“Eyup! Staple of our childhood.”

“Nice. Me too!”

“Ooh, [The One With The] Evil Ortho[dontist]. Not a fan of this episode.”

“Yea... I didn’t like this one much either.”

“Wanna hang out and chat upstairs?”

“Okay.” She says turning the TV off.

After I use the bathroom, I head up and pack my bag before I lay down next to AJ, staring at the ceiling.

“So Sugar Cube, what’s on your mind?”

“Well, I’m gonna be straight with you: Big Mac and I talked about us, especially because Apple Bloom loves to tease us about it.”

“And?”

“I came clean to him.”

“Okay?”

“I mean, he doesn’t think we would be good together.”

“Of course not. He’s my big brother. Not very many are on his good list.”

“I shouldn’t be surprised.” I respond just as a text comes in.

“I know I said you could take your time, but can you come soon? I have stuff with me that needs to go with stuff in California.”

“Okay. Is it too personal for me to ask what it is?” I text back.

“It’s old personal information on our parents. Lockie said it needs to go with me because he’s strapped for space in his house.”

“Sure. Well, I expect to be done here in a couple days or so. I’ll let you know.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah.”

“Look, if you need to leave right now, don’t let me stand in your way.”

“I’m not going to leave until I tell you how I feel, about us.”

Applejack’s face changes as mine does. Clearly we’re both nervous.

“Say what now?”

Suddenly, knowing I just outed myself, I decide to lay it all out. “Where do I start? My wife needs the paperwork done, my friends are hounding me to stop smoking, I’ve relapsed a third time, and especially hard this time around, and the elephant in the room…” I say with increasing speed and pitch.

“Stop.” She cuts me off by putting a finger on my lips. “Breathe in.”

I do as I’m told.

“Now let it out. Slowly.”

I respond with a deep sigh.

“Okay. Now, what’s on your mind?”

“Can you keep this between us?”

“You have my word.” She says removing her hat.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, and I think you may already know, but I’ve been smitten with you ever since we met because you were so receptive to my, um… breakdowns.”

“Aw, shucks sugarcube. I was just doing what I had to do.” She says laying a gentle hand on my arm.

“Well, as a result, I think that this may be my gratefulness talking, but I think I may have… feelings for you.” I say muttering the last three words.

“Sorry, say that again, sugar cube?”

“I. Have… feelings, for you.”

“What?!” She snaps back in disbelief.

“I don’t know if they’re genuine or it’s just a crush from the holiday, but I can’t lie to you. Apple Bloom may or may not have been half-right.”

I wait for some kind of response, but nothing comes out. Feeling just as shocked as she looks, I let her take it in and file my flight plan for SMG, departure in 2 hours.

“Applejack?”

Nothing.

“AJ?” “Anyone home?” “Applejack?” “Applejack?” “Earth to Applejack?”

I sigh disappointedly and say, “I know that this is no easy news, but I cannot lie to you. Now that I’ve been completely honest, and I know how you’ve taken it, I can die happy. I’ll see you in San Francisco.”

With that, I head for the bathroom and make sure I have all my things, drop it in my bag, and make sure I have everything else. Applejack is still on her bed in disbelief, unmoved from when I got up.

“It’s been a real slice to have helped you over these past few days. I hope that we can still be friends. I really do like you, and I do not regret being honest with you. Goodbye, Applejack. Thank you for everything.” I say to her rhetorically.

After I shut her door behind her, I head for Apple Bloom’s room.

“Hey, you got a few seconds?”

“Sure, Max. What’s up?”

“I finally did it. I came clean to Applejack.”

“YOU TOLD HER YOU LIKED HER??!!!!”

“Aye, I did. Obviously, you can tell how well she took the news.” I say nodding to my bag.

“WHY WOULD YOU TELL HER THAT??!!!”

“I figured it would be easier on my conscience if I told her. She’s one of the most honest and upfront people I’ve ever met, so I thought I would return the favor. Besides, at least she knows, so there won’t be any future awkward interactions, at least on my part. Though I imagine at present this may be the last interaction we have for the near future. Nevertheless, thank you for your hospitality and see you later. I hope that whatever happens between your sister and I does not affect us.”

Apple Bloom goes paler than a bucket as I turn around and leave. Up next, Big Mac.

“Hey Big Mac, I did it. I came clean. I told Applejack.”

He nods.

“This is how she took it.” I say holding up my bag. “So, it is with a heavy heart I announce my departure. It’s been a pleasure helping you out, and I will happily help out again. I hope that whatever happens between Applejack and I doesn’t affect our relationship. See you later.”

He stands there surprised as I make my way downstairs to say goodbye to Granny.

“Hi Granny. I have to leave now.”

“Oh, why so late?”

“Well, my wife needs me to pick her up, but I have to tell you something. You know how Apple Bloom kept teasing AJ and I about being together?”

“Yea?”

“Well, I came clean and told Applejack that I have feelings for her. Figured it’d be better to be honest with her than let it destroy me from the inside, and she took the news pretty well.” I say raising my forearm with my bag. “It’s been an absolute pleasure working for you, and I will gratefully take the opportunity to do it again. I hope that what happens between Applejack and I does not affect our relationship, but I cannot control that.”

“Oh. Well, Applejack has never been the best one to receive news of romantic feelings well. Nevertheless, that doesn’t change what I think of you. Come here.” She responds opening her arms for a hug.

“Thank you for your support, Granny. I’ll see you soon.”

“Alright.”

“Thank you for everything!” I say in our embrace.

“You’re welcome, dear. Y'all come on back now, ya hear?”

When we let go, I nod, head for the front door and slip my shoes on. As I step out the door, I unlock the truck, toss my bag in the back seat, hop in and fire her up. I let her idle for a few seconds to warm up and check the status of the flight plan. Confirmed on file, I release the brakes as the taillights reveal a figure bursting out the front door in the rear view mirror. In response regardless of who it is, I stomp on the throttle and let the dust fly as my farewell to Sweet Apple Acres for now.

After I buzz the gate and give my name, I get access and wait for the gate to close. When I drive onto the plane, I power on the APU and preflight.

When I secure the car, I close the garage behind me and open L1 to air the cabin out while I get settled in the cockpit. After I calibrate the instruments and verify all is good, I test the radios and then close and arm L1 along with the other seven exit doors. Once all ready to go, I read the clearance back as filed: KFSM FSM V13 RZC J105 BDF V156 EON KSMG.

After I start the engines, I set flaps and check temps. After 5 minutes, I get taxi clearance and shut off the APU. Glad I could get my feelings for Applejack off my chest, I radio tower to get takeoff clearance.

“Fort Smith Tower, Airbus 212HA short 26, ready for departure.”

“N212HA, Fort Smith Tower, hold short runway 26, IFR release.”

“Hold short 26, 212HA.”

A few seconds later, I receive a text.

“Hey Max, I feel bad about sending you away like that. I overreacted. I’m sorry.”

“No need to apologize. You had every right to react like you did. It’s never easy to take that kind of news lightly. I’ve said it before, I’ll say it again: I don’t know if my feelings are genuine or I’m speaking out of grace, but I can’t say what I said was untrue. If you’re still open to a meal date, my offer still stands.”

Just as AJ replies, ATC keys, “Airbus N212HA, runway 26, cleared for takeoff.”

I open the text and smile.

“I’d like that very much, Sugar Cube.”

“Cleared for takeoff 26, Airbus 212HA.”