Who Are You And What Have You Done With Scootaloo? - A Scootaloo Love Story

Nov. 4th 7:24PM:

Hey again Journal.

Today I went crusading with the girls and Rain. I woke up first thing in the morning... Well, 10 o'clock, but... As soon afterwards I... Well, no, I had breakfast and lounged around a bit... I got up late and eventually went to crusade, you happy? Anyway, I went to get Rain first. He wakes up early, I should know. He once got up at seven, on a weekend! The colt is insane.

After chilling and talking with him a bit we got Sweetie Belle. She lives in the city, which is a ways away, but not as far as Sweet Apple Acres, so I decided to pick her up first. There was room for one more in the wagon, and we always kept it that way in case we had a visitor. This one I hope to be permanent.

Anyway, the Carousel Boutique was open, so it was a mess to get Sweetie outta there. Rarity not only was running 'round store like a mad-mare, but insisted Sweetie Belle help do... Whatever it is Rarity does. (Is it taking inventory or something? Do you even take inventory at a fashion store? Is it called a fashion store even?) Luckily, we were able to escort her safely out of the building with only a minor hustled nag from Rarity. She can be a pain, but I don't complain. She knows what she's doing and just because I'm not interested doesn’t mean I shouldn't like her. She's just a bit hard to like.

"Hoo... Thanks for getting me out of there! Rarity is being really... Rarity!" she thanked

"Really? I would've never guessed!" Rain said sarcastically. He can be very sarcastic. Well, at times. I chuckled.

"No, I mean she's acting like herself, but times ten!" Sweetie exclaimed. She was obviously a little edgy after doing so much work. I don't think that Rain knew about Sweetie Belle's voice cracks, because he burst out laughing. Sweetie didn't take that lightly. "Hey! Shut up!" she screamed. And so he did. He turned to apologetic mode.

"Oh, hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anypony's feelings!" he said sincerely. Sweetie's face softened.

"Okay. Fine. Sorry. I have a bit of a temper"

"It's fine, I get that way too,"

"Okay, okay,"

The rest of the walk to Sweet Apple Acres isn't really embedded in my memory, nor the conversations, but they took the entirety of the 30 minute walk.

Applebloom wasn't too pleased that Rain was there, but she didn't say much about it. Neither did he. And Applebloom had made a plan, which made me kinda disappointed, because I usually do that. The first thing on her list was to help Applejack, Applebloom's older sister, buck some apples. We had done this before, but had been pretty decent at it. And now we had some new techniques. I don't remember it exactly, but surprisingly Rain did very well.

After that was helping a local carrot vender, Carrot Top, with advertising and junk. We made signs and rang a bell, Rain wore a sign with an arrow pointing to the store, to draw attention to it, and so on, it was kind of fun. But it was a Sweetie Belle original idea, so of course, she took charge of the situation. No offense to her, but she was never good with all the  "artsey-fartsy" stuff. That's more of Applebloom's strongpoint. And after all these endeavors, she still doesn’t understand the concept of washing between brush strokes. I swear I could paint better the amount of times I've heard Applebloom give Sweetie instructions on how to! Rain and I did one together of Carrot Top holding a carrot with her mouth by the green, leafy part. She actually hung that one up, one that Applebloom did, and, I guess to be nice, put up Sweetie’s best one. It wasn't great, but it was her best.

The next item on the list was Helping Pinkie at Sugarcube Corner. You know, for Pinkie, she wasn't very happy to see a new face in Ponyville. Almost as if she already knew him. Come to think of it, that's what everypony's been like as of late.

Anyway, none of us were really cooks. We each made three muffins, it was a twelve slotted pan.. My three were green, Rains were burnt and shriveled, Sweetie Belle's were uneven and tasteless, and Applebloom's looked edible, but tasted like chicken feathers, bad lemons, and dirt. Pinkie just laughed and gave us all premade muffins. She bid us goodbye and went back inside. There was something off about it all. I still can't place my hoof on it.

I already thought Rain was cue, but I think I'm genuinely beginning to have a crush on him. I told Applebloom and Sweetie, they were in hysterics!

Sweetie said something along the lines of "You... You can't... What the hay!?"

"I am allowed to have a crush on whoever I please" I responded

"You're beginning to sound like Rarity!" she snapped. I recoiled.

"Not exactly. Why are you guys so... Bleh about this?"

"Do you know who he feathering is?"

"Rain Chaser?"

"Beyond that?"

"Well, I don't like his parents, but..."

"Forgeyut eeyit! You'll geyit what's comin' to ya!" shouted Applebloom and stormed off. Sweetie followed. Man, I've been dying to get that in writing. I just felt like I should tell you about my day.

Oh, and by the by, Applebloom really talks like that. Dunno where that came from. Who knows. They haven't spoken to me since.

I talked to Rain about it. He doesn't know what they're talking about. And his parents are getting weirder. It's hard to believe, I realize, but they did. When I knocked on the door, they answered. Of course, I was scared. They exchanged nervous looks and the dad ran back in the house, a door slammed, and the mom invited me in. As soon as I was inside everything was hectic and uncontrollable. Everypony was limiting conversation to a couple of sentences. There are more words in a Vinyl Scratch song than the words spoken between me and them. Yeesh.

Well, Nightmare Night is coming up soon. There's a rumor that's been around since my mom and dad were foals that Nightmare Night was on the last day of October way back when. Even if it was, what matters now is that it's in a week and I still dunno what I'm going as!

Rain is being a giant potato. I've seen the costume, it's pathetic. It looks more like the product of a dog having really spicy peppers, if you catch my drift.

You know, Journal, I also wanted to write this down to see if I really think it's a good idea. You ready?

Should I be more than friends with Rain? Should I ask him out?

...

Nah! He'd want to stay at friends. It's as a wise mare once said: Darn friend circle!

Well, time for dinner.

More later.