It all began on a trip back to Ponyville, a month after the events of My Time in Ponyville. I was going to visit a friend while coming home from work. She was a very good friend I made when I first visited Ponyville. She helped me out a lot by fixing me up when I was down. This friend of mine, Fluttershy (You may know her), was busy talking to her animals at the time I arrived near her home, but I (having no idea of this at the time) went straight to her house to say hi. I even bought her a bouquet of flowers, just as a friendly gift. Back home in Trottingham, I put Orthero to work filing important papers at my house. He just started this morning and got a whole stack of papers done . He only has ten more stacks to go.
As I was walking up to the house, Pinkie Pie, the town's 'Party pony', showed up, as if out of nowhere and began to sing her welcoming song. Few ponies in Equestria don't like singing pink ponies, and if you know me...I am one of them. As soon as she began too open her mouth to start a chorus, I yelled aloud.
“Pinkie!” I screamed.
“What is it Willie?” Pinkie asked, with a huge grin on her face.
“I'm very sorry, but I do not have time for this,” I said, sighing, “I am only here to say hello to Fluttershy.”
“Ohhhh,” she said, “Well...we can still have FUN!”
I looked at her, I had no idea how to tell her that I'm not interested in games.
“Here take these, and go...somewhere else please...” I asked politely, even giving up the bouquet. My impulsive decision did well, for Pinkie left with great speed and a “Thank you!”
I still can't believe everypony, when they tell me that I used to be like that in High school. I walked up to Fluttershy's door, and knocked gently on the hardwood. I was careful not to scare any of the animals she tends to. After waiting a couple of minutes I thought that she might not be home, so I turned to walk to the train station. Maybe another time. Just then, the door opened and I quickly turned around to see, not Fluttershy, but instead a pony I had not met before. She was rather peculiar, with her blue coat and red mane,which she was hiding in. Fluttershy did the same when I first met her...
This pony's wings were folded at her sides, tightly. Through her mane, her cheeks were red. There was no hiding emotions from Sir William...
I thought perhaps she had never seen a green-mane before, for she was looking curiously at me. She scraped her hoof gently on the ground, as if waiting for me to leave. The backdoor of Fluttershy's home opened, making us both jump. Fluttershy had just returned from a walk through the forest or something. When the new pony turned her head to look toward the back door, her mane moved from her face. The hair move ever so gracefully, revealing her petite, yet adorable features. Her cute little nose represented passion in a way. Her small, gracious ears were up in attention... I was somewhat attracted. Her eyes were what got me, though. Those clear green eyes reminded me of all of the beautiful pastures I grazed in when I was just a foal. They reminded me of the trees I used to climb and the sour apples I used to eat. They brought back all of the purity I had lost when half of Trottingham turned industrial. The beauty of nature shone brightly in her eyes. As she turned her head, I felt like staring into her eyes for eternity. What was a couple seconds turned into hours. Before I knew it, I began feeling emotions I had not ever felt for anypony before. She turned back to me. I guess she saw me looking at her, for her cheeks turned bright red.
“What are you l-looking at?” she stuttered. Even her voice was peaceful. I could not answer, for I was so overwhelmed by her beauty. I muttered a bit and then, realizing that I was still looking at her eyes, I spoke up.
“I...um...I...” I stammered.
She hid back in her mane, covering her eyes. I snapped to.
“Oh...I'm very sorry...I was just going to ask you what your name...was...”
She began to scoot away, still hiding in her mane, when Fluttershy came up to the door.
“William? What are you doing here?” She asked.
“I was just going to say hello, when your friend over there answered the door...”
I looked back at where the mystery pony was. She had just trotted off.
“Oh, her?” Fluttershy began, “That's Bluestreak. I used to babysit her when she was a filly.”
Bluestreak. How could a pony have that name being so shy?...and so beautiful?
I smiled, “She looks pretty shy.”
“Oh, she is. But don't worry, she's also very brave... plus, she is a fast flyer.”
I looked see if Bluestreak was there, which she wasn't, and I looked at Fluttershy again.
“Do you know if she is ...you know...dating anypony?” I asked quietly, making sure only Fluttershy heard.
“No, I don’t...”
She looked at me with wide eyes. A small smile formed on her face. Uh-oh...
“Wait,” She said still smiling, “Do you like her, William?”
“Umm...n-no...I...” I stammered, my cheeks surely turning red.
It was no use, I admitted that I had feelings for her. Fluttershy was so overjoyed to hear this, though. She told me of how Bluestreak was always so lonely, and how happy she would be to make a new Colt-friend.
“I never said that...” I told her.
“Yeah but I could tell, because every time I mention her, your cheeks turn bright red.” She rebutted.
“No they don't...”
Sure enough though, as soon as Fluttershy even mentioned Bluestreak's name and mine in the same sentence, I felt the warmth that I saw in Bluestreak's eyes come back. I was probably blushing, for Fluttershy laughed a little and said, “William, are you in love with Bluestreak?”
That was it. I was just about to say yes, for I could not keep it in any longer. But just as Fluttershy asked me the question, I looked over to see that Bluestreak was looking at me from the kitchen. She had a tiny smile on her face, and from the fact that she was blushing too meant that she heard everything. I felt embarrassed.
“Um...Fluttershy?...I-I have t-to leave...” I stammered.
“Oh...okay...I understand” She said, giggling.
I looked at Bluestreak, and I gave her a small tilt of my head as a farewell. She did the same, only she partially hid in her mane.
I said goodbye to Fluttershy, turned around, and began to walk away. Just then, though, the Pegasi in the weather team decided to make it rain. They made it rain hard. So hard ,in fact, that I had to emphasize the word hard enough to make it sound not even halfway to what it was really like (If that makes any sense). I quickly ran back to Fluttershy's house, knocking on the door as quickly as I could. As a colt of such high stance in the royal accounts, I could not stand to get my suit wet. A little while passed, and my mane was absolutely drenched with water. The door finally opened, and it was Bluestreak. She giggled as she looked at my soaked mane. As she spoke, I was careful not to look in her eyes again.
“I s-see you are a l-little under the weather.” She said, laughing.
I was surprised. She was actually speaking to me. I laughed a little, then said, “I see you can talk now...”
Fluttershy let me come inside. I tried using a dry-off spell as best as I could manage to get the water out from my coat and mane. It got most of the water out. Fluttershy and Bluestreak had to dry me off with their wings, which I felt completely awkward when they did. After I was dried off, Fluttershy told me I'd have to stay the night.
“I' so very sorry, William,” She said, “ I had no idea the weather team was pulling an all night rain tonight...”
“No, no. It's quite alright.” I said, politely.
I was glad that somepony like Fluttershy, who is normally very shy even to ponies she knows, would let me stay the night. Especially since she already had another visitor. Although, she was probably setting all of this up to get Bluestreak and I together. That would explain the sudden rain in Ponyville. But I was glad nonetheless. I was a tad nervous, for I had never slept in a tree, let alone stayed in one. There are many reasons for that. For one, trees are small and sometimes dangerous, especially during storms. They are also prone to termite infection, the nasty critters. And finally, trees are tremendously flammable, peaking my curiosity as to why Fluttershy would hold a fireplace in her home. As Fluttershy and Bluestreak made themselves at home, I tried my best to make sure there wasn't any lightning outside. After about a half an hour later, I finally settled down with the Daily Canter newspaper I had bought earlier in Canterlot. Nothing much was going on in Equestria, surprisingly. Well, Phillydelphia was still recovering from an infestation, I read. That's out of my field though... I am in charge of accounts in Ponyville, Trottingham, and Canterlot. After another half-hour of finishing the newspaper and sitting down waiting for virtually nothing, I was officially bored. I looked over to Fluttershy, who was into a book she was reading. It was titled “Cold Brick”, and she seemed really into it. It was funny actually. She was inches away from the book, reading it very contently. I looked over to Bluestreak, who was laying next to the fireplace, humming a certain familiar winter tune. She seemed a little bored as well, for she picked up a stick and began poking at the burning logs in the fireplace. I was prepared to make a mad-dash to the exit, required that a fire started. I must admit, she isn't exactly the best at keeping the tone right for the song. In fact, she was pretty terrible at it. She looked cute, regardless. I looked back to the dark room where Fluttershy's animals slept. One could hear the somewhat synthetic animal snores coming from the darkened room. They all sounded so peaceful. After a couple of minutes, anxiously waiting, I finally broke the silence with a casual question.
“Does anypony want tea?” I asked aloud. But not too loud as to wake the sleeping animals. If you know me, or perhaps you've seen me during a train ride, then you would know that I am an absolute tea fanatic. Anytime I am in a situation where I have to wait, or perhaps in a situation where I am bored, I must have some hot, sugarless tea. It is just a habit. I have to have tea. Both Fluttershy and Bluestreak looked up from what they were doing, surprised at my random question.
“Sorry, William,” said Fluttershy, saving a spot on her book, “but I used up the last of my tea when I went to a tea party with Rarity and Twilight.”
“That's okay!” I announced proudly.
Again, if you know me, I always carry an extra bag of tea wherever I go, just for emergencies like this. Everyday I carry a different tea. All of my assorted seasonal teas, imported teas, and spiced teas are all kept in a vault in a disclosed location in Trottingham, and this is for two reasons; One, to keep out greedy ponies who want a sip of my tea, and Two, to keep my spontaneous bad luck out. On this day, however, I was carrying a type of tea I mixed up myself. It was called “Soothing Summer Wind”. It was made up of a unique mixture of imported spices and herbs. The mixture came from different ends of the earth. The mints, which were a major part of the sweet flavor, came from a far-off land called Germane-y. The spice, which gave it a slight kick, came from a hot desert land called Mexicolt. The herbs, which were an exotic blue grass, came from a land called Kinbucky, Amareica. All together, this made a delicious, yet delectable tea that anypony could enjoy, and I was just about to share it with two very special ponies. I had three tea bags with me. One for me, one for Fluttershy, and one for...Bluestreak. I usually carry three tea bags with me, for the purpose of sharing them. Ponies are usually very glad to get a tea bag from Matthew William Hooves's Blend. Fluttershy wasn't too up and front about the Idea of making tea at this hour, for she looked at me with disappointment when I showed off my teabags. I guess she had not prepared for one of her guests to make tea for her. But I insisted on doing so, so she allowed me to make some boiling water in her kitchen. Quietly, of course. After the water began to steam, I quickly pulled the kettle off of the stove with my magic to avoid it making the screeching noise that kettles make. But, with my luck, the kettle pressed against my neck when I pulled it up too fast. That burned like you wouldn't believe. It was so sensationally hot, I let out a yelp that startled not only Fluttershy, but Bluestreak and all of Fluttershy's animals as well. Fluttershy gave me a small glare, standing up, she politely asked if Bluestreak and I would please go to the guest room while she calmed the animals.
“Are you sure?” I asked, realizing I had dropped the kettle, its pieces scattered across the kitchen, “I mean I can clean this up, if you want me to...”
Fluttershy shot me another glare, her eyes bloodshot. I clamped my mouth shut. I guess it was enough she had to let me stay over, but she also had to deal with my bad luck. I looked over to Bluestreak, who was shaking her head slowly, gesturing upstairs with her hoof. I nodded. I guess I should go upstairs before I cause any more trouble.
