AppleYou

A/N

//Alright, sorry for the... Massive gap between updates. I’ll try and do much better from here on out.

//And sorry if it isn’t as good as it should be. I’m a little rusty.

As you both walk, Applejack points out various buildings, naming them, and their usual occupants.

“That’s the library, where Twi’ lives and works. She’s Princess Celestia’s protegee, don’tcha know.” She says, with a hint of smugness. You shrug simply, and keep walking.

Not deterred, Applejack keeps pointing out random buildings.

“And there’s Carousel Boutique. Rarity works there. Ah swear that mare is so...” She stops talking when she sees you disinterested expression.

“Ah... Never mind, then...” She sighs, and keeps walking.

“Just tryin’ to make conversation...” She mutters.

“And that there is Sugarcube Corner.” She says.

“That’s where ya can find Pinkie Pie. Somethin’ tells me that ya wouldn’t really get along with her.” She says, with a small frown, and keeps walking.

Sighing inwardly, you trudge along behind her, a scowl on your face. Applejack doesn’t notice until she looks back, a forced smile on her face. As she sees your expression, she sighs, and rolls her eyes.

“Look, yer kinda stuck here, so ya may as well just grin an’ bear it.” She says, in an exasperated tone.

You open your mouth to reply, but are interrupted when your vision is obscured by a sudden attack of violently bright pink. You let out a yelp, and stumble backwards, only to see a smiling pink pony, bouncing up and down happily in front of you.

“Did I hear somepony telling somepony to SMILE?” She asks. You blink, and look around, wondering if this pony had recently escaped an asylum of some sort. She certainly looks like an insane pony. You stay silent as she turns to Applejack.

“Who’s this, AJ?” She asks, still bouncing up and down.

Applejack frowns at you, and lets out a small sigh.

“He’s a new farmhand we hired ta help for the next week or so.” She says. The pink mare nods happily, and turns to you, offering a hoof. You pick yourself up, still scowling slightly, ignoring the pony’s hoof.

“Mhm... And I plan to get by doing as little as possible.” You say, ignoring the mare’s hurt expression. Yawning quietly, you think about what you’d be doing right now if you hadn’t accepted Buzz’s offer. Probably in my chair, sleeping soundly... You think.

Applejack sighs, and rolls her eyes again.

“This is Pinkie Pie.” She says, nodding to the mare. Pinkie Pie shakes her head slightly, and smiles at you, as if nothing had happened.

“Yessiree bob!” She says happily.

“I work at Sugarcube Corner! I’m the baker, and I make the cakes and sweets and cupcakes and muffins and oh yeah... Derpy ordered some muffins the other day and I need to make them alright so I’ll see you later at your welcome party okay byyyyyye!”

With this, Pinkie grins at you and Applejack, before turning, and bolting away. You roll your eyes at the mare’s foalishness, and go to keep walking before her last few words sink in.

’... So I’ll see you later at your welcome party okay byyyyyye!’

WELCOME PARTY? Oh, COME ON. Damn parties take up so much time and energy... You think, hanging your head. With a smirk, AJ grabs your shoulder, and starts dragging you away.

“Alright, enough o’ that. Time ta get ta the farm, and get ya workin’ before the day ends!” She says, with false cheerfulness that makes you want to gag.

You eventually decide to pull yourself away from her, and you stand up, brushing yourself off. She smirks, and stands, waiting for you to continue. You scowl.

“We’ve been walking for ages!” You complain. Applejack chuckles quietly, and looks around.

“Ah thought we’d take that long way ‘round, so I could show ya around town.” She says. You scowl.

“I’ll only be here for three weeks or so. Then I’m going back to Manehattan, and I’ll sit and relax with a thousand bits for a few weeks. Then... I’ll just relax with a new TV for the rest of my life.” You say, with a smug smile.

Applejack scowls.

“That’s no way ta live life!” She says.

“That’s the way I live life. And I’m doing just fine.” You retort. Applejack looks at you with a mix of confusion, frustration, pity and disgust.

“Ah... Ah hope workin’ on the farm gets ya out o’ that bad habit...” She says.

You laugh quietly.

“I doubt it, Applejack. I’m not the working type.” You say, with a weak shrug.

Applejack stares at you for a few seconds before rolling her eyes, and walking away. Sensing you did something wrong, you follow, resolving to keep contact with her to a minimum. You have a feeling she might be able to make your life hell at the farm, and that’s something you would prefer to avoid.

Just three weeks... I can slack off, right? She can’t watch me all the damn time... Three weeks for a thousand bits. Heh, easy money...

If only you realised how wrong that statement was.