Secret Crush

Joe groaned to himself and leaned over, only to find that he wasn’t passed out on his couch like always. He grunted as he realized medical bandages covered most of his face, then the night returned to his memories in a blur. “Oh yeah…” Joe muttered then slid off the bed mattress he was lying on and got to his feet.

Last night after Scootaloo had brought him in she called Rainbow Dash and Dash called Twilight who came over to help Joe out. Though Twilight had suggested Joe go to the hospital he refused to go simply stating ‘The cops will be there’ and Twilight face hoofed as Joe told her about the bar scene.

Twilight helped pull the remaining shards of glass out of Joe and then cast a spell that was supposed to heal his wounds better and clean any infection that may have started. Joe staggered to the washroom in Scootaloo’s home and looked at himself in the mirror, “Jesus… I look like a wrapped up mummy or something” Joe muttered. His shirt had been taken off when Twilight realized more glass was in his back, probably from when he was tossed out the window by Snowflake.

Joe grabbed the bandage wrap on his face and pulled it off, though his face was healed up and there was no scaring, thanks to Twilight, the bandages were covered in blood. “Ech…” Joe mumbled and tossed the bandages in the washroom garbage. His face for some reason looked a little cleaner, probably due to the magic spell or something, Joe muttered to himself as he unwrapped the chest bandaging and tilted his body side to side and stretched to see if he really was okay.

He smiled to himself then looked to his left leg and realized that it had been bandaged in the upper half of his leg. “Sons a bitches stole my pants… bastards” Joe chuckled to himself, knowing that one of them had probably sent it to Rarity to have it fixed. “Oh well… no bother, I have more” Joe muttered to himself. He unwrapped his leg bandages and tossed all the bloody bandage wrap in the garbage then walked out of the bathroom and to the front door of the house. As Joe went to open the door he realized it was still early morning, probably 5:30 or something, Joe shrugged to himself and walked outside to his car.

Scootaloo had heard someone opening and closing the front door and got up only to notice that Joe had left. “That ungrateful… I help him out and he simply leaves without saying so much as thank you” Scootaloo muttered to herself. She walked to the kitchen but as she poured herself a cold glass of water Joe entered through the front door, wearing a new pair of clothes. “Joe?” Scootaloo asked stupidly, of course it was Joe.

“Yeah… no I’m Santa Clause” Joe chuckled, Scootaloo shook her head in disbelief. Just last night Joe was cut up worse than Frankenstein and now he was walking around with literally no cuts what so ever. “Guess Twilight’s spell really worked” Joe muttered, taking notice of her stare. Scootaloo shook her head, “Yeah, you look… handsome” Scootaloo said as she blushed. Joe scrunched his nose, “I was thinking more scruffy and gruff than handsome… You think so?” Joe asked as he felt the stubble on his face.

Scootaloo trotted up to him and brushed her hoof against Joe’s stubble, “Definitely” Scootaloo said, she was giving Joe that weird look again. Joe looked to his wrist, “Hey Scootaloo, by chance do you have my watch?” Joe asked and Scootaloo shook her head, “Your what?” Scootaloo asked, confused by his question. “My watch… know where it is?” Joe asked, “Oh… oh yeah it’s over here” Scootaloo replied and led Joe into her room, where all his other clothes were in a pile with her dirty laundry. “I was going to wash your clothes for you but… I fell asleep before I could get the chance” Scootaloo apologized and Joe grabbed his stuff.

“No worries, I was actually thinking about sewing the cuts before washing them but… actually the cuts give it character” Joe chuckled. “Well if you want you can use my washing machine” Scootaloo suggested, Joe shrugged “Nah… only got the jeans and jacket to wash… not much of a wash load if you ask me” Joe replied. “Oh that’s okay, I’ll just throw some of my stuff in with yours, I think we can easily tell whose is whose” Scootaloo replied and Joe shrugged “Alright, but there’s blood on my stuff, just so you know” Joe told her but she simply shrugged and grabbed a bit of her laundry.

Joe and Scootaloo walked into the washroom and dumped the load of laundry into the washing machine and started its cycle. Joe chuckled, “What’s so funny?” Scootaloo asked and Joe pointed to his wrist, “The whole reason I went into your room was to grab my watch but I never ended up getting it” Joe chuckled and walked back into her room and grabbed his watch off the night stand. “6:20 eh… alright still got time” Joe muttered. “Time for what?” Scootaloo asked and Joe shrugged “Oh you know” Joe replied casually as he walked back to her and she blushed furiously.

“No I don’t know… please tell me” Scootaloo replied shyly and Joe rolled his eyes. “Coffee and a doughnut” Joe replied with a laugh and walked past her. “Oh hey, are you gonna sleep the rest of the morning?” Joe asked and Scootaloo shook her head. “Well if you want, get dressed and I’ll take you out to Tony’s for breakfast, payment for all the times I owe you” Joe offered and Scootaloo quickly rushed into her room and got changed. “There’s no rush… I can easily make an excuse for us being late” Joe replied.

Scootaloo replied back from her room “Like what?” she asked, Joe shrugged to himself “I’d think of something” Joe told her and she laughed “Yeah, that’d go swell with Mr. C, ‘why are you two late?’ then you’d say ‘Oh don’t worry Mr. C, I’ll think of something” Scootaloo laughed, impersonating both Joe and Mr. Cotton.

“Yeah… I was planning on something a little different but let’s just go with that idea” Joe laughed. Scootaloo came out of her room dressed in nice clothes and trotted up to Joe. “Let’s rock and roll” Joe chuckled and the duo left Scootaloo’s house and walked over to Joe’s car but as they entered the car Joe swore to himself. “What’s wrong?” Scootaloo asked and Joe looked over to her. “I forgot to watch the weather for today” Joe replied as he backed the car out of the alleyway and onto the street. “Why? They usually never get it right” Scootaloo replied and Joe winked, “Exactly, if it’s supposed to be rainy dress tropical, supposed to be sunny dress for a storm” Joe informed her. “So what if they get it right?” Scootaloo asked and Joe pointed to all the extra clothes he had in the back seat, “Always pack extra. You know if those weather reporters would just get off their fat ass’s once in a while and simply ask the weather Pegasus what the weather would be like ponies might actually appreciate them rather than getting pissed at them all day during their walk to work” Joe laughed.