Secret Crush

Scootaloo and Joe watched the rest of the movie on TV. It was now midnight and Joe yawned to himself. He got up and walked over to his kitchen, Scootaloo was thankful that Joe hadn’t found out about what she actually did in his washroom.

“Well I’m gonna have some coffee kid. What do want some milk?” Joe asked as he sighed to himself and scratched the back of his head and looked to Scootaloo “I got milk… you want milk?” Joe asked with a shrug. Scootaloo wanted to sort of fit in with Joe and not make him go out of his way for her. “Coffee’s fine” Scootaloo replied. Joe looked to her and raised an eyebrow. “What I drink it, I’m cool with it” Scootaloo told him casually. “I don’t know kid” Joe said as he pulled out a can of coffee mix, “This is espresso, it’s like coffee-zilla” Joe replied.

Scootaloo shrugged and gave him a smile, “I’m cool” Scootaloo replied. Joe shrugged and poured the mixture into the coffee maker.

Within minutes the coffee was ready and Joe poured coffee into two cups, putting some cream into both cups to cool down the coffee. He walked back into the living room and handed Scootaloo a cup, “Careful it might be hot” Joe informed her and took a sip of the coffee. It wasn’t terribly tasty but it was rather good for coffee and Joe usually had espresso in the morning, not at night.

Scootaloo took a sip just like Joe did but then quickly took another sip and soon she drank back the entire cup in one gulp. Scootaloo looked to her cup in disappointment, “Oh… uh give me a sec I’ll get you some more” Joe told her as he got up and grabbed the coffee pot and brought it back over to her and poured her another cup of coffee.

After a half an hour Scootaloo had drank the most of the coffee, Joe had only drank a single cup and was on his second cup of coffee as Scootaloo rushed around the living room talking hastily about her life problems, though Joe could barely understand her because she was talking so fast.

“And Tiara and her friends always pick at me cause they think I’m better then them but I’m not, I’m just trying to get along in life” Scootaloo said out in a blur that Joe couldn’t understand. “So they get all in my face saying shit like ‘Stay away from Joe he’s mine” She continued on her rant. Joe nodded in agreement, he couldn’t understand a word she said and calmly took another sip of his coffee, he knew that she’d react like this because he had never seen her drink coffee before, then again he never saw much of her but he didn’t take her for much of a coffee drinker.

“Then there’s my own personal problems, I got this guy right, I love him to pieces but he completely doesn’t realize it and every time I’m near him my heart races and I can’t talk and he acts all calm like nothing is wrong and so I get so horny I can barely control myself” she continued and Joe nodded and sipped his coffee not understanding a word she said. “See just like that, I mean he’s completely oblivious to it, he gets my body so stimulated” Scootaloo continued then stopped and looked to Joe, he nodded again. “And I’m stimulated enough as it is” Scootaloo said, flustered. Joe raised an eyebrow “That’s for sure” Joe chuckled, it had been the first thing he’d understood out of her entire speech.

Scootaloo continued on then looked to her coffee cup and realized it was empty, she held out the coffee cup. “Is there any more coffee” she asked with a smile. Joe chuckled to himself, “I think that… oh shit” Joe muttered and opened his table’s secret compartment and pulled out his M1911. Scootaloo gasped, “What’s wrong?” she asked and Joe raced to the back of his house, Scootaloo close behind. Joe opened the back sliding door on his house and revealed his back yard garden, where some rabbits were hopping around eating various herbs and vegetables.

Joe cocked the slide on the handgun, loading a round into the chamber of the pistol. Joe lined up a shot with one of the rabbits then realized that it probably wasn’t the greatest of ideas to just shoot a rabbit with a handgun in a populated town at night. “Shit” Joe muttered to himself and ran out to the garden. He booted one of the rabbits and sent it squealing over his back fence, the other rabbits squealed, quickly taking mouthfuls of vegetables and herbs and dashing off as Joe booted them over the fence.

Joe wasn’t trying to kill them so none of them would be seriously wounded, maybe sore in the morning but not dead. “Why’d you do that?” Scootaloo gasped and Joe looked to her. “The bastards come out here every night and eat my friggin garden” Joe informed her. Scootaloo stepped into the backyard and approached Joe, “Well maybe they’re hungry” Scootaloo told Joe and he laughed.

“Yeah, at first I thought the same thing so I left them a few trays of fresh lettuce and carrots away from the garden but the bastards didn’t even touch the plates of food, they went straight to the garden and ruined it” Joe informed her. True to his word, the rabbits were a nuisance and would actually destroy backyard gardens, even front yard flower beds all over Ponyville. “Fluttershy would kill me if she found out that I booted a living animal so not a word about this to any-pony” Joe told her as he went back inside.

Scootaloo followed him and Joe sat back down on the couch, ejecting the magazine of the handgun and pulling back the slide, ejecting the live round from the chamber. “What is that thing anyway?” Scootaloo asked, obviously never seeing a gun before. It didn’t surprise Joe because guns weren’t a common thing in Equestria, closest thing was cannons and classic styled muzzle loaders. “M1911A1, .45 caliber” Joe informed her as he loaded the extra round back into the magazine and put the handgun back in its chest along with the magazine.

“What does it do?” Scootaloo asked, Joe looked to her with shame in his eyes, “You don’t wanna know” Joe told her. “Well… maybe, I’m curious… don’t worry I wouldn’t think any less of you” Scootaloo replied and Joe sighed. “It kills” Joe informed her. “What?” Scootaloo asked in disbelief. “It… kills, it shoots out a bullet that kills living things… it’s what it was built to do” Joe said shamefully.

“Then why keep it?” Scootaloo asked curiously, not quite sure why Joe would keep such a thing. “Because it’s the last thing I have” Joe told her. “What do mean, you have lots of things” Scootaloo told him. “No… I mean the last thing I have from him” Joe informed Scootaloo and a tear rolled down his face. “From who?” Scootaloo asked and Joe looked to her with teary eyes, Scootaloo shuffled over and gave Joe a hug. Due to the emotions that were running, Scootaloo’s heart didn’t race out of control from being so close to Joe. “The last thing I have from my father” Joe told her.