My One, My Only, My Rose

by grumpy bowden

Rating: everyone
Tags: Applejack, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Roseluck, Other, Romance, Original Character, Comedy, Cutie Mark Crusaders
Length: 1157

Clay Vase is a pony down on his luck. Can a special some pony help him with that. Just maybe......

Hi I'm Clay Vase and My life is about to be over.... School is about to be over and i have no one i can call mine.
I hope one day soon i can ask her to prom. Or I'm going to be that pony that lives alone with forty dogs.

Published 2013-02-18 09:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2013-02-18 09:30:01 UTC

Chapter 1: Introdutions and Disasters

Chapter 1: Introductions and Disasters
By Grumpy Bowden

They say, " the thing's you want the most you can't have". I'm not sure about that. All I know is that if you try hard enough there is nothing you can't accomplish.

Hi my name in Clay Vase. Well there isn't much for me to say I mean um...well I live in ponyville and I work at the local vase shop. I am a Pegasus but, I'm not what you call fit. Okay fin I'll say it, I'm fat.

It is my fault for eating to much ice-cream. This all started one day when I found out my parents died in a train crash. I was devastated, so I crawled in to an ice-cream bucket and I was there for quit a wile.

Well now I'm spending my time between school and work. I'm going to be a senior next year and I haven't found a pony that I care for. I'm 17 and starting to lose hope. I know shes out there some where. I lie in my bed and sometimes cry my self to sleep. Purity pathetic huh.

Tomorrow will start the end of the summer break. One week till my last year in high school.

I know what your thinking. How come he hasn't found some pony? Well yes I have but, I don't know if she would like me back. I mean come on, look at me. I'm a total rec. I work at a vase shop and unattractive.How could some pony like me?

Anyway, her name is Rose. Oh man, just saying her name makes me smile. I met her the first day I started school. The sun was shining of her coat when she walked into the shop.

The owner got mad at me for dropping one of the vases I was putting away. I didn't know till after the pore thing called a vase was in pieces. She glanced my way when she hired a vase shattering into shards of clay. I looked so dumbfounded with a hoof out stretched where a vase use to be.

I quickly collected my idiot self and grabbed a broom. She just looked stunning. I didn't know what it was about her but, there was some thing that sparked in me that day.

When I walked in this morning. Like any other when, you guest it. Rose was standing at the counter grabbing some vases for her flowers. My hart started to beat way to fast. My hoofs were getting sweaty, same as my brow. I just mustered a smile. What ells could I do? I was frozen in place. She finished her business at the counter and walked by me, smiled back, and out the door she went. My heart just melted.

The manager said, “you know you should talk to her.”

“W-what? N-no way she would think I'm a wired.”

“Don't worry she already thinks your weird.” He said wile walking out of the room. Oh perfect, so that's what she thinks of me.

when I thought it couldn't get any worse. Applejack came in with the so called three little angels, Scootaloo, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle.

“Hay there Clay. How you doin?”

“Oh you know just passing the time, working.”

“ Same here I just came to drop the little ones off.”

"W-w-what!?”

“ Oh I thought you knew that Id be here today. Did Mr. Manager forget to tell you?”

“It would seem so, but don't worry about it. I can handle them. I love kids.”
Who would know that I would soon be regretting those words. Shortly after Applejack left, the cutie mark crusaders broke a crystal vase. Okay clay you can do this. Their just kids right?

“ Okay every pony calm down.”

They quickly stopped their rough housing and assembled in order. Wow that actually worked. “Okay what would you all like to do?”
Sweetie Belle raised her hoof as high as she could. “pick me.” She began to give me the doggy eyes. It looked rather adorable. “Oh could those eyes get any bigger? Okay honey what would you like to do?”

“could we get a chance to learn how to make a vase?” I looked over to see what the other two thought. All I saw was two fillies glowing with excitement. “So you want to see if you all could get your cutie marks by making vases.”

They look so excited they could burst at any moment. “Okay,” All three of them were jumping for joy. I figured sense the crystal vase was coming out of my check anyway a few more pounds of clay won't hurt. “okay to make a good vase you need to learn basic steps. Take the time to choose your color that you would like your vase to be.”

Apple Bloom wanted to choose first. “Yeah I would like red please.”

Sweetie Belle chose next. “ Could I have pink?”

Finally it was Scoots turn “ Do you have rainbow by any chance?”

With out skipping a beat I got all the colors they wanted fearing that if I was absent for to long they would break something ells. “Okay now we will head to the back were we have the turn tables.” I walked them into the room and sat each filly at a table. “Are you ready to make a vase?”

“YES WE SURE ARE!”

Okay, ow, never ask that again. “ Okay what you want to do is...”

The front desk bell was ringing. “Oops sorry girls. Just one second.”

I trotted over to the front desk to take care of a customer, and by the time I I got back. The room was a mess. “W-what happened?”

Apple Bloom had to peal her self of the wall to explain to me all that happened. Apparently they got to impatient and started with out me. When I left the room for what seemed like two second for me were hours for them. They attacked the pore clay like it was one of the creatures from the ever free forest. The clay never stood a chance. Scootaloo stopped using the peddle and just slapped the clay together. Sweetie Belle used the peddle but to no success. She twirled the table so much that the clay flew off and hit Apple Bloom who was standing on her piece of clay and trying to stomp on it to flatten it out. The same piece of clay that hit her had fallen onto the peddle to her table making her slip and hit the wall.

“ oh man, if my boss finds out hes going to kill me.” The little fillies all said together that they were really sorry.

“Hay if that room looks like a tornado hit it I'm firing who ever is responsible!” Yield Mr. Manager.

What am I going to do......