Chapter 24; Burst
The two were walking through the park, after another afternoon spent practicing. Scootaloo kicked at a stone on the ground, contemplating on how to end the silence.
"It's nice out today." Scootaloo said, looking at the trees.
"It is, despite being a bit chilly." Rumble said.
"Do you, want to say anything?" Scootaloo asked.
"I don't exactly have much to say." Rumble said, "I kind of said everything I wanted to."
"Same." Scootaloo said. "All we do on most of these is look into each other's eyes and talk about life. Then you wrap your wing around me, and I scoot closer." Scootaloo ranted with a roll of her eyes. "It gets old you know?"
"You don't like it?" Rumble asked.
"Don't get me wrong, I do, but you have to admit we've been doing it too often."
"I still enjoy it though. I also enjoy the conversations we have while we do that." Rumble said.
"So do I, you can actually relate to me in ways other ponies may not."
"Yeah. Same here."
"Then what do you want to talk about?' Scootaloo asked.
"I'm clueless." Rumble said.
"We have to do something, walking together is fine, but it's kind of boring." Scootaloo sighed.
"We could try doing something I've seen Thunderlane and Blossomforth do before they started dating." Rumble said.
"Don't tell me you're going to go all lovey-dovey with me." Scootaloo said.
"Not exactly, though, it's kind of cheesy."
"Lay it on me."
"What are some deal breakers for you?" Rumble asked.
"That? I could write a book with that stuff. My friends say I should lower my standards, but I don't want to date someone who tells me what to wear or do."
"That's understandable." Rumble said.
"What about you? What are your standards?"
"Why me?"
"For the past couple of days, it felt like all of the attention was on me. I want to know your standards."
"Well...."
"Don't make me ask twice."
"I don't know, I guess that I wouldn't want to deal with someone that's overly dramatic about everything." Rumble said.
"I know how that feels." Scootaloo said.
"What about you?" Rumble asked.
"I wouldn't want a jerk. I want to be with someone who makes me happy, and comforts me when I need it, but isn't afraid to get in a scrape."
"Do I fit those standards?"
"For the most part, yes." Scootaloo grinned. "What about me?"
"You pretty much fit them, for the most part." Rumble mimicked.
"Oh shut up," Scootaloo said with a roll of her eyes as she punched Rumble in the arm. He wandered to the side a bit before walking at the same steady pace next to her.
They continued walking, talking about stereotypes in dating and such until they came across an empty park bench to sit on. The two sat on it without stopping their conversation, while Scootaloo launched into a story about a friend of hers who had come to spend the weekend at her house. Who happened to have left a dispute between her and her coltfriend where she lived.
"...she'd go on for hours about why she was right and he was wrong, sitting me down to talk about the situation as though I was some type of therapist. Then she started screaming into the pillow in the guest room for hours, then punching, and then at dinner the same night, you couldn't get her to stop talking about the 'what ifs' and 'maybe he was right about this'.
"It was all so mind boggling it gave me a headache," Scootaloo said.
"You poor thing. When did that happen?"
"I just turned sixteen at the time. So about two years ago."
"How old was she?"
"She's about a year older, so seventeen."
"How do you know this pony?"
"Her mom was friends with mine in high school. So they've been trying to get us to be friends ever since they came in touch again. But we have our differences."
"That sounds like a total pain."
"It was. But I had to be a 'nice host' as my mother put it. It was just the way I was raised. So I had to keep my mouth shut. Shake my head, or say yes, maybe say she was right when I wish I could've done something else."
"What did you want to do?"
"Basically I just wanted to say, 'hey, you know what? I know something that may help you.' Then I'd give her one of my empty boxes."
"Why would you do that?"
"Because that box shows just how much I care about her little 'catastrophe' ." Rumble held his sides and howled with laughter.
"That's glorious!" Rumble choked out, before going back into another hoot of laughter. Scootaloo eventually joined in, the biggest smile on her face.
"Another thing I look for in a pony." Scootaloo said once they caught their breaths. "Someone to laugh at my jokes, and not me."
The next day, Rumble was talking with his friends before class. He saw Scootaloo across the hallway and waved, she smiled and waved back before turning to one of her chattering friends. Laughing all the while at something Sweetie Belle seemed to say.
'Okay Rumble, just ask your friends for advice, you don't even have to mention Scootaloo. They may not be able to get the hint on when to leave us alone, but they're better in this type of stuff than I am.' He took in a deep breath before turning back to his friends.
"Hey guys," he asked. They all stopped their conversation and immediately looked to him.
"What's up Rumble?" Featherweight asked.
"I need some advice." Rumble said hesitantly.
"Okay..." Snips said.
"What do you do when you feel like you should just, I don't know, do something you want to so badly? Even if it means making things uncomfortable?"
"What do you mean by that?"
"Have you ever felt like you just had to say or do something or you'd just explode?"
"Of course, I feel that way all the time with Twist." Snails said, putting a hoof on his chest. "I just feel like I have to tell her something, like, 'you look beautiful', or 'I love you,' or I'd just burst into a billion little pieces.
Snips turned to Rumble and away from Snails and pretended to gag, opening his mouth and pointing inside. Rumble couldn't help but chuckle.
"Or maybe you watch too many sappy movies." Featherweight teased.
"Hey, he asked, and that's my answer." Snails shrugged.
"I feel that when a big change occurs in my life." Snips replied. "For instance, when I first started dating my marefriend, I just felt like saying she was beautiful, and I'm glad I did."
"What's this coming from?" Featherweight asked.
"I'm just curious."
"I don't think that just curious is a good enough excuse, with the way you were describing it." Snips agreed.
"Okay, so maybe I want to say something to somepony else, I just need your advice on how to say it."
"Just be honest. It's the simplest thing to do." Featherweight said. "And who knows, maybe that pony will actually like it." Featherweight wrapped an arm around Rumble's shoulders while Snails elbowed his ribs.
"Thanks guys."
"No problem." Snips said. Just then, the bell rang, and the four picked up their saddlebags and took off for class.
Once Rumble was far ahead of them and out of range, Featherweight whispered to the two unicorns. "You think he means Scootaloo?"
The two nodded. "Yup."
"It's pretty obvious they've got a thing for each other. I'm surprised it lasted this long." Snails said.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Snips agreed.
As soon as classes were dismissed, Scootaloo hopped up with everyone else as they left the classrooms. "Have a nice day Scootaloo." The teacher sighed. Scootaloo smiled before opening the door and shutting it. She flew down the hallways and caught up with the other students that weren't staying for clubs outside.
She flew out and hovered above the staircase that lead outside, she looked around for Rumble and smiled once he waved from below. "Hey Rumble," she said as she flew down to him.
"Hey Scoots." Rumble smiled.
"Ready for another day of practice?" Scootaloo said with a determined look.
"When you are. Though, do you mind if I tell you something afterwards?" Scootaloo tilted one ear down and raised an eyebrow in its place.
"Sure....why?" she asked.
"Nothing important." Rumble said. Scootaloo couldn't help but feel like a thousand little butterflies were flying all around inside of her. She and Rumble jumped in the air and started off to where they'd usually practice.
Rumble and Scootaloo had both improved gradually as they practiced. Rumble was now able to make sharper turns and dives, without clipping a single feather or touching a cloud.
Scootaloo learned to be a bit more daring with her drops and spins. While both improved their speed greatly. By the time practice was over, the two hoof bumped.
"We are pretty good." Scootaloo said.
"We'll both get into the Academy for sure, thanks to you."
"I can't take all the credit though, that'd be a bit selfish. You helped me too."
Scootaloo grinned. Rumble felt his heart flutter as red poured into the tips of his ears and his cheeks. He liked seeing the smile on her lips, and the purple of her mane sweeping in front of her eyes. Scootaloo felt her stomach drop as he looked down and blushed.
"It's so stupid, but I just wanted to say..." Rumble breathed in a deep breath before letting it out. He looked Scootaloo straight in her eyes, causing a bit of blush of her own to tinge them. He stepped closer and started talking quietly.
"I love you Scootaloo." Rumble stated, it was quiet but clear.
Scootaloo felt her hairs stand on end, she was taken back and lifted her hoof, her mouth opening as red flooded her face and ears. She looked at Rumble's smiling eyes and tensed up, fluttering her wings a small bit.
"Y-you what?" Scootaloo asked, not sure how to respond.
"I love you Scootaloo. You make me want to say all of the time, and I'm so glad I finally did." Rumble continued. He was still talking quietly as Scootaloo stared back, her eyes turning as glassy as they were in the snow years before.
She looked like a little filly again, he managed to take her breath away and catch her off her guard again. Rumble smiled back, and couldn't help but find that adorable.
"I..." she muttered out. "I...don't know what to say."
"You don't have to say anything. I just wanted to. It feels so good to finally get it off my chest." he sighed.
"This is really cheesy you know," Scootaloo said, a bit of her blush fading as she began to smile again.
"I don't care, I just wanted to say it." Rumble said.
"Well, I don't know what to so" Scootaloo smiled.
"Are you going say you love me too?" Rumble asked. Scootaloo rolled her eyes and grinned as she pushed him away.
"Not this time lover boy." But, she grabbed his face with the tip of her hoof and turned to his cheek. Where she kissed it for a few seconds before letting go.
"Is that enough?" she asked. Rumble froze. Save for his wings popping up. Scootaloo giggled and blushed. "I'll take that as a yes."
Hope you enjoyed, my lovely readers, I had a blast writing this, and I sure do hope you don't mind the clichés. Anyway, thanks for reading, and thanks for commenting. Next time, you guys get to pick what the chapter will be about. So give me your ideas!
Peace, Love, Tolerate,
-Candy
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THERE WE GO, THEY KISSED, FINALLY!!
Rumble's wings be like "and we have lift off"
6920288 What does the writing in your avatar say?
Where did you get the cover art?
The writing says, "Stop being wusses and kiss already!" And I got the cover art from a Tumblr Ask Blog called RainbowFreakingDash (Hope I spelled that right.) It's not my own, but I thought it suited the idea of the story perfectly. So...yeah.6920403
There's always that one guy at a party, so yeah.6920856
Wing boning!!!!
6920403 Greetings,Fellow subjects
FINALLY!!! NOW DO A FULL MAKEOUT SESSION!!!
IM READING THIS AT 2 IN THE MORNING AND I CANT TELL IF THEY KISSED OR NOT! I THINK SHE KISSED HIM ON THE CHEEK! BUT THAT DOESN'T COUNT!
6920259 Technically only scootaloo kissed
6921727 CLOSE ENOUGH
Needs another quotation mark to end the speech, right there.
And FINALLY
You all know that this is the third time this happened right? Scootaloo kissed him on the cheek before.
From the most recent episode we learned that Snails would probably say that if he can't think of anything to say he just doesn't think about. That's what he does most of the time.
if you think that counts as a kiss then you're WRONG!