She knew she was right about it, and she had known it for a long time, though she was no older than 8, barely a filly, she was sure of it. In fact she was super duper absolutely analytically, extensively and rhythmically, absurdly and most importantly emotionally, sure of it.
She loved her, and though she was another filly, and they barely talked with one another, she was sure the feelings that populated her heart, making it beat faster than the most swift of the Pegasus could fly, were real. And though they weren't exactly “Friends” or more than “Mere classmates”, she knew she had to risk it.
She was feeling nervous, the undigested rests of her meal, that should have been resting on her stomach, insisting in coming up her throat, not enough to make her gag, but just enough that she could feel it. The lump in her throat, that threatened to make her voice sound even higher pitched than usual, and the rumbling on her belly, made her be unsure if this was the right move.
“I could probably wait” She told herself... “Besides, it’s not like doing this without makeup or a well combed mane would help”, she backed off, dreams of the two sitting together in her eyes, but uncertainty in her mind. She never even wore makeup, it was just not her thing, not that she was a tom-colt but she had it in her mind that they were better things to do, like running, trying to fly, try to get a cutie mark, beat everyone else at ball games, idolize the wonderbolts....well, maybe she was one. So it stood to fact that she was not ready to try and convince her classmate to go on a date. Besides, not counting Sweetie, Diamond Tiara, and Silver Spoon, not a single filly wore makeup.
“So I’m making up excuses...so what” – she talked to herself, like a silly silly, or the mad hatter. “It’s not like I have to do this...I just really really really want to!”.
But that could wait another day she figured, after all, who else but her could appreciate the sweetness of the curly mane, the awkwardness of her lisp, and the way her glasses made her eyes shine so brightly and look so big?
So she waited, and she waited, and waited.
It was three weeks later that she finally found the courage to ask her out, with the encouragement of her friends (Sweetie purposefully pushing her into the “Ask her” territory, due to being taught from a very young age by a very into it sister the importance of a good romance, while Apple Bloom just sort of shrugged her legs and told her that she’d feel a lot better if she confessed what she felt, though “Twist is one to ignore ponies, thinks she’s much more important just ‘cause of her cutie mark”). But Scootaloo was sure she would not ignore her, after all the lisp pony was perfect, was she not?
Scootaloo trotted forward, her best “Squirt” look on her face, she was going to be like her idol, she was going to handle the situation with a coolness that made it that Twist wouldn’t even think of refusing her offer! And then they’d share the candies Twist would make, and they’d go for rides on her Scooter! And then they’d end up every date with a big’ol kiss.
Scootaloo had to admit, she never even though of kissing anypony, much less another filly, but Sweetie insisted that it was only “proper”, and there was nopony in school that knew more about romance than “Obsessed with romance and finding true love” Raritys 'little sister.
So she trotted, trotted with purpose, she was sure she would do this. A slight breeze was traveling trough the air, and the smell of candy was taking a lift from the breeze, she knew exactly where she was heading, and she had a pretty good idea of what she would say.
Unfortunately, as with everything, love has a way to ruin even the more though out speech, and, after being invited to enter the house and try out those candy canes, that Twist talked so much about, Scootaloo almost chocked on them, as the proximity was intoxicating. More than the smell of the freshly made candy cane, and the sweet taste of it on her mouth, Scootaloo felt the smell of the cocoa shampoo that twist used, as well as the light scent of burning in the oven, and the heat it provided. But she choose to focus on the smell of cocoa, as it came from Twist, and Twist was all it mattered.
“Scho, how azre you enchojoin the tachste?” Twist asked and Scootaloo could only thank Celestia for the opportunity to be there.
“Those are pretty good, but the really great part is the baker”
Twist blinked, one, two times. Scootaloo put her hooves in front of her mouth, she couldn't believe she had said something so stupid!
“Wzell, tzhanks”
No, no no no no no! It couldn't have started in a worse way, Scootaloo looked at Twist’s big eyes that were made even bigger by the glasses.
“Sorry”
Another two blinks, and then Twist did the most unexpected thing, she smiled, the smile as big as the ones caused by the pink party pony and then simply said.
“For wchat? Ist wacs cute”
Scootaloo smiled too, and became bright red, red Big Macintosh. And then she sort of mumbled something which Twist deciphered as “I hate cute”
But Twist clarified it was the good kind of cute, the one that she liked to hold close to her heart, and that gave Scootaloo hope.
So, while not in the exact manner she had predicted or planned, she at least had the opening to ask, and so she did...
“Twist, would you like to go to the movies with me....or to Sugarcube corner or to....well the place doesn't really matter it’s just....I like you and and....”
Before Scootaloo kept Rambling Twist only told her the words she wanted to hear the most, “Yes”
And Scootaloo hoof bumped the air and yelled out an “Awesome”
She was sure they’d have a lot of fun.