Chapter 28: You’re All I’ve Got Tonight
Scootaloo and Silver Spoon walk up to a medium sized manor. "So this is your place?"
"Yes." Silver answers. "Something the matter?"
"I always thought it would be bigger."
"Bigger?"
"Well yeah. I've been to Diamond Tiara's house it's huge."
Silver looks confused. "What does that have to do with my house?"
"You're both rich." Scootaloo answers.
"What makes you think I'm rich?" Silver asks.
"Well, um." Scootaloo hesitates.
"Scootaloo just tell me. I won't be mad."
"The first reason is you always hang out with Diamond all the time and rich ponies tend to stick together."
"I have to admit that's not bad logic." Silver says. "What else?"
"You're cutie mark." Scootaloo says. "The old saying born with a silver spoon in one's mouth meaning born into wealth."
Silver laughs. "Seriously?"
Scootaloo nods and answers meekly. "Yes."
"That's not what my cutie mark means."
"It's not?"
"Celestia no." Silver says. "I won't lie, my family is well off. We're that way because we're a family of silversmiths. That's what my cutie mark means”
“Silversmiths?” Scootaloo asks.
Silver nods. “We make things out of silver.”
“What kind of things?”
“Mostly knives, spoons and forks.” Silver answers.
“Like butcher knives?”
“No, those are usually made out of steel. I’m talking butter knives and such, they’re in higher demand in Canterlot."
“No offense, what’s your family doing in Ponyville then?”
“My parents got divorced when my mom was pregnant with me.”
"What happened?"
"My mom decided she didn't like stallions anymore." Silver answers. “After the divorce she moved to here to be away from my father.”
“That makes sense.” Scootaloo says. "And how does that relate to your cutie mark?"
"A silver spoon is the first thing I successfully made."
"That's so cool."
“Thanks." Silver says. "Well you should come on in and meet my mom she should be home.”
“Okay.” Scootaloo says and the two of them enter the house.
“Mom! I’m home!” Silver Spoon yells.
“Silver Spoon, keep it down.” An earth pony mare looking like an older Silver Spoon except her cutie mark being a scroll apparently dipped in silver says. "Oh, you have company. My apologies. My name is Silver Script."
"Scootaloo. Nice to meet you."
"So Sliver's finally making new friends?" Script asks and Silver nods. "Good, I know Diamond Tiara's father buys most of the silverware you make but that's no reason she should be your only friend."
"Diamond has a fillyfriend now so I'll probably be seeing less of her."
"Oh?" Script says excitedly. "Who is it?"
"Apple Bloom."
"One of the Apple Family?" Script asks shocked. "I thought they were all as straight as their apple trees."
“Apparently this apple rolled farther away from the tree than the others.” Silver says.
Scootaloo chuckles. “Good one Silver.”
“What about you Scootaloo?” Script asks.
“What about me?”
“Fillies or colts?”
“Just like that?” Scootaloo asks and Script just looks at her. “Fine, fillies.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Scootaloo answers. “I used to have a crush on my friend Sweetie, but she has a coltfriend now.”
“I’m so sorry.” Script says. "Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help you."
"It's alright." Scootaloo says. "I'm mostly over it now "
“Mom, Scootaloo’s mom had to go out of town for a few days.I told her that Scootaloo could stay here while she was gone.” Silver says. “I hope that’s okay.”
“Of course it is.” Script says. “It’ll be fun.”
“Fun?” Scootaloo asks.
“Of course.” Script says. “I can watch as Silver tries to win your affection.”
“Is it that obvious?” Silver asks.
Script chuckles. “Why else would you volunteer to take her in?”
Silver blushes. “I guess you got me there.”
“Well Scootaloo?” Script says. “What do you say?”
“She did buy me dinner, so I guess I can give her a chance.” Scootaloo answers.
Silver smiles. “Let me show you your room then.”
“Silver, um, the guest room is full.” Script says.
“You’re just now telling me this?”
“Why do you think I was telling you to be quiet?”
“Usually your ‘guests’ stay in your room.” Silver says matter-of-factly.
Script looks away from her daughter as she answers. “I, um, ran out of room in my room for ponies to sleep.”
Silver rolls her eyes and mumbles. "Of course you did." She turns to Scootaloo. “Tell you what Scootaloo I’ll sleep on the couch out here, you can have my bed.”
"That's alright." Scootaloo says. "I'll take the couch, I'm sure I've slept on worse."
"Why don't you get your sleeping bag that you usually take to Diamond's out and set it up?" Script suggests. "That way you two can talk and bond. It can be a sleepover."
"You know that's not a bad idea." Silver says.
"Works with me." Scootaloo says and the two of them go to her room.
"I'll get the sleeping bag out." Silver says as she goes to leave the room.
"Okay." Scootaloo says as she looks around the room. A few pictures of Silver and her mom hang on the walls. A small book shelf sits on one wall full of all kinds of books. Scootaloo walks over to Silver's bed and pushes on the mattress with a fore-hoof.
"It's just a standard cotton mattress." Silver says scaring Scootaloo causing her to jump and start to fall, but uses her wings to catch her balance. "You okay?"
"Yeah. You scared me; I didn't hear you come back in."
"Didn't mean to scare you."
"Oh I know." Scootaloo says. "I was just curious about your room."
"You can get on it if you like."
Scootaloo nods and gets on the bed. "Not bad."
Silver lays out the sleeping bag so there was a walkway between it and the bed. "I like it." She says as she gets up on the opposite end of the bed.
"So...sleepover huh?" Scootaloo asks
"Is this your first sleepover?" Silver asks.
Scootaloo shakes her head. "Me; Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle have had a couple."
"What do you normally do?"
"Mostly we plan on ways to get our cutie marks." Scootaloo answers. "Guess that's over."
"What do you mean?"
"Well since Sweetie and Bloom both have their cutie marks I'm sure they won't even think about me."
"I'm sure it won't be like that Scootaloo." Silver says. "And even if they do forget about you I'll help you get your cutie mark."
"Really?"
"Of course." Silver answers. "I'd rather have a happy fillyfriend."
Scootaloo blushes slightly. "You know I still haven't agreed to be your fillyfriend right?"
Silver nods. "I'm trying to find a way to convince you."
"Any ideas on what I can do to get my cutie mark?"
"Well, when I got mine I realized that I was both really good at silversmithing and that I enjoyed it." Silver says. "So what sort of things do you really enjoy doing?"
"I enjoy doing tricks on my scooter."
"If you're special talent had anything to do with scooting I think you would have already gotten your cutie mark.”
“I think you may have a point there.”
“What else do you enjoy?”
“Well…” Scootaloo looks at the floor and mumbles. “I took a couple dance classes once and it was kind of fun.”
“Dance?” Silver asks.
“Yeah, one of the families that were thinking about adopting me thought it might do me good.”
“What happened?”
“The mare got pregnant when they said she never would, they apologized but sent me back to the orphanage. They couldn’t afford two foals.”
“Have you ever thought about going back to dance lessons?”
Scootaloo shrugs. “I’m just happy to have a home, I wouldn’t want to put more pressure on Fluttershy.”
“What do you mean?”
“Well Fluttershy doesn’t exactly make a whole lot of bits helping with animals. I’ve tried to convince her to go back to school and become an actual vet, but she won’t. Thankfully most of the time ponies pay her in food and we eat just fine,”
“What if I paid for you to take dance classes?”
“Why would you do that?”
“Well, I am trying to convince you to be my fillyfriend for one. For another I feel bad about all the times me and Diamond teased you, and I’d like to see you happy.”
“Well…” Scootaloo thinks.
“Look, there’s no strings attached. I’m not rich, but I’m well enough off that I can afford to do this.”
“Are you sure?”
Silver nods. “I’m sure, tomorrow we’ll go get everything set up.”
“Alright, sounds good.” Scootaloo says as she climbs out of the bed and into the sleeping bag. “Hey this isn’t half bad.”
“Yeah, I sleep in it whenever I stay the night at Diamond’s.”
Scootaloo yawns. “I’m sure that works rather well.” With that she snuggles into the bag and goes to sleep.