“APPLE BLOOM?!! Y’ALL BETTER GET UP OR YA’LL BE LATE FOR SCHOOL!!”
“Where is that girl today?” Applejack muttered under her breath. The elder sister returned to her chair at the kitchen table, adopting a semi-casual demeanour. Taking the half-eaten apple on the table in hand, she chomped down on it with firm bites; her pupils drifting up towards the upstairs landing. With them, the spring morning sun’s light followed; right from the stairway up to the barrier of Apple Bloom’s bedroom door.
Surprisingly enough, there was no victory to be had through the windows of the adolescent Apple’s room either. The drawn curtains had pretty much encircled her in darkness. Normally, Apple Bloom liked waking up to the sun; it was a refreshing way to start the day. Yet, the young Apple preferred not to see the dawn as of late. Though judging by how ill-kept her bedsheets were recently, sprawled across the bed and slipping off the sides; not to mention the discarded dirty clothes from the day before just lying all round her bed – it wouldn’t have been a welcome sight for anyone wishing to peer in. Neither was Apple Bloom herself very pleasing this morning, boasting a bed head and a drooling mouth; mumbling as she stirred awake. Her sister’s cries had done enough to get through to her it seemed.
Lazily, Apple Bloom opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. Having woke up facing her alarm clock, she could make out the digits it displayed. It took a little while longer for her brain to engage. Her eyes went wide and she bolted out of bed.
“Fuck! Ah’m late!”
She almost tripped over her dirty clothes on the way to her dresser. She had no time to shower this morning so she’d have to make herself look as presentable as possible. Apple Bloom fumbled around for her hairbrush; in the room void of sunlight it was hard to make out one thing from the other. With hairbrush in hand she proceeded to carefully nurture her bedhead into the fine red locks of hair she was known for. Grabbing her pink ribbon, Apple Bloom tied her hair into a fashion mimicking that of her sister, Applejack, tying her pink bow in the middle. In years past, it would normally sit upon her head but puberty had forced her to wear her hair differently because of there being more of it. Besides, it suited her – she thought so anyway.
Putting on her stylish blue jeans and green top, Apple Bloom took one last look in her dresser mirror and sighed. Satisfied, she quickly put some socks over her bare feet and placed them in her country boots. She made her way to the door, before halting and turning back around.
“Right, bag.”
The flustered Apple picked up her neglected rucksack and without another hesitation went straight out of her room and down the stairs. She hurried over to the kitchen where a pretty frustrated Applejack was there waiting for her.
“Ya showed. Ah was beginning ta think ah’d have ta boop yar keister into mosin’ on over ‘ere.” Her elder sister gave Apple Bloom a scowling stare. “Y’all better get goin’ before ya miss first period.”
“Sure, sis. But umm…did ya make anything fer meh? Like toast or summin’?” Apple asked nervously. Her sister responded with another silent stare, followed by a short chuckle and some rolling eyes aimed at Apple Bloom.
Applejack walked over to the toaster, and plucked out two pieces of toast, that were still piping hot. She threw them over to Apple Bloom who caught them only barely out of surprise.
“Hehe, I suppose that’ll teach ya fer sleepin’ in!” Applejack chuckled. “Now, away with ya.”
Taking a piece of toast into her mouth, Apple Bloom raced outside and mumbled back to her sister,
“Tanx, Shis!”
Applejack watched her sister leave the farm, shaking her head amusedly all the while.
Apple Bloom hurried past building and building as she entered the city. It was quite fortunate that she was light on her feet; the most natural born sprinter of the Apple clan. She may not have Big Macintosh’s strength or her sisters’ speedy apple picking coupled with her built-in lie detector but she could outrun them all in a flat-out race. The school was coming into sight as Apple Bloom slowed to take a few breaths.
“HEY! Apple Bloom!”
Apple Bloom turned her head towards the direction of her name call while still jogging at a pace. Crossing the road adjacent to her at a hurried pace, Scootaloo was waving. It looked like she was also running late today too.
“Hey…Scoots!” replied Apple Bloom breathlessly. She didn’t pause to wait for her but luckily neither did Scootaloo who matched Apple Bloom’s speed and ran alongside. “Slept…in too, huh?”
“Yeah…you could say that.” Scootaloo’s face was drenched in sweat.
“Ya live…closer ta the school than ah do!” Apple Bloom challenged.
“Yeah, well…that doesn’t mean jack shit when you…you’re a sloth like me!” Scootaloo joked.
Apple Bloom woulda laughed if she wasn’t so busy panting. The pair were just rounding the corner into the school courtyard. Scootaloo held out her arm in front of Apple Bloom, showing her the digital watch on her wrist.
“The bell hasn’t rung yet. If we’re lucky we won’t be tardy.”
“Then let’s get to it!” Apple Bloom encouraged, picking up the pace.
The two of them cleared the front doors and hurried to their home room. Within seconds, they’d reached it.
<RIIIIIIINNNNNNNGGGG!>
“Hmmm, looks like you girls got here just in the nick of time. Shall I note that down as the third time this week that you escaped being late?” Miss Cheerilee said with a concerned expression.
“Sorry, M…Miss Cheerilee. We ra…ran as fast as we could.” said Scootaloo, getting her breath back.
Their teacher smiled. “Well, at least you’re here. I’ll just add your names to the register. Please take your seats.”
The pair nodded and walked into the classroom, each plumping down on their usual seat. Apple Bloom sat in the desk in front of Scootaloo. Both of them could hear the other’s exhaustion, and so could Sweetie Belle who sat across from Apple Bloom.
“Are you two in cahoots to see who can be the last one to arrive on time? That must be the third time this week you’ve survived a possible detention.”
“Correction. It was the third time. And, no. AB and I just happen to be heavy sleepers.” Scootaloo answered with a smile.
“Speak for yarself. Ah’m an early riser.” Apple Bloom threw back playfully.
“Yeah right.” said Scootaloo.
“Now, if I can have everyone’s attention please. I have a few announcements this morning…” Miss Cheerilee started to say. “Firstly, the principal wanted me to tell you all that…”
Something sweet caught on the tip of Apple Bloom’s nostrils. She inhaled the aroma, remarking how familiar it seemed. She followed the scent trail to what she assumed to be its source. She sighed lovingly at her. Sweetie Belle always wore a honeyed fragrance, it followed her around everywhere. Apple Bloom was never sure if it was a perfume she wore or just her natural scent. Often she would mean to ask her about it but often she would forget from being distracted by the rest of her beauty. She no longer wore her hairband and so her silky-smooth lilac hair had been let loose for all to admire. Unlike her sister, Rarity, Sweetie Belle didn’t need makeup to make herself look beautiful. That said, she did wear a bit of blush but she didn’t really need it. If anything though, it was her eyes that stood out most of all. On many occasions, Apple Bloom had lost all train of thought in those leaf green eyes before being woken up out of her trance by a questioning Sweetie Belle. Coupling that with her cute nose and tempting lips…
<Sigh> Apple Bloom sighed again. The palm of her hand held up her drifting head; her eyes fixed on her friend, who was comfortably focused on Miss Cheerilee’s lesson. It was weird - she had always loved her friends. Sweetie and Scoots had been her friends all the way through middle school after all and only through their friendship did they learn of their incredible ability to point out other people’s strengths. But recently, Apple Bloom felt differently around Sweetie Belle. Just the thought of being around her gave the young apple farmer a butterfly sensation in her stomach – if it wasn’t last night’s dinner knocking on her throat. Sweetie Belle was an amazing friend. Perhaps they could…
“Apple Bloom?”
“Huh?” Apple Bloom said quickly, waking up of her trance. At the front of the class, Miss Cheerilee was looking directly at her.
“Did you hear all that I said?”
“Oh! Yeah, ah-”
<RIIIIIIIIINNNG!>
Miss Cheerilee sighed. “There’s the morning bell, everyone. Have a nice day.”
A gasp of relief escaped Apple Bloom. Saved by the bell…
As the school day drew to a close, the front doors of CHS became flooded with pupils as per usual. Making her way past the jammed-up doors, Apple Bloom prepared to walk back home for the day. Knowing there'd be the usual list of afternoon chores to do, she wasted little time dawdling. As she rounded the corner of the schoolyard, some incoming footsteps from behind her prompted her to turn around briefly. Scootaloo stopped in front of her.
“Hey, Apple Bloom. Want to walk home together?”
“Hey, Scoots. Sure, we can walk fer a little bit.” Scootaloo smiled and walked alongside Apple Bloom as they walked further down the street.
“By the way, have ya seen Sweetie Belle?” Apple Bloom asked.
“I think she’s getting picked up by Rarity. Something about a family thing, she told me.” Scootaloo replied.
“Oh, well.” Apple Bloom shrugged and kept on walking.
“Hey, so what was that zoning out in home room about? You do that an awful lot lately.”
Apple Bloom stuttered for a response. “Ah…ah don’ rightly know.”
“There’s always a reason.”
Apple Bloom rolled her eyes. “And you’d know all about that now?”
“I might.” Scootaloo said sternly.
They both stared at each other a while before bursting out into laughter. Naturally, they continued to walk down the street.
“Oh, I never said,” started Scootaloo. “I got some new trainers yesterday. Do you like them?” She gestured down to her feet. The trainers were yellow with red stripes on either side; at the top of the lace rack featured the Nike logo in red too.
“Wow, they look great on you!” Apple Bloom commented. It was nice to see something new from Scootaloo since her dress sense almost mirrored that of what she wore through middle school. Her entire wardrobe consisted of tracksuits and baggy shorts and a few pairs of boots and trainers. To be honest though, Scootaloo looked fine without any added extras.
Scootaloo blushed. “You really think so?”
“Well, yeah. Ya always make thangs look so good.”
Her compliment made Scootaloo stop in her tracks suddenly. Apple Bloom didn’t seem to notice until she looked to find her friend no longer beside her and turned around. Scootaloo looked a little weird.
“Hey, are you alright?” asked Apple Bloom.
“Oh, sorry. I just got a little confused there. Nothing to worry about.” Scootaloo replied, putting on a smile.
“Wait, didn’t we pass your street a couple of blocks back?” Apple Bloom brought up.
“Yeah, we did. I didn’t mind walking with you a little longer. Though I should probably split here, now that you bring it up.” Scootaloo chuckled. “Guess I’ll see ya tomorrow?”
“O’ course. Last day before the weekend.”
“You know it. See ya later, Apple Bloom.”
Apple Bloom waved back to her friend as she and Scootaloo went their separate ways. Turning back towards Sweet Apple Acres, the Apple teen sighed again. Are all my days gonna be like this?
Upon entering her homestead, Apple Bloom unlevied her rucksack from her shoulders and dumped it in the entryway hall. She would get onto her chores as soon as she had a small sit-down on the living room sofa. As she entered the doorway to the living room, she hesitated when she heard soft squelchy sounds emanating from inside. Apple Bloom switched to a stealthier mode and eased the door open slowly to take a glance at the happenings going on inside. She almost cried out in shock.
Applejack lay on the sofa, eyes closed and moans quite audible to say the least. On top of her was Sunset Shimmer, who was a dead giveaway with her sunset or rather bacon coloured hair. Together they were lip-locked in a perpetual kiss while using their arms to caress one another. Apple Bloom stood wide-eyed at the display, getting more and more interested as the exchange went on. Sunset began to poke her hands under Applejack’s shirt with Applejack doing the same in response. Their legs danced around each other, rubbing against one another and feet teasing away. It looked kinda hot, Apple Boom had to admit; Applejack’s hands running through her girlfriend’s hair, Sunset squeezing AJ’s titties. Apple Bloom was loving this. She edged the door open a tad more but it squeaked quite loudly, causing Applejack’s eyes to open. She caught sight of the peeping Tom and nudged Sunset to stop.
“Hey! What do ya think yar doin’?” Applejack said, evidently embarrassed.
Apple Bloom froze but it didn’t alter the smirk she was giving her older sister.
“Oh, don’ mind me. Ah’m just enjoyin’ the show.”
Applejack blushed furiously as Sunset moved off her, stifling a laugh or two. “Uhh…shouldn’t y’all be doin’ yar chores or summin’?”
“Ah was goin’ ta have a lil’ breather beforehand but the couch was all taken up by you two makin’ out.”
“Well…ah mean…ya shouldn’t have been peekin’ at us.”
Sunset was still laughing. “Come on, AJ. A 15-year-old is exposed to much more than what we were doing. Besides, it’s not like Apple Bloom isn’t used to us being an item or anything.”
Apple Bloom smiled victoriously. Sunset was taking her side. Though she soon faced her with a serious tone.
“Still, it isn’t very polite to pry on other peoples’ privacy, Apple Bloom. Please don’t do it again.”
The Apple teen’s smile faded. She nodded silently.
Applejack spoke up. “It’s ma fault, really. Ah shoulda known better than to do summin’ like this in the living room where everyone can see us, left, right an’ centre.”
Sunset nodded. “Let’s stick to the bedroom in future, k?”
Applejack smiled through her obvious blush. She and Sunset walked towards the kitchen. Applejack stopped and turned to Apple Bloom. “Well, sis, couch is free now. Go on an’ take it. Not fer too long now, ya hear. Y’all get a double load tomorrow if ah don’ see that keister in gear in ten minutes.”
Apple Bloom chuckled. “Whatever you say, big sister.” She winked at the end.
Applejack rolled her eyes jokingly and followed Sunset to the kitchen. Apple Bloom took roost on the couch and lied across like Applejack had been just a minute ago, without Sunset pinning her down of course. Though it would be rather great to see Sweetie Belle like that…thought the Apple teen, closing her eyes and letting her daydream fantasies loose.