//------------------------------// // The Pain From One's Own Truth // Story: A Love For A Dear Friend // by Flash Photo //------------------------------// Chapter 2: The Pain From One's Own Truth As Scootaloo laid down on her bed, she thought of Apple Bloom, then she felt that weird feeling in her stomach again. It wasn't painful. It's hard to describe how it felt. Scootaloo liked it, but at the same time she wanted it to go away. She thought to ask her mom, but there was only one problem. Scootaloo knew that her liking Apple Bloom made her different from most of the girls at her school. But she didn't know if this feeling was something that everyone felt, or if it was because she was different. In case it was just because she was different, she held off from telling her mother. “What is this feeling? Is there something wrong with me...or is it something everyone feels once and a while. I don't know, but I need some time to figure it out. I wish I didn't have school tomorrow, then I could spend the day figuring this out.” And just as if someone heard her wish, her mother came into her room. To tell her the news. “Hey honey.” Her mother said. “I just heard on the news that there won't be any school tomorrow. Something about them deciding last minute to give everyone a day off for Valentines Day. I think it's to give the kids who have dates, the time to go on those dates.” Scootaloo took a second to let everything set in. She couldn't believe what she just heard. “What the actual fuck?” Scootaloo said after her mother left the room. “Is there some magical beast listening into what I'm saying? Whatever, at least I can spend the day solving this stomach issue. 0---000---0 “Hey Scootaloo,” Apple Bloom said. “You know since there is no school today I thought I'd come over and we could spend the day playing video games and eating.” “Sure thing,” Scootaloo said, “come on in.” Two hours later “Hey Apple Bloom,” Scootaloo said, “there's something I need to tell you.” “What is it Scootaloo?” Apple Bloom asked. “For a long time now, I've been hiding something from everyone. I never knew how to say it, because I didn't want to ruin the friendships I've made. But basically what I am trying to say is that...I'm gay...and I have a crush on you.” “Hehehe” Apple Bloom started to laugh as darkness was starting to surround the two girls. “Is that so? Well then Scootaloo, I need you to do me a favor.” “What's that?” “Never talk to me again!” Apple Bloom yelled. “But why?” “Because you're gay. I don't know how you thought that I could be friends with someone whose gay. You're such a fucking idiot. I hate you and I never want to talk to you again.” “Apple Bloom...nooooo.” Beep beep beeeeeeeeeeep Scootaloo woke up from another bad dream. Once again she was breathing really heavily, but this time, when she woke up, she had that feeling in her stomach. This feeling was actually painful this time. Scootaloo ran to the bathroom as fast as she could. She threw up in the toilet once, then spent the next five minutes crying on the bathroom floor. “What's going on with me?” Scootaloo asked herself. “What is wrong? Why am I feeling like this? Okay Scootaloo, calm down. Think, what could be causing this.” After some time thinking, she realized that she only felt this way when she wasn't around Apple Bloom. So she figured that the only way to have this pain stop was to stay away from Apple Bloom for a while, just until her body gets used to not being around Apple Bloom. So Scootaloo set her phone to silent, and made her plans for the day about sleeping. After an hour of failed attempts at trying to sleep, Scootaloo turned on her phone to see that she had three text messages from Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle. 10 am...Apple Bloom says: Hey Scootaloo. Happy Valentines Day. Sweetie Belle and I are goin to the mall today. Want to come? 10:15 am...Sweetie Belle says: Are you coming to the mall with Apple Bloom and I? 2:45 pm...Apple Bloom says: Scootaloo, sorry you missed out on the mall trip. You feelin okay? We're gettin pretty worried about you. Scootaloo couldn't handle the feeling in her stomach. The feeling wasn't going away. In fact, it only seemed to be worse. Another three hours went by and Scootaloo checked her phone. 4:30 pm...Sweetie Belle says: Scootaloo...is anyone there? Hello? 4:55 pm...Apple Bloom says: Scootaloo why aren't you talkin to us? Are you mad at us...at me? 5:30 pm...Apple Bloom says: Hey there Scoots. I don't know why ya aren't answerin us. Did I say or do anything on our walk home yesterday? I'm on my way over. I have to talk to you. I'll be over in 10 mins. Scootaloo's eyes widened and she quickly checked the time. It was now 5:45 pm. Apple Bloom was almost here. Scootaloo was gonna hide, but her mother opened the door. “Scootaloo?” Her mother questioned. “Apple Bloom came to see you. She and Sweetie Belle have been worried sick about you.” “Yeah,” Apple Bloom said with a sad voice, “you never answered either of us. Are you mad at us?” Scootaloo could see the tears streaming down on Apple Bloom's face. This was it. Scootaloo had done the thing that she never wanted to do to anyone. Especially not Apple Bloom. She hurt her. And not just hurt her, she made her cry. Seeing this Apple Bloom started to have tears running down her face as well. “I'm...I...I'm sorry.” Scootaloo started crying heavily, and ran past both her mother and Apple Bloom. Scootaloo slammed the bathroom door and locked herself in. “Oh...” her mother complained, “I just don't know what's wrong with that poor girl. Apple Bloom as Scootaloo's mother, I give you permission to search through my daughter's stuff. Just so we can find out what's wrong. I'll go try to get her out of the bathroom.” “Okay.” Apple Bloom said as she wiped the tears from her eyes. Apple Bloom started looking through everything. She looked through Scootaloo's closet, her dresser, even under her bed. She was about to give up, but then she noticed something under Scootaloo's pillows. She took what was under the pillow and saw that it was Scootaloo's diary. Apple Bloom didn't want to look through it, but her friend was clearly hurting and she had to figure out why. She opened the book and started reading. After a while she found the problem. She knew for a fact that what she was reading was the problem because it explained so many things. Why Scootaloo never accepted the flowers and chocolates from the boys, why she has been acting strange lately, why Scootaloo never talked about romance...Scootaloo was in love with Apple Bloom. After reading what she had read, Scootaloo and her mother entered back into the room. Scootaloo saw Apple Bloom reading her diary. Her face went completely red. “Scootaloo...” Apple Bloom asked, “do you love me?” All Scootaloo did was allow her tears to start falling again. Then she ran. Scootaloo ran out of the house and out of sight from the two. “I'll go find her.” Apple Bloom said to Scootaloo's mom. “You just stay here in case she comes back.” With that Apple Bloom ran off. She didn't know where Scootaloo was, but she had a pretty good idea. She went to the spot where she thought Scootaloo was and she was right. Right at the bus stop where the school bus would pick up Apple Bloom, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle every single day. Scootaloo was right there lying on the bench curled up, crying. “Scootaloo...” Apple Bloom said with a soft and sad tone to her voice. “Don't even say it, Apple Bloom.” Scootaloo said with a harsh and sad voice. “I already know what you're gonna say. “Oh Scootaloo, you love me. Ewww that's gross. You're a freak Scootaloo. I fucking hate you, you good for nothing, Worthless, piece of horse crap!!!” With each word that Scootaloo was saying about herself, her voice grew louder and angrier. After she got done, she went straight back to bawling. Apple Bloom was scared and confused. She didn't know what to do or say, so she acted and spoke from her heart. She sat down on the bench next to Scootaloo. Scootaloo didn't even notice her sitting down, until Apple Bloom grabbed her and helped her sit up on the bench. “Now why do yall think I'd say such...garbage?” Apple Bloom asked. “You're one of my best friends. I can't believe you didn't tell me you were gay. The part about liking me is understandable, because you feared about ruining our friendship, but how in the hay did you think that you bein gay would do anything but strengthen our friendship.” Scootaloo didn't answer. She started bawling even harder now. Apple Bloom didn't know why, so she continued to speak from her heart. “Scootaloo...” Apple Bloom said. Before finishing, she grabbed Scootaloo's head and turned her head to face hers. As the sunset was going down, Apple Bloom planted her lips onto Scootaloo's. After about 5 seconds, Apple Bloom let go of Scootaloo's head and retracted her lips. “I love you.” Apple Bloom finished what she was going to say earlier. She said it with such a sincere, soft, kind voice. Scootaloo looked up at Apple Bloom and said “What?” Apple Bloom quickly kissed Scootaloo's for head and said, “I love you Scooter, and I always have. I just didn't realize it till now.” Scootaloo kissed her new girlfriend on the lips again. This time, they held the kiss for a very long time. “So...” Scootaloo asked, “when will we tell Sweetie Bell about...us?” “We'll cross that bridge when we get there Scooter, but for now...let's just enjoy the sunset.” Apple Bloom and Scootaloo sat on the bench, watching the sunset for almost a half hour. Though, they did not speak a word for that half hour, they sat their and cuddled the whole time. When the half hour ended, they kissed each other on the lips one last time, then made their way back home.