Chapter 13- Becoming an Assistant
Sweetie Belle and I charge our way into her medium sized bedroom in the Carousel Boutique. Behind us, Rarity is calling up the stairs telling us not to break anything, but we just laugh, she knows we will end up breaking something.
As we always do when having a sleepover, we gather up duvets and pillows, creating a small nest on the floor before burrowing deep into the warmth of the covers. We giggle as we look at each other through the darkness of the nest.
This is the best place to talk at a sleepover, it is secluded from the world around us, and it is just Sweetie and I.
“So, what are we going to do about Cloud Chaser?” Sweetie asks once we’re sitting comfortably.
I sit quietly for a few moments; to be honest I am not sure what we are going to do about this at all. Cloud Chaser is either genuinely being nice to me or he wants to be fake towards us to get Apple Bloom on his good side. I don’t want to make any false assumptions but I also don’t want to risk trusting him.
Sweetie Belle is waiting patiently beside me when I decide to answer. “We just pretend we like him, but we aren’t going to trust him until we are sure.”
Sweetie nods slightly. “But, I want to trust him. I hate not liking ponies.”
“I know, Sweetie, but we can’t risk it!” I sigh at my friend; she has to be so nice to every pony.
“Okay, fine...” She mumbles in defeat, then her face turns to a grin and she yells in joy: “Let’s play a game!”
I giggle and watch as she bounces up and down in her spot. “What game do you wanna play?”
“We should play that game where we see who can spin for the longest!” Sweetie Belle jumps to her hooves and gallops into the centre of the room.
Knowing that this isn’t going to end well, I reluctantly follow Sweetie into the centre of the room, preparing myself for any injuries that may come.
“First one to fall loses and has to offer Rarity assistance in place of Opalescence,” Sweetie Belle announces and I smile, I can totally win this.
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I was wrong. I can totally not win this, I am terrible at this game!
I ended up crashing into Sweetie’s dressing table, causing the mirror on of it to wobble and come crashing to the ground, dragging everything else on it along with it. So here I am, standing next to Rarity whilst I balance on one hoof with ribbons, thread and all sorts of materials hanging off my wings and forelegs.
Sweetie Belle is watching from the top of the stairs in a fit of giggles, and I shoot daggers at her with my eyes. She is so going to pay for this.
“Thank you ever so much for helping me, Scoots,” Rarity beams as she adds a ribbon onto her attire. “Dear Opel was getting very tired.”
“It’s okay Rarity,” I mumble around the pin cushion she stuck in my mouth. “I wanted to try and get my cutie mark in being an assistant!”
Sweetie Belle laughs hysterically at my comment, knowing that being an assistant would be one of the worst cutie marks to get, ever. Anyway, what would an assistant cutie mark actually look like?
Rarity continues to work on her ensemble, mumbling quietly to herself as she squints through her red framed glasses. Finally, she untangles me from the mass of materials and allows me to be back on all four hooves.
“Well done, Scootaloo, I wouldn’t have been able to finish this by tonight without you! I wouldn’t be surprised if you did get a cutie mark in being an assistant!” Rarity smiles at me before trotting to bed as she calls down the stairs: “Now off to bed you two, good night!”
We sigh in unison as we race each other up the stairs into the bedroom. Once we’re settled in our makeshift nest, we switch off the lights.
“You are so going to pay for that Sweetie...” I whisper through the darkness of the room, I refuse to admit that I actually quite enjoyed helping Rarity.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever Scoots, I know you secretly enjoyed it!” Sweetie giggles and I send her a glare even though she can’t see it. “Anyway, tomorrow can we sleepover at yours?”
I freeze as I remember that my parents are still gone, and they will be for another three weeks. “Um, my sister is having a few friends from out of town around, so I can’t have anyone. She’d flip if I did. Sorry.” I reluctantly lie to my best friend.
“Oh, okay!” Sweetie Belle says, believing every word that I just said which makes the lying even harder. “Anyway, we should hit the hay; we can go find Apple Bloom in the morning.”
“G’night Sweetie,” I whisper sadly, but get no reply so I figure that the filly has probably fallen asleep already.
I lie on my back and stare into the darkness as I wonder what I’m going to do about this whole mess. I suppose I could go and talk to Rainbow about my parents leaving me, I trust her enough to do that, and if she doesn’t want to help then I’d be okay with that. Still, what could she do to help? My parents aren’t going to come back for ages, and when they do what will Rainbow say?
If they find out that I have been going around telling every pony that they left me to fend for myself for a month, they would skin me alive. That’s an overstatement even.
Sleep drags me under as I continue to worry about the world around me, right up until darkness fills me from the inside out.
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The sun shines brightly through the window as it brushes itself across my cheeks, waking me up as sweetly as possible. Beside me, Sweetie Belle stirs before sitting up, her mane in a mess around her face. I giggle slightly at the state of her.
“What? Why are you laughing?” Sweetie Belle says with fear in her voice, “What did you do to me?”
I laugh even more, clutching my stomach as I do so. “You should brush your hair before we grab breakfast and leave the house.”
Sweetie Belle’s face flushes slightly before she trudges into the bathroom, muttering under her breath as she goes.
I can already tell that today is going to be a good day. After all, it’s a brand new day, what could possibly go wrong?