//------------------------------// // Old Friend // Story: Unlikely Love of Ages Past. // by Phoenix Skyfire //------------------------------// Chapter 4: Old Friend As she was waking up, Scootaloo stretched her hooves out, fluttering her eyes open. Rolling out of her bed onto her hooves, with a large yawn, she moved into the bathroom to wash up. After washing her face, the pegasus looked at herself in the mirror. 'This dream is driving me crazy. Why do I keep having it and who is that mare?' Scootaloo thought to herself. “Scootaloo, come to the kitchen, breakfast is ready,” the orange mare heard her mother call out. Heeding her mother's call, Scootaloo dried her face and headed out of her bedroom, walking toward the kitchen of the cloud house she now called home. Walking into the kitchen she saw a golden mare with a fiery orange and amber mane, placing two plates of cherry pancakes on the table. "These smell delicious mom," Scootaloo said, giving the mare in question a hug. Spitfire hugged her daughter back, smiling the entire time. "Did I ever tell you how happy I am that we found each other again and became a real family?" Spitfire asked, pulling back from the hug and looking at the orange pegasus. Scootaloo started to laugh barely managing to get out, “Only like a hundred times, mom.” Calming herself down, Scootaloo looked up at Spitfire and smiled. “I’m happy we found each other as well. I love you, mom,” leaning in to hug her mother once again. “I love you too, Scootaloo,” she said, returning the hug. “Why don't we eat breakfast?” Pulling away from the hug, Scootaloo and Spitfire took their seats at the table and started to eat. “Did you enjoy hanging out with Apple Bloom yesterday?” “I wasn’t able to hang out with Apple Bloom, like I wanted. She was busy helping out on the farm. I did have a small picnic with Silver Spoon though." “Silver Spoon? Why does that name sound familiar?” the golden mare said, putting a hoof to her chin. “She was a filly that I went to school with years ago. She and Diamond Tiara use to bully me, Apple Bloom, and Sweetie Belle.” “Why did you have a picnic with somepony who bullies you?” “I said ‘use to’ mom. She doesn’t anymore. Few years ago, she came and apologized to us, and we decided to give her a second chance,” The orange mare said, eating her pancakes along side her mother. “I’m glad you gave her a second chance. Everypony deserves it,” Spitfire said, proud of her daughter. “So what are your plans for the day?” “Bloom said we could hang out today, so I was going to go over there. That okay with you, mom? Or did you have something planned?” “Oh... My only plans for today are to relax here at home. So you go on ahead and hang out with your friend. I'll clean up breakfast,” the elder mare said, standing up from the table and scooping up the plates using her wings. “You just make sure to have fun and not cause trouble,” she said, looking over her shoulder at her daughter as she placed the dishes in the sink. “I won’t cause trouble, mom. I promise,” walking over to her mother she gave her a peck on the cheek. “I’ll be back later mom. Love you.” “Alright Scootaloo. I’ll see you at dinner,” Spitfire replied, watching the orange mare fly off. *                                                *                                                *         Landing in front of the Apple Family house, Scootaloo raised her hoof and knocked on the door. The door opened to reveal an orange mare.         “Howdy there, Scootaloo. How are ya’ today?” Applejack greeted the pegasus. “I’m doing just fine, Applejack. Is Apple Bloom around? She said we could hang out today.” “I think she went over to the treehouse. Why don’t you check there?”         “I will. Thanks, Applejack,” Scootaloo said as she took off towards the old clubhouse. Moments later, not too far from the Apple family farm, Scootaloo landed outside of a treehouse. Looking up at the clubhouse, she remembered all the crazy things Bloom, Belle, and her did trying to get their cutie marks. “Hey, Scootaloo!” Apple Bloom called out, trotting up next to Scootaloo. “Why you at the old club house?” “Hey, Bloom. You sister said you might be here, so I came to check,” Scootaloo said, smiling over at the earth pony. “You have time to hang out today? Or do you still have chores to do?” “Nah, got done with all ma chores yesterday. Wanted to make sure I could hang out with you today," the mare said, throwing her foreleg around Scootaloo. "Come on, why don't we hit that new cafe? I'm hungry." The pegasus chuckled as Bloom pulled her foreleg down. "Alright, let's," she said following the yellow mare. "So, Scoots. What's it like working along side your mom and the Wonderbolts, helping them with their stunts?" Bloom asked as the two mares walked. "Actually, pretty fun. I still enjoy all the choreography I do in Fillydelphia, but I enjoy being able to spend more time with my mother," Scootaloo said, looking over at the other mare. "Say, Bloom. Do you remember that school talent show we did ten years ago?" "Do I remember it? It's kinda hard to forget. Looking back, it was a disaster. Still weird how we didn't get our cutie marks then." "I know what you mean. If I would have just did the moves like you said, I probably would have gotten my cutie mark back then. If Belle would've sung she woulda had hers. Still don't know how you didn't get yours," Scootaloo said, looking at Bloom's cutie mark, an apple with a hammer and saw crossing behind it. "I mean you rebuilt the entire clubhouse single hoofed." “I guess its like Miss Cheerilee said. It would appear when we realize it's what we enjoy. I didn’t think about enjoying rebuilding the clubhouse. I just did it so we had someplace to hang out together,” Bloom said, walking into the town. Pointing over at a small building she said, “And there's that new cafe. Let's go get something to eat.” Smiling over at Apple Bloom, Scootaloo followed her over to the small cafe. Taking a seat next to a table, the mares relaxed and ordered something for breakfast. Scootaloo ordered a garden salad while Bloom ordered a fruit salad, both also ordering orange juice. "So, Bloom. Anything interesting happen while I was in Fillydelphia?" Scootaloo said, beginning to eat her salad. "Not really to be honest. One of Miss Cheerilee's students did get a nice cutie mark. When I told ma sister she just laughed," the mare said, giggling at how her sister had laughed that day. "What was their cutie mark and special talent?" "His cutie mark was a cowcolt hat, and his special talent was acting. The colt's name was John Mane. Don't ask about the name; his parents are kinda loco." "Weird name, but I hope he goes far in the acting. How is Miss Cheerilee doing these days anyway?" Scootaloo asked, taking a drink of her orange juice. "Pretty well from what I heard. She's been a lot happier lately, since she started dating Twilight," Bloom replied, finishing her salad. After Scootaloo had heard that, she choked slightly on her juice, "Say what? Miss Cheerilee and Twilight are dating? Why didn't I hear about this?" Apple Bloom couldn't help but giggle slightly at her friend before replying, "They only started going out two months ago, and been keeping it on the downlow. You probably didn't hear about it since you only get to be in Ponyville for maybe a week at most at times." Scootaloo sighed at her misfortune. "Sometimes I hate being so far away when I'm over in Fillydelphia, but I enjoy dancing too much to just quit." "I know what you mean, Scoots. Belle's the same way, as she enjoys singing so much, she doesn't wanna quit, but misses Ponyville when she's away for such long periods of time." "You know Bloom, sometimes I wish we were fillies again so we could hang out more often. If that happened though, we wouldn't be the mares we are." "Sometimes I wish the same thing, but you’re right. We wouldn't be the mares we are if that was the case. I do wish we had more time to spend together, though." “Maybe one of these days, Belle and I can see if we can get off at the same time. All three of us could hang out then. Would be similar to the old days.” “I’d really like that. We have not been together as a group in a long time. Why don't we head out and walk around town?” Bloom asked, already finished with her salad and juice. “Sure thing,” the pegasus replied, downing the rest of her juice. “Let's go.” Standing up on their hooves, the two mares walked into the market of Ponyville. After spending time together, the two friends parted ways, eager for the next day.