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// Unexpected House Party 
// Story: Love is in Blossom 
// by sharkray24 
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	I stayed with her all day that day, never leaving her side except to fetch her something. I told her stories, jokes to try to make her laugh. Sang her songs, though off key, but she didn't mind that.
"Big Brother?" she asked already doing much better by one in the afternoon, "Why don't you have your cutie mark yet?"
"I've told you that before sis, 'I just never discovered my special talent.' that's all." I said reassuringly.
"I don't see how that's possible." she retorted.
"Well the accident sort of shook things up for me." I replied.
"Yeah I know." she paused for a few seconds then said, "But I still managed to get my Cutie Mark." she turned her head towards her flank where there was a light red flower in the shape of a heart with one orange leaf.
"And what is your special talent?" I said jokingly.
"Matchmaking..." she huffed.
"It's more than that. You are able to see the good in others and help them discover it for themselves. Then you can help ponies find other ponies who will end up being good friends."
"Or more." she said with a sly grin.
"Yes...'or more'." I joked.
Just then, there was a knock at the door. I told my sister that I would be right back, got up, and went to the door. I opened it to see a bright pink pony jump tackle me. "Oh good you're okay, because you didn't come in to work today and so I got worried, but the Cakes got your letter, but they didn't tell me what was wrong, so I tried to sneak a glance at it and all I could make out was the word 'ill' and that's not a good, happy word, I mean just say it, 'iiiiiiiiilllllllllllllll' I mean it just sounds like somepony gagging on something I mean 'Yuk!' who wants that sort of sound-taste in your mouth? So I brought Applejack and Fluttershy to see if they could help, and Twilight should be coming when she gets some of her princess work done.So for now LET'S HAVE A PARTY!" Pinkie Pie then produced one of her three "handy dandy party cannons' and commenced firing.
Before I knew it the walls were covered in streamers and other festive decorations for any kind of party.
"SHHHHHHHH!" I said "Keep it down, my sister is asleep." I said to her, but it was like talking to a brick wall really.
Pinkie Pie was about to start blasting music from a box labeled "The Wub Machine Mach3000" when Applejack said to Pinkie Pie, "Ah don' think he needs a 'loud' party right now."
"Oh, sorry." Pinkie then proceeded to turn the volume from 11 down to 1 and played some soothing smooth jazz. Blue's music probably.
"Ah didn't know ya had a sister Lavender. Where is she?" asked Applejack.
"She's asleep in her room over there." I pointed with my head to the door behind me.
I believe it was then that the three of them first got a look at our house, if you could call it that, it was more of a Soddy really. The roof and walls were dirt, there were three rooms; the Kitchen, My Sister's room, and our living room (that's where I sleep on the floor). The front door was a bunch of wooden planks tied together with some rope, when you came in you entered into the kitchen. Dirt floor, one table, no chairs, and an Ice Box. It was literally an Ice Box, a wooden box filled with ice where we kept the little food we had that required refrigeration and anything else that needed to stay cool. In the summer I had to cast a spell on it every morning to restrengthen the Ice. We had a "sink" which was really just a water spout that was next to the ice box. On the walls were some improvised cabinets made from wood planks.
To the left of the Kitchen was the living room, it had a dirt floor, with a small orange rug in the middle covered with stains and rips. We had a basket of my old toys that we would play with sometimes when we had free time. There was one window in that room which you could see straight out over Ponyville, that is if we were able to keep it clean for an extended period of time. In the corner was a blanket, which is were I slept.
Now if you had gone straight through the kitchen instead of turning left, you would come to a door made of wooden planks and in that room was my sister's room. The floor was, you guessed it, dirt, and in the center of the room was a big quilt which acted as a mattress and she some blankets and she had a little stuffed blue Bunny.
Applejack looked around and said, "This is some place, I'm not quite sure how ta describe it, but it's...interestin'."
"I like it..." said Fluttershy softly, "It reminds me of a house of my friend bear..."
Pinkie Pie was too lost in the smooth jazz to take part in our conversation.
"Please," I said pushing up a rock improvising as a chair, "Make yourselves at home." I said, realizing it was probably hard for them to do.
After several minutes of awkward sitting and listening to smooth jazz, I finally asked, "Sooooooo...can you guys help my sister?"
"I can try." said Fluttershy.
"An' I'll do ma' best." chimed in Applejack.
I looked to Pinkie Pie who was still in her own little world of smooth jazz. I knew she meant well, but not everything is meant to be made into a party...