I woke up for the second time to find that Blossom was still in my bed. She hadn't moved an inch from where I had placed her. Gazing over at my clock I noticed it was a little past eight so I wiggled out from underneath her and made my way down to the kitchen. Rumble would be up by now and I had promised him a hot breakfast before I left for my date with Rarity.
As I made my way down the hall I could smell something cooking. It smelt like pancakes, and they smelt burnt. Panic set in and I ran down the short hall to stop Rumble from getting any further in his crimes against cooking. I looked over at the stove to find the culprit wasn't Rumble, it was Flitter struggling to flip a pancake that was obviously stuck to the skillet.
"Curse you, flapjack of evil!" she spat. Her face was set in a irate grimace.
I watched this for just a few moments before I had enough,
"Flitter!"
She turned to me wielding the spatula like a battleax. I walked over to the stove and turned the heat down. Removing the skillet from the heat source I shot Flitter a warm smile,
"I'll take it from here."
She reluctantly handed over the spatula and walked back to the living room. After cleaning the dishes and throwing away the crusty hard excuses for pancakes I started over. While I was cooking Rumble walked over to the fridge and poured himself a glass of OJ. His mane was a mess and he still had little crusty stuff in the corners of his eyes.
"Did you sleep good," I asked.
"Uh huh" was all he managed to say as he walked back to the living room. I laughed at his near zombie like gate. He was not a morning pony. Flitter made her way back into the kitchen. She had clearly composed herself from her earlier exploits.
"So, how was your date with Rarity?" she asked in a silvery tone.
"It was great!"
"If it was so great then why did you bed Blossomforth?" she asked sounding very accusatory.
"I...I didn't sleep with Blossom," I replied before facehoofing, "Ok, I did sleep with Blossom but we didn't do anything but-sleep."
Sashaying to my right she leaned against the counter and gave me a hard look,
"You lie."
She was starting to irritate me,
"What proof do you have?"
Giving me a mischievous grin she started to list the evidence,
"One, when she and I got up last night I told her that I was going to crash in the your spare bedroom. She told me that she would be right behind me but she never came. So when I woke up this morning I started to look for her and when I didn't find her on the couch I looked in your room. I found the two of you laying there all cuddle up together and you were wearing a post-coitus grin."
I gulped, that first one was a little hard to explain. I did cuddle her and I may have been wearing a post-coitus grin given the dream I had beforehoof.
"Two, your room smelt of your vile acts. Or, well all I could smell was air freshener and the slightest hint of male musk. So you were hiding you debaucheries."
Ok, I had to admit that it was looking like Judge Flitter was about to throw the book at me. The room smelled because of my wet dream there was no denying that and I should have known better than to try to cover it up with air freshener although I hadn't considered that Flitter would walk in on us sleeping.
"And three, Blossom isn't the kind of mare to just sneak in to a stallions room just to sleep beside him. She isn't that creepy. So, you must have seduced her you vile male. I would never treat any mare in such a matter."
The last bit was absurd and just as I was about to give Judge Fillyfooler Flitter a piece of my mind she pointed to the now smoking skillet,
"Uh, its not supposed to do that right?" she added meekly.
I turned to my now ruined pancake and I fished it from the hot skillet. I turned back to Flitter after pouring another patty and gave her a hostile look,
"We are not done with this conversation. But, we will have to call a truce until I'm done cooking."
She gave a haughty laugh and replied,
"What ever you say master baker!"
She started to walk away but was her path was blocked by Blossomforth.
"Uh! Hi," she peeped. Turing to get a better look at Blossomforth I noticed that she was glowing three shades of red. Her wing tips met in front of her and she was tapping her primaries together.
"I..."
Flitter sat back on her haunches trying to figure out what the scrunching up of Blossom's muzzle meant. After flipping the pancake I looked back at her trying to figure out what she was about to say.
"I..."
"I what?" impatiently asked Flitter.
"I... am one of those cr...creepy mares that would sneak in too a stallions room and...gulp, sleep beside him," she muttered.
Flitter deadpanned. And then started to shake her head.
"And me and Lane didn't have coitus although that wouldn't have been that bad of an-" Blushing she didn't finish her sentence.
Empting the skillet I poured another pancake, it wasn't as pretty as the others. The conversation was far more interesting. When I turned back around from my cooking the only mare that was still in the kitchen was Flitter. Looking at me over her shoulder she gave me a thin smile,
"I'm sorry, Laney! I shouldn't jump to conclusions."
As she finished her sentence I heard a door slam. It sounded like it was the door of my room. Sighing I knew that before I had any breakfast I was going to have a talk with Blossomforth. I wasn't looking forward to that.
Flitter had the table set by the time I finished cooking. I set the pile of pancakes in the middle of the table and then went to the fridge to grab some fresh fruit. After dicing up some strawberries and bananas I added it to the list of possible variations that were already possible given that we had maple syrup, ribbon cane syrup, honey, chocolate sauce, and blueberries. Flitter and Rumble had already started to make their plates. I washed up and then walked back to my room. I still had a chore to do.
Blossom was sitting on the edge of my bed gently rocking back and forth. She didn't even look up as I entered the room. Sitting down beside her I noticed that she had been crying, again.
"Blossom?" I asked softly. She turned to me. I saw that her eyes were full of tears and she was biting her bottom lip. Reaching around her middle I pulled her into a half hug. Laying her head on my shoulder she finally started to speak,
"I'm... sorry for sneaking into your room and sleeping beside you. I such a bad pony."
I hated when she did this, Blossomforth had this annoying habit of belittling herself if anything when wrong. Sometimes even when it had nothing to do with her.
"Look, I'm not mad." I said as I raised her chin up with my free hoof. She just gave me a blank stare.
"Do I look mad?
Sniffing she replied, a bubble forming across her lips as she spoke,
"No."
Giving her a smile I nuzzled her cheek. Then I sighed,
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked sweetly. She looked down and started to fidget her hooves that rested in her lap,
"I don't know. I'm just so mixed up. I try to make friends and I try to get stallions to pay attention to me. But, they never do. And even if they do notice me as soon as I open my mouth they write me off as being an egghead or a book worm."
I gave her a squeeze,
"I think that maybe you just haven't met the right one yet." I blinked a couple of times and giggled as I realized I had just paraphrased Caramel's words of comfort.
Rolling her hooves she looked up at me,
"What if I have found a stallion that I think is the right one. How would I go about telling him?"
"Well tell me what makes him special to you," I asked. I figured it would be harmless to find out just what Blossom's taste in stallions were.
"He's brave and he is always willing to help anypony that asks. He's kind and caring. He can cook and sew. The way he makes me feel is just amazing. I feel like I can do anything with him around. And when I'm down he can always help me to feel better about myself. He's smart. Sometimes I think he is smarter than me. But he isn't like me. Sometimes I tend to use my education and big vocabulary in ways that may come across as being prude. He would make a great dad one day." she said with each sentence she became more exited.
I thought for a minute trying to imagine the stallion she was describing. Once I had a firm picture in mind I tired to sift through all of the stallions I knew that had those qualities. Needless to say the list was small. I could only think of three stallions that fit that criteria, and they were Snowflake, the Apple families pride and joy Big Mac, and myself.
"Well you have quite a few options," I answered.
"Oh, really like what?" she asked.
"You could just tell him or you could write him a love letter or you could just walk up to him a plant a kiss right on his lips if you were feeling bold," I said with a smile. She wiped away her tears and then turned to look at me. Her pupil's had become huge as she leaned in. I just knew she was about to kiss me but she stopped just shy of my lips when she squeed and squeezed me tight,
"You give the best advice, Laney! I think I'll write him a letter."
I mentally let out a sigh of relief. I liked Blossom but I didn't want her crushing on me and making me feel like I was letting her down by dating Rarity. Bouncing up from her set she looked at me with an impossible wide grin,
"You were cooking breakfast so I assume you are done because you came to talk to me."
I gave her a weak smile,
"Yep, I finished a while ago."
She shot out a hoof and poked me in my belly and then said,
"That's good, because I'm starving. And by the rumbly grumbly sounds your belly was making I think you are too."
I looked down to my stomach. I was so focused on trying to make Blossom feel better I hadn't even noticed my stomach shouting profanities at me for not feeding it sooner.