I had several opportunities to "Ask" Snails out during the first few hours of school. I could have asked him when we were put in the same activity group during our science class. Needless to say I didn't say a dang thing other than what I had to.
Looking over at AB, I noticed the almost frantic look in her eyes as she started to sweat bullets. Snips was always a little weird but he seemed to be even more so today. The green colt kept talking about weaponizing flatulence. It was my fault.
"And I thought Mac was bad," said AB as she fanned her nose trying to drive away the stink.
"What did you eat?" asked Snips as his snorting laughter started to die down. I looked over at Snails to see what he was going to say but, the colt kept a straight face.
"I ate mexicolt, okay," I groaned wanting the conversation to shift to something that didn't make me look or smell so un-cool, "mexicolt can make any pony a little gassy."
"Not me," said Pipsqueak as he lit up the Bunsen burner with a match, "But I'm one-eighth mexicolt."
"What are you not?" I asked. Pip had this irritating habit of saying he was so many parts of this ethnic or cultural group to explain his abnormally wide skill set. That colt could do just about anything given time. He could dance to just about every type of song. He could sing. He could act. He could play paint ball really well. About the only thing he couldn't do was—
"Hey, Dinky would you like to go with me to the movies this Saturday?" he asked without batting an eye.
We all grew quiet.
"As friends?" she asked shyly.
"If that is what you want but, I was thinking more of a date if that is alright with you" he added while he squeezed the eye dropper between two hooves, letting a drop of one of the chemicals we were working with fall into the beaker.
"Um..." Dinky raised a hoof to cover her rose red cheeks.
"My lady would you do me the honor of allowing me to take the movies," he said in a deeper voice while trying his best to bow in his chair, "I'll buy the caramel popcorn you like so much!"
"Yes," she answered with a squee almost jumping from her seat.
I gagged and looked away from the blushing new couple. I stand corrected, he can do anything. While Snips and Snails were talking with Pip about his new fillyfriend, I felt a hoof wrap around my neck. The next thing I know I'm face to face with AB.
"If he can do it why can't we?" she hissed.
I rolled my eyes, "I don't know about you but the only thing holding me back is that I really don't want to ask him out in the first place."
"You're not trying weasel out of the dare are you?" she asked behind gritted teeth.
I sighed, "No."
"Okay then why don't you ask him then," she said while nodding her head his way.
"I will when I'm good and ready!" I answered with a snort before tuning her out.
Bloom crossed her hooves across her chest and refused to speak to me the rest of the period. Not that I minded too much. I love Bloom don't get me wrong. It's just ever since this little heat thing she has been a hooffull.
Lunch was no easer. She actually spent the entire break talking only to Sweetie. Practically ignoring my question and even after I apologized for giving her the cold shoulder. Sweetie kept shooting me daggers. I can't catch a break today.
Granddaddy long legs walked over to our table and stopped. This spider was a comic crazy flashy bulb menace named Featherweight. I don't have a bully bone in my body but he had enough stuff not going right with him that he was practically a walking advertisement for what could go wrong in adolescence and anypony with a mean streak could take their pick and drive him up the wall. He was tall and thin like a stick bug, he had the worst case of acne Ponyville had ever seen, and he had a set of buck teeth that could make Colgate actually measured his teeth to see if it was a world record as well as have every rabbit within a thirty mile radius bowing down to him like he was a god.
"What do you want, Featherweight?" I asked without looking up from my nachos. He didn't say anything; he just set his tray down at our table. Needing somepony to talk to since my usual friends were currently not talking to me, I looked up to see that he looked like he needed cpr or something. The colt was red. No, red didn't cover it. He was glowing like one of those light bulbs that warmed the plants that Pinkie Pie grew for some kind of special ingredient for her super duper hungry honeybuns.
"Featherweight?'
The colt just got up and left his tray without saying a word. I worried about him for a moment before I spotted his uneaten nachos and cheese.
"Waste not, want not," I said as I filched it from his tray.
The next contender for most awkward came in the form of Button Mash, and boy was the form good. He wasn't what I would I would consider attractive but he could be fun. Going to his house was better than going to the arcade. Arcades have rules about keeping the amount of blood down to a minimum on the games they possessed. The house of Mash was full of monstrous levels of blood, guts, and gore. His own brand of flash games were just as bloody. And he had came a long way from the mild asthmatic we first met a couple of years ago. Now he could keep up with Sweetie. No pony could keep up with me accept other pegasi with the lone exception of Bloom, who had been faltering lately.
"How are you today, fillies?" he asked all the while wringing his hat in hooves like he was trying to squeeze water from it.
Sweetie and Bloom shot me yet another hard look before turning their attention towards Button.
"The best day so far," answered Sweetie while flashing a coy grin and leaning closer to him. I watched as beads of sweat popped up on his forehead.
"Horrible," wined Bloom.
His attention fell from Sweetie as he plastered on a face of concern, "Horrible? Is there anything I can do to help?"
Bloom sighed, "not unless you could ask Snips out for me." I smirked as Button hopped up from his seat and made his way across the lunchroom. Bloom wasn't following until Button started to talk to Snips and Snails.
This was going to be good.
The three colts talked back and forth for a couple of minutes only stopping to look at us or more specifically Bloom.
"He did it. I can't believe he did it," stammered Bloom. Sweetie just sat their wide mouthed as Button escorted Snips back to our table.
The green colt pawed at the ground shyly before he cleared his voice, "You want to go out with me, Bloom? Really?"
Giving him a half smile she replied, "Yeah."
Snips got really quiet for a moment before climbed up on the seat next to me and then he clambered onto the table.
"MARES AND GENTLE COLTS! THE PRITTIEST FILLY IN SCHOOL JUST AGREED TO GO OUT WITH ME! AM I GREAT AND WONDERFUL OR WHAT!" He yelled at the top of his voice.
I thought it was incredibly cheesy but Bloom ate that crap up. Several students clapped and cheered. Others didn't care either way. And then there was Diamond, Silver, and Rumble. Diamond blinked a couple of time and then sneered.
I shook my head, Nothing good can come of this.
"You... you really think I'm the prettiest filly in school?" asked Bloom after he stepped off of the table and out of my nachos. Sweetie offered him a napkin to clean his foot off but he just shook his head no. The little horn head lit up his horn and pulled the cheese of his hoof and deposited right back on top of my nachos. Needless to say, it would be a while before I could eat nachos without thinking of Snips' hoof.
"You bet," replied Snips as he scooted over towards Bloom. I wanted to gag as they blushed at each other, which only got worse after Bloom wrapped her hoof around his and giggled.
"AWWWW ! Isn't that sweet," said Sweetie.
"Yeah, sure," was all I offered in response.
"So when are you going to ask Snails," asked Sweetie lowly.
"Never," I whispered.
"What are we talking about and why are we whispering," asked Button, who was still wringing his hat.
"Ugh, I'm not talking about it," I said as I pushed away from the table. After balancing my tray and the one Featherweight's on my back I walked over and put them away. Time, I needed time. Leaving the lunch room I visited the little filly's room and then looked up to the clock. I still had ten minutes and I can get a good bit of flying in ten minutes.
The air felt terrific, just what I needed to deal. It was mid may now and summer was just a few short weeks away and I was really looking forward to it. Dash had already scored the two of us some tickets to a Wonderbolts show the first weekend of June, which was flipping awesome. The only thing that kind of had me worried was that Dash asked if it would be okay if she brought someone else along. I asked her was this a friend or a friend? And she flew the coup on me. Bah what's it matter, Dash is awesome and she wouldn't bring a lame pony around anyways.
I flapped my wings harder and started to gain altitude. I flapped and flapped and flapped until I could feel my lungs burning from lack of oxygen. The deficit of air, i knew, was caused by a combination of muscle fatigue and the altitude. Pushing forward I felt it coming and I smiled. Stalling in mid air I turned and fell. The wind whistling in my ears, shattering all thought and all reason; nothing but the animal in me, nothing but adrenalin, nothing but what I could trust, my wings and the wind.
Landing softly in the warm grass I heard someone clapping. Turning and trying to hide my blush I spotted my fan. Leaning against one of the oaks that grew near the school was Snails. Shit!
"You liked that, huh!" I said before scratching the back of my head.
Not saying anything he walked towards me.
"I said you liked that, huh!"
Stopping a hoof shy of me he cocked his head and just looked at me. My eyes locked his and then he spoke his voice soft and dancing in warmth,
Courage is the price that Life exacts for granting peace.
The soul that knows it not Knows no release from little things:
Knows not the livid loneliness of fear,
Nor mountain heights where bitter joy can hear
The sound of wings.
How can life grant us boon of living, compensate
For dull gray ugliness and pregnant hate
Unless we dare The soul's dominion?
Each time we make a choice, we pay
With courage to behold the restless day,
And count it fair.
It was supposed to mean something, I knew that much. But, it eluded me. Looking at him as he wore that dopy smile I remembered what I needed to ask.
"Sweetie said you had something you needed to talk to me about something," he said before looking away.
Groaning I walked away. Why is this so bucking hard?
"Yeah, I need to talk to you about something I just don't know how to say it," I said before crushing one of the dandelions that always seemed to invade the school yards well manicured grass.
"Okay, then take your time and tell me when your good and ready," he said before I heard his hooves hit the grass and start to fade away.
"Hey, wait!" I shouted as I trotted back towards him.
Turning he raised an eyebrow, "Hmm?"
"I know that was a poem and all and I was wondering who said it,"
He scratched his chin for a moment and then he walked away.
"Hey! Did you forget about me?" I asked as I trotted up beside him.
"No, I didn't forget about you. But, I did forget who wrote that poem so I was going to go back to class to look it up. I know it is in one of the books I've got in my desk and I figured I would get back to you on that," he said blushing, "I forget stuff sometimes. I never forget where I read or heard something though."
"Oh, well then don't worry about it then. I don't want to put you through any trouble," I said with as I waved it off with a hoof.
"No, it matters," he said flatly.
The bell rang and I guess that was a good thing. I wasn't making any head way on asking him anyways.
Stopping in front of the door he turned to me, "So, Miss Bloom and Snips are going out Saturday."
Trying to push past him, I didn't want to talk about that right now. I was more focused on not being tardy.
Just as I started to make head way I was lifted from my hooves in a green glow.
"Hey what gives!" I hissed as he carefully put me down.
He mumbled an apology, "I was going to hang out with Snips Saturday night before him and Bloom became special someponies. I then thought about Spike but, Sweetie told me that he was going out with her Saturday night as well. So, I don't have anypony to hang out with and I was wondering if you would like to hang out with me. Seeing as our best friends are off doing the whole dating thing."
My mouth ran dry.
"So, do you want to hang out or something?"
This fixes everything. I can make it look like I'm on a date and it not really be a date. This is bucking perfect. I gave him a shy smile and then leapt forward and gave him a hug. Wrapping a hoof around me he returned the favor. Looking over his shoulder I spotted Sweetie and Bloom both looking smug so I decided I had lingered enough. Backing up I held up a hoof, "We cool?"
Snails smiled and then bumped my hoof, "We're cool."