"Negh!" Ambrosia Apple bucks her feet back, her hair flipping up, over her face. She blows the hair out of her face. "Why cant ya just drop?" Ambrosia Apple looks up to the apples mixed in the leaves above her. She kicks the tree once more, then sighs. "All ah want is for just one apple to fall." She says as she sits infront of the tree.
"Ow!" Ambrosia Apple cries out in pain, she rubs her head and looks to the side of her to see an apple. "oh my gosh, ah did it!" Ambrosia Apple jumps up and down, making parts in the grass under her.
"Don't get too exited, Sugar Plum" A female voice ring from up in the tree.
"Auntie Apple Bloom! Dont make me get all exited for nothin'!" Ambrosia Apple shakes her hoof at her aunt "Ah thought ah finally bucked an apple down..." Ambrosia Apple sighs and plops down on the grass.
"Oh please." Apple Bloom says, dropping down to a lower branch. "Look between the leaves, here." She says parting some leaves.
"What in the..." Ambrosia Apple back up.
"See these here nets? I set them up." Apple Bloom drops to another lower branch. "You got one strong kick, just like your mother."
"Wow! ah need to show mom!" Ambrosia Apple's smile speads wide over her face, giddy with excitement. She begins to run to the barn.
"Too bad she dosen't know these nets have been set up for 2 days." Apple Bloom chuckles. "2 days worth of bucking."
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"Mom the formal is coming soon, can ah please just ask someone?" Ambrosia Apple begs.
"No. Ah think yall are too young to be datin'" Apple Jack sticks her nose in the air. "Is your uncle home?" Apple Jack asks her daughter.
"No. He's still out in Appaloosa helpin' Braeburn, remember?" Ambrosia Apple continues to stir the pot of soup infront of her.
"Add in the carrots" Apple Jack tosses over a small bag of chopped carrots.
"Ok." Ambrosia Apple tosses in the carrots. "Hm. How is Braeburn?" Ambrosia asks, stiring the soup.
Apple Jack sighs. "Doing alright. He still hasn't completely recovered from the birth." She rubs her forehead. "Ah wish I could help him. Ah wish ah could ask him how to help"
"Speaking of asking..." Ambrosia Apple starts, sprinkling a little salt into the pot.
"No. No means no, Ambrosia." Apple Jack folds slices of apples into a pie tin.
"Mom ple-" Ambrosia turns to face her mother, the pot still on the stove.
"One more time and you're grounded." Apple Jack glares at her daughter, continuing to fold slices of apples into the pie tin.
"ughhhh" Ambrosia Apple rolls her eyes, turning back to the stove. "The soup is done." Ambrosia Apple puts a cover over the handle of the pot. She slides her mouth over it. biting down on it. She tilts it into a bowl. "Can ah go talk to Auntie Apple Bloom?"
"Are all your chores done?" Apple Jack asks.
"Yes." Ambrosia Apple replies annoyed.
"Alright. go have fun" Apple Jack drops dough onto the counter. As Ambrosia Apple walks out the door she yells "Be safe!" She sighs. "I dont trust your Aunt." She mumbles.
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"Auntie Apple Blooooooooooooom!" Ambrosia Apple yells out in the field as she gallops between the trees. She comes to a halt. "Auntie Apple Bloom." She looks up into the tree infront of her, yellow and magenta is visible through the leaves. Steady breathing is audible. "are you asleep?" She asks
The leaves russle as Apple Bloom turns. "AUNTIE APPLE BLOOM WAKE UP THERES A FIIIIIIIIIIREEEEEEEE!" Ambrosia Apple shrieks. No movement. Ambrosia Apple groans and tries to climb the tree. half way up the tree she falls on her back. "hm." Ambrosia Apple ponders. "aha." she coughs, preparing her voice. "MOMMA'S PIE IS BURNING!" Apple Bloom springs up.
"What!? No!" Apple Bloom jumps down infront of Ambrosia Apple. A smirk glides over Ambrosia Apple's face. Apple Bloom groans. "The pie isin't burnt, is it."
"Not even in the oven." Ambrosia Apple kicks at the grass. "How is Honorary Aunt Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom, Sweetie Belle and Scootaloo were and are best friends so to their kids (Or kids on the way) they are their honorary aunts as they consider each other sisters.
"Shes almost past her 2nd trimester. Nearly there." Apple Bloom sits on the roots of a tree.
"Thats good..." Ambrosia Apple starts. "So... when did you start datin'?" She asks.
"Your're 13, right?" Apple Bloom reaches for an apple on the ground.
"Yeah." Ambrosia Apple nods.
"'Bout your age. Why?" Apple Bloom takes a bite of the apple.
"Because Mom wont let me ask anyone to the formal on Monday." Ambrosia Apple sits on the ground.
"Aha. Ah see." Apple Bloom tosses the apple on the ground. "Ah dated without your mom knowing untill ah was 15."
"Oh." Ambrosia Apple sighs.
"Who were you thinkin' of anyway?" Apple Bloom asks.
"uhhhmmmm..." Ambrosia Apple mumbles. "Pinata..."
"Who? Ah didin't hear." Apple Bloom looks up.
"Pinata..." Ambrosia Apple says alittle louder.
"Again?"
"Pinata."
"I ship it." Apple Bloom states.
"What?" Ambrosia Apple asks.
"Nevermind." Apple Bloom says quickly. "Just go for it."
"huh?" Ambrosia Apple cocks her head.
"Ask her out. Simple." Apple Bloom shuts her eyes.
"But mom said-" Ambrosia Apple is interrupted.
"Just do it." Apple Bloom gets up, climing back up into the tree.
"I-" Ambrosia Apple starts. "I give up." She says, walking away.