Sweetie Belle was bored. It wasn’t that she didn’t like when school was out, but she really had nothing to do. Her parents, and Rarity, had offered a number of distractions, but none of them really sounded that exciting. Sweetie wanted something really fun and nice to do over the break, and there really wasn’t a whole lot for a young filly to do in Ponyville. She had wanted to start learning magic, but her mother kept telling her that she was too young to learn just yet.
So she sat, sighing at her window and looking out at the streets below her window. She had a nice view of the main street of Ponyville, and the accompanying market. But right now, all that was going on was that the vendors were gradually closing up their stands, and clearing up the streets. With another sigh, Sweetie decided that she may as well go and have a bath and maybe read for a while.
But just as she was walking out of her room, there was a crash from downstairs. Sweetie immediately abandonded her plans for a bath and dashed downstairs. If Rarity thought that Sweetie had destroyed a window in her house, she’s never see the sun again.
Lying on the floor of Rarity’s main showroom was a young pegasus, probably not too older than Sweetie herself. And she was a blank flank as well, so that was a double bonus.
“Are you okay?” asked Sweetie, leaning down to the filly.
“Urgh,” groaned the pegasus, “am I bleeding?”
Sweetie looked over the orange-coated pegasus. She couldn’t see any major injuries.
“Nope, you look okay to me.”
“Then I’ll be fine,” she said, crawling back onto her hooves, and looking around the room. The pegasus eventually found what she was looking for; a bent and mangled scooter, lying on the floor not too far from where she had been.
“Aw man,” groaned the pegasus, “not another one. Mom said she wasn’t going to buy me a new scooter if I broke this one.”
“You also broke a window,” pointed out Sweetie Belle.
“That’s not helping, whatever your name is,” grumbled the pegasus, “what is your name, anyway?”
“I’m Sweetie Belle,” said Sweetie.
“Scootaloo,” said the pegasus, “so, you live here?”
Sweetie Belle nodded.
“Great. You mind if I stick around? I’ve gotta apologize for breaking the window, anyway.”
“Sure,” said Sweetie, “Rarity, that’s my sister, will be back in a couple of hours. She owns this place. But hey, while you wait, you wanna go up to my room? I think I’ve got a couple of board games or something we can play, and I am so bored.”
Scootaloo stared at Sweetie for a while, as if trying to decide something.
“Yeah, sure,” said Scootaloo, once she caught sight of Sweetie’s own unmarked rump. “Why not?”
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“So wait,” said Apple Bloom, “you two became friends because Scootaloo broke Rarity’s window? Just like that?”
“Well, there was a couple more weeks where we were just sort of occasional playmates, or something, and then Sweetie Belle decided that she wanted to run away because of something about Rarity. I talked her out of it. She ended up staying with me for a while,” said Scootaloo, “but basically, yeah. I broke a window, and we met.”
“I’m still a little surprised that Rarity accepted you so quick. Whenever I mess up big, she never lets me forget about it,” said Sweetie, “She still doesn’t let me in the kitchen.”
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shared a look.
“That’s ‘cause you’re a fire hazard, Sweetie,” said Apple Bloom.
“Yeah,” added Scootaloo, “you are really not going to get a cooking cutie mark.”
Sweetie Belle pouted, and the three went back to planning their next crusade ideas.