Chapter 7
"Uh, well, I'll see y'all at school, then." exclaimed Apple Bloom, walking out of the Carousel Boutique. She headed towards Sweet Apple Acres, skipping while she walked.
"Button, why do you have to be so heroic?" asked Scootaloo sarcastically. Button was about to answer her question, however Scootaloo held up a hoof, signalling that she was a satanic nazi it was a rhetorical question.
"So, uh, t-thanks for saving me." said Sweetie Belle timidly. "Y-you saved me twice."
"Seriously, it was nothing." smiled Button. "W-well, I got to go home. I think I need to take a shower."
"I'm more than positive you have to." chuckled Sweetie Belle. Button just smiled back.
"Well, I'll see you tomorrow at school then." replied Button, as he walked out of the door.
"Bye!" shouted Sweetie Belle, flustered.
"Sweetie Belle, look at your mane!" shouted Rarity. "Our parents never raised us to be like this!"
"N-no, they didn't." replied Sweetie Belle dreamily, still thinking about Button Mash.
"Oh, it looks like my little sister has a special somepony." mocked Rarity jokingly.
"W-what, no! W-we're are just friends!" said Sweetie Belle angrily.
"Oh, I know, darling." said Rarity sarcastically.
"Uhh! Whatever." grunted Sweetie Belle, as she stormed up the stairs and slammed the bathroom door. Rarity secretly chuckled.
Sweetie Belle turned on the tap, leaving the hot water running for a bit. While waiting for the bath to fill up, she turned around, looking for the pleasure giver she was searching for: the bubble wash. She squirted 100ml into the tub, turned off the water and plopped in. She let the foam stick to her coat, as all the mud and dirt would go away when she cleansed herself. As she washed herself, she let out a small "Ahh!". Not only did she love the feeling of hot water wrap around her, she was also thinking about Button Mash. She was thinking about his brown coat, his small, muscular body, his gaming addiction - the serotonin would just not increase. She had admitted it herself - sh-she loved him - and that was the adorable truth.
Button Mash started to run to his house, his hooves hitting the soft dust on the path that lay before him. He couldn't wait until he got to his mother! He would tell her all about the adventures he had just had! Especially how he saved Sweetie Belle! Speaking of Sweetie Belle, he couldn't wait until he saw her again!
"Button!" yelled Love Tap. "Where have you been?"
"I've just been on an amazing adventure!" he shot back. "By the way, I can't tell you all about it!"
"Well, I can't wait until I ground you from the XBuck for 2 weeks! I was so worried about you!" shouted Love Tap.
"B-but mom, you can't!" cried Button. Nothing could make him feel better... except Sweetie Belle.
Both foals lay in bed with terror, fear ... rejection. What if the other didn't feel the same way? What if one of them wasn't alive, and they didn't know about how the other felt? What if ... what if one of them fell in love with another. Button and Sweetie Belle closed their eyes and drifted away.
Button awoke, stretched his hooves and jumped out of bed, yawning. He checked the time: 7:00. Plenty of time to get ready for school... and maybe sneak in a level or two of Super Mario Foals. He had a quick rinse and hopped down the stairs.
"Good morning, honey. How was your sleep last night?" asked Love Tap, knowingly understanding about how he felt about Sweetie Belle. After all, she was listening to him talking about her in bed.
"It was OK, I guess." yawned Button, licking his lips. He was having french toast for breakfast - his favourite! With a few mouthfuls of toast in his mouth, he exclaimed a few shouts of adoration, for french toast was the best! Button put on his hat, brushed his teeth and walked out of the door.
Surprised, he met Sweetie Belle at his door. "Hey Button." she squeaked, smiling.
"Hey Sweetie Belle." replied Button, giving a satisfactory grin.
"First day of school!" she exclaimed. "I'll race you to the school, slow coach!"
"Oh no you don't!" said Button jokingly. Before he could mutter the words, Sweetie Belle was speeding off.