“That wouldn’t work” - He murmured, more to himself than to the member of the opposite sex, and gender listening to him. The little colt wandered around, prancing, moving his head from side plans forming and being spoken, just to be as quickly as they are, dismissed in his head, and in the head of the filly listening to him.
“You tching?” - Through a heavy pair of glasses the boredom and sarcasm apparent, which is emphatised by the way it just drips in her voice...not that the colt notices the sarcasm, too worried in his own world of concerns to such distractions be important.
“Yeah...I think!” - His voice suddenly increases in both tone and volume, he lifts his two front legs, nearly falling face first into the wood flooring of his house. Not the smartest idea he had ever had. So much so that his female friend snuck an unladylike snort through her muzzle. Quickly putting his two hooves back on the ground he continues. - “I need a plan! What do you think I should do, Twist? You’re smart, right? You’ve got to help me!”
Rumble - the colt - turned his voice into a whiny, desperate pleading tone, as he pleaded with his best friend for help. It was not that he was one small child. - Though he was not yet into an adult phase of development. - Nor was it that he was immature. - Though his older brother, Thunderlane, would jokingly, disagree.- It was more than Twist, the female, ergo the filly, a gentle soul, was unable to resist helping anyone in need, and, being her best friend, he was well aware of that.
Twist however, was not above showing heavy signs of disdain for this cheap, praying to her heart, tactic. She rolls her eyes, almost managing to achieve the impossible, a full 180 degree roll, before resetting them to their position. Though Rumble isn’t really looking at her eyes, and not really a whole lot is seen due to the heavy graduation from her glasses.
Finally however, butter hearted as she was, she couldn’t stand to see her friend in need anymore and agreed to help. Somehow pinching her muzzle with hooves, a tough feat when you have no feats she told him the truth.
“I still think tchath you tchould just be honecth and ask him out”
Rumble looked at him expectantly as if she was going to say anything more. They stared at one another for a minute, then two. Three minutes and a half passed before Rumble realised that Twist, who was smiling as if her advice was golden, had nothing more to say. Immediately he started wandering around, pondering, wondering.
“That wouldn’t work, Twist! You see, I’m the cool colt, I can’t be the sensitive one who goes all the way and asks the foreign kid, talking about feelings, I should be talking instead about sports and everything.”
Twist felt the urge to facehoof, what the heck was he talking about? She just had to ask him, because he wasn’t making any sense. He looked at his figure, through her prescription glasses, as looking from the top of them showed only a blurry mess. Yup there he was, grey and darker gray, with his wings, short and stubby...yet not as short as his crush ..couldn’t he see that…?”
“Whatch are you talcking aboutch?” - She wondered? Slightly lankier than Rumble she pressed a hoof to his shoulder as he moved from one corner of the room to the next making him stop. They stared at one another and he shielded his gaze away, as if he was afraid to admit something.
“It’s...it’s high school dynamics…”
She only furrowed her muzzle in confusion, almost as if she didn’t understand it, well not almost it, she really didn’t understand it.
“I’ve been watching some of those movies Thunderlane keeps in his room to show his dates when they go to our house.,..when he sends me to my room you know?”
Twist had two thoughts at that...the first was that it was lucky that Rumble hadn’t picked up on the other kind of movies that she, being a book smart filly who read a lot of adult novels, knew most stallions kept, the other was that those high school dynamics as he put it, were probably just clichês”
He explained the second thought, carefully maneuvering around the first, lest she have to explain something that Rumble really ought to already have know by that point.
“So what you’re saying is...I can ask Pipsqueak all I want and nobody will care that I’m breaking the social status quo?”
Twist rolled her eyes once again, it was probably the 21st time since she was with Rumble. That colt did really bring out the dumbest in the world in her. Yet she couldn’t exactly feel like he was unlikable, he was so likable...and he wished to see him succeed.
It was so with great vigor that she murmured approvingly to his inquisition. Saying that yes, there wasn’t anybody who would care about it.
Rumble used one of his hooves to groom his perfectly combed mane, something which for some reason annoyed her greatly. Did he really have to do that? It was like he cared for his image as the cool kid and gosh, how much of a dummy did he look?
“If so I can just ask him out! But I still need a speech, what can I say? I’ve never been good with words! Oh…!”
To Twist, seeing Rumble, who usually acted so non interested in the world around him, panicking was a funny sight, but it was also a sight which set her heart under a load of stress. She had, had, had to help him. She knew it was only just an act...and he was caring to her and his other closest friends, but even if it weren’t, she couldn’t stand to see anyone suffer like that.
“A Hey pip...could be niche...then just chow much you tchink of him, or chow nice they are and then encding up with “Wacnt to go out wicth me” to end it, and it’s done, remember worse they can say is no, right?”
Rumble stopped panicking, looking at Twist. Indeed, her advice made sense. She smiled brightly at him, and he couldn’t help but feel like an ungrateful dummy, for feeling that way, but…
“Yeah...worse Pip can say is no...no...heh”,..he smiled. More for Twist’s sake than for his own he advanced.. Twist followed by his side, making sure that he didn’t turn tail and run, Though they had left his house and were advancing through the colorful streets of Ponyville all he focused was the browns of the dirt. He purposefully avoided looking forwards, and only Twist’s guidance made it so he didn’t crash into other ponies
“Tchere che is!”
Rumble felt he wasn’t ready, but then he felt like he would never be ready even if he waited a million years...and in a million years he would very likely be dead. He might as well get it over with. As usual, when he was nervous, he ruffled his mane to messy perfection. He was aware that it was already as good as it was gonna be put he wanted to look his best, and it helped delay the inevitable.
“Hey Rumble!” - Pipsqueak spoke to him. His Trottingham accent perked up Rumble’s ears, as he approached, and even though Rumble was still as nervous as they came, the familiar voice of the pony he fancied soothed him enough for him to smile.
“Hey Pip.” - He pushed one hoof to his mane, before stopping himself, deciding to handle himself with class and act, instead.
“What is up, mate?” - Pipsqueak smiled and Rumble had to do his best not to let his wings spring forth into what was colloquially known as a wing boner. Now that would be embarrassing. It was just that Pipsqueak’s smile was so irresistible to the adequate sized colt (well, he was little, but not as small as little pipsqueak) that controlling the reaction was proving to be hard. Hard but not impossible, just proving to put a strain on him.
“You alright, mate, you seem strained…” -Pipsqueak got a devilish smile in his face as he brought one of his hooves to Rumble’s wings and pressed gently against the Feathers...it was a pointless battling, as soon as the littlest colt touched them, they sprang full force. Almost hitting him in the face.
“Is that an adverse weather condition that caused herm...that…? Or are you just happy to see me?” - Pipsqueak smiled a good natured smile and did his best to avoid the steam that was leaving the other colt’s head, he was steaming, red, and was breathing hard. He was embarrassed.
“Mate...what’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” - Pipsqueak had this huge smile in his face, like he was having fun...some would say even too much fun. He gently pressed his muzzle to Rumble’s own, before whispering, his face inches from Rumble’s.
“Next time just ask...I’m not some tool, I’ve got this sodding thing figured out. I know what you feel.”
He then pushed in for the kiss, it was too much for Rumble to take though, all his blood seeping into his wings, or maybe the emotions rushing through his head, the poor, frail thing, passed out in front of Pipsqueak, who barely had time to dodge his heavy body.
“Well…” - Concluded Pipsqueak…not in the least worried about the passed out figure below him. -”We’re going to have to work on that...otherwise…”