After the awkward encounter at Scootaloo's house, neither of the two wanted to mention the event. So they decided to try and forget about it. The two weren't really reminded of the event until they were invited to Blossom Forth and Thunderlane's house.
"....What?" Rumble asked, looking at his brother in disbelief.
"I would like to apologize for teasing you so much. There I said it. Look Rumble, I didn't intend to overdo it, I was just messing with you. But I guess I pushed a little too far." This was a first, Thunderlane almost never apologized for anything to his brother, this was a big event for him.
"A little?" Rumble asked, raising an expectant eyebrow, deciding to let that precious moment of theirs stretch.
"Okay, a lot." Thunderlane sighed, rolling his eyes.
"So what was it about making it up to me you were talking about?"
"Were you even listening?"
"If I were to be honest, no." Rumble stated. Thunderlane sighed and sat on the edge of Rumble's bed.
"I asked if you and your girl- friend could come over to my house."
"Why do you want to do that?"
"Because I'm trying to be nice, take it or leave it."
"I'll take it, Scootaloo and I don't have much else to do. So when?"
"How's tomorrow?"
"Okay, but what exactly is the whole point of you inviting us?"
"What makes you think there's a point?" Thunderlane asked. Rumble paused and glared at his brother, giving him a look that basically screamed; 'Really?'
"Okay, you caught me, we've got something to invite you for." Thunderlane said, holding his hooves up defensively.
"I'll tell Scootaloo about it." Rumble said, lying back down on his back before picking up his comic book again.
"Why?" A sniffling Scootaloo asked.
"I don't know, ask him."
"Sure, I guess. Do I have to do something specific?"
"Just make sure you're prank-proof, I had to learn that the hard way." Rumble shuddered.
"You're talking to somepony who's been taken under the wing of a master prankster, I think I can handle myself."
"Suit yourself."
"Exactly." Rumble rolled his eyes before spotting a slightly shivering Sweetie Belle walk up to the two.
"Hey Scootaloo." She said, looking to her friend.
"Hey Sweetie, what's up?"
"I just wanted to talk. It feels like we haven't done it in forever." Scootaloo whipped her head to Rumble, who simply waved her off as if saying, 'Go ahead, I won't stop you.'
"Okay then, sure." Scootaloo shrugged. She followed Sweetie Belle to the usual tables, where Apple Bloom awaited, but she was surprised to find that neither Pip nor Button were there.
"Is there some type of holiday or something?" She asked.
"No, we just want to talk." Apple Bloom said.
"I don't understand how you two are always sitting there, it's so cold." Sweetie Belle said.
"You'd have to get used to it." Scootaloo said.
"So what's the deal Scoots?" Apple Bloom asked.
"What are you talking about?"
"You know what," Sweetie Belle added.
"No, I don't know." Scootaloo replied.
"We mean that you're always hanging out with Rumble, ah' can't remember the last time the three of us even talked during the past two weeks." Apple Bloom explained.
"Is that what this is about?"
"You spend so much time with him, you hardly even talk to us." Sweetie Belle said.
"You guys still don't think he's my boyfriend or crush do you?" Scootaloo asked, folding her arms.
"No, but we just feel left out."
"Oh, so now you're the ones feeling left out." The two raised a brow.
"Huh?" They asked.
"You two have only been talking about or hanging out with your crushes all the time, for what, say the past year? And have been talking about this, or never having time for any of the stuff we used to do. Now I start hanging out with someone else and your feeling left out?" Scootaloo asked. The two fell silent.
"Did we really do all of that?" Sweetie Belle asked.
"Yes, and it really got annoying. Why do you think I sit with him nowadays rather than you guys?" She said, saying the sentence in a harsher tone than she meant for.
"Ah didn't think that we were that lovesick."
"Please, you two might as well have been engaged to them." Scootaloo said, causing the two to blush.
"You're right. We're terrible friends." Sweetie Belle whimpered, looking down to her hooves.
"You guys aren't the worst friends ever, but that got really annoying." Scootaloo said.
"How's about we make it up to ya? We can have a good old fashioned girl's night out, and do a bunch of stuff together." Apple Bloom suggested. The other two perked up, it had been forever since they went on one.
"When exactly?"
"Why, tonight of course!" Apple Bloom grinned. Scootaloo felt a pang of guilt.
"Yeah, about that," She stated.
"What?" Sweetie Belle asked, a serious expression paining her face.
"I can't do it tonight. I promised Rumble I'd do something with him."
"How about tomorrow?" Sweetie Belle suggested.
"Ah've got to help mah family in the fields tomorrow." Apple Bloom stated.
"The night after?" Scootaloo suggested with a hopeful tone.
"I've got to help Rarity with something." Sweetie Belle stated.
"Do we even have time for each other anymore?" Apple Bloom asked.
"I guess that we're going to have to make time. I'm sorry I've been excluding you girls for the past few months."
"And I speak for both of us when I say we're sorry too." Sweetie Belle replied. Apple Bloom nodded in agreement. Scootaloo looked back to 'the cold tables' and found Rumble waiting for her patiently.
"It's been great to speak with you girls again, but I should get back to Rumble." Scootaloo said. The two nodded in understanding. Scootaloo quickly stood up and walked back.
"Everything okay?" Rumble asked. Scootaloo smiled.
"Never better." She smiled.
Scootaloo flew next to Rumble with her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, causing her to fidget with it. "Well," Rumble stated once they arrived, we're here. You sure you want to do this Scoots?"
"Yeah, I'm sure." She stated. Rumble shrugged and rang the doorbell. There was a bunch on faded clutter inside for a minute or so before Thunderlane reached the door.
"Hey Rumble," He said, he looked to Scootaloo, "Hey Scootaloo." She smiled a small smile at him.
"Hey." The two said in reply.
"Come in," Thunderlane gestured inside and the two slid past him. They found Blossomforth sitting in the living room, looking pretty tired. She smiled at them and waved them in.
"Hey Rumble," she said excitedly, grabbing the teen and messing up his hair.
"Hey Blossom." Rumble replied.
"You must be Scootaloo," Blossomforth said, turning to her.
"Yep. That's me." Scootaloo smiled.
"Thunderlane's told me so much about you." She said.
"Is that a good thing or should I take it as a bad thing?" Scootaloo asked, trying to break the ice. Blossom laughed.
"In a good way, I promise." She said.
"Okay, enough with the awkward conversation you three, let's get to why they're here." Thunderlane said, coming in from the next room.
"Alright," Scootaloo said, sitting on the sofa.
"So why are we here Thunderlane? This isn't a prank is it?"
"Chillax Rumble, It's not a prank." Thunderlane assured him.
"Then what is it?" Scootaloo asked. Blossomforth and Thunderlane exchanged a look before Thunderlane turned back to them.
"Well, we're engaged is all." He grinned. It took the two a moment to react, but they suddenly flooded the couple with 'Congrats,' and praise.
"Wait a minute," Scootaloo asked. "why did you want me to be here?" Scootaloo asked.
"Well, we were kind of hoping you'd be one of the bride's mares." Blossomforth said, looking at her with kind eyes.
"Really?"
"Well, we've known you for a while, and we'd like you to be apart of our wedding. Hope you don't mind." Thunderlane said.
"Of course I don't mind, it's just that I thought that I'd be the last pony you guys would come to." She said.
"Well you thought wrong. Hope you don't mind wearing a dress, or walking down the aisle with Rumble." Blossom said. Causing the two to blush a small bit.
"I don't," Scootaloo quickly added.
"Good. Now we need to get arrangements and everything done."
"When's the wedding?" Rumble asked.
"Sometime in June, we didn't make an official date yet." Thunderlane shrugged.
"Well, once again, Congrats you two, I hope everything goes as planned."
"Don't worry, we put two of the world's best party/wedding planners on the case." Blossom said.
"Let me guess, Pinkie and Cheese?" Scootaloo asked.
"Yep."
"Figures." She replied.
Blossomforth and Thunderlane continued talking about their wedding plans, and what they'd be wearing, along with their photo shoot. Eventually the sun started to set and Scootaloo and Rumble had to get home.
"See you later Thunderlane." Rumble stated, standing up before quickly being followed by Scootaloo.
"Later little bro." Thunderlane said, ruffling his brother's mane.
"I'll see you two love birds around." Scootaloo said, stepping out of the house.
"Thanks for visiting." Blossomforth said.
After a few minutes of walking, Rumble broke the silence.
"I knew they'd do it eventually."
"You were right. Those two seem to be made for each other." Scootaloo replied.
"What happened back there Scootaloo?"
"What do you mean?"
"You seemed to freeze up a bit. And I don't recall you making any clever remarks."
"I guess that I didn't know what to say. It may not be the first time I met your family, but it's the first time I've been asked to be a bride's mare."
"It is?"
"Yeah, I mainly attended other weddings in the past few years. Speaking of which, how do you feel now that Blossomforth's going to be your sister in law?"
"I don't feel any different to be honest. I mean, it's great that she's going to be my new sister, wonderful even, but I don't really feel anything else." Rumble explained.
"And you don't mind walking, me down the aisle?" Scootaloo asked, a tinge of blush shading her cheeks.
"That's a bit of a sudden question."
"Then give me a sudden answer." Scootaloo replied.
"Well, no, I don't mind walking with you down the aisle. Why'd you ask?"
"Just curious." She said.
Scootaloo lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling as she reflected on the day. 'Down the aisle with Rumble. What's so important about that? We're just friends.' She thought.
'Why'd I ask in the first place? Why did I freeze up at Thunderlane's?' She couldn't shake the feeling that she might've been nervous to be in the wedding. 'Why would I be nervous?' She thought.
Yet another sleepless night greeted her.