Orange Crush gets a Crush

by Alexandercanceled

Chapter Two

Party Time!

After eating, Mac, Applejack and I left early for Pinkie’s party. I felt bad for Applebloom, having to miss out on the fun while the grown-ups go party, but it couldn’t be helped. I also couldn’t help but notice how Ponyville went from small town nowhere to gorgeous moonlit paradise when the sun went down. Of course, paradise might have been overselling it a bit, but it did add a sort of spice to the night that had failed to appear to me during the day. The shops on various street corners, the library, and town hall weren’t the same as I had remembered. At that particular moment, I truly understood that Ponyville was an architectural gem, one of a kind.

“Wow, Ponyville, you sure do clean up nice,” I said, trying to ease the tension built up in me after that awkward dinner.

“It’s not half bad, huh?” Applejack said, pulling me into a response.

“Yeah, it’s pretty great,” I said to the strikingly attractive blonde. I’m surprised that I didn’t notice how much of a looker she was. It seemed that every girl I had met in that town was superbly attractive. “I, uh, don’t get much of this where I come from,” I managed to finish the sentence, peeling my eyes away from her slender, yet surprisingly built figure.

“Really? Around here it’s nothing fancy during the daytime,” she sighed, “But by the time night rolls around, that’s when things start to get real interesting,” she ended with a smirk, punching me playfully in the shoulder. I laughed it off, even though she punched me a lot harder than she thought she did.

We ended up making good time, arriving a solid thirty minutes before we should have. I wasn’t very surprised though, considering how small of town Ponyville really was.

Big Mac tapped lightly on the door to alert the fast paced party girl of our arrival. While waiting for Pinkie to answer the door, I couldn’t help but notice that this was Sugarcube Corner. When I was younger, I came to this place all the time. Weird how things work out, I thought. The place was still as bright and colorful as I remembered.
My train of thought ran out of track once I locked eyes with the girl who was all smiles at all times.

“Hey, Orangie, you made it!” She said, a little too loudly.

“Oh, hey how’s it goin’?” I said, while simultaneously trying to hide the obvious blush working its way up my face. I could only hope the night would hide my humiliation.

After a painful reintroduction, she allowed us access into the party. That’s a whole lotta pink, I pointed out to myself. There were streamers, cakes, pies and copious amounts of alcohol scattered along the counters. The place was covered from ceiling to floor almost exclusively in pink party themed items, while the walls of the store were a pale pink in comparison to her choice of clothing, which mostly consisted of hot pink accessories, save for her black shorts and white knee-high socks.
After being absorbed in globs of pink, I was forced to mingle amongst Pinkie’s various friends, which led me to realize that she had quite a reputation amongst the majority of her friends. Supposedly, she was some super party planner, and basically threw parties every other day of the week. I would say that I was shocked, or maybe even surprised, but from the moment I first met her, I assumed that she would be as outgoing as her friends said she was.

“Her sister works with… rocks?” I asked, gaining interest in what Pinkie’s pal, Rainbow Dash, had to say.

“I know, right? It’s super weird and even though I love pinkie to death, it was really hard to get along with Maud,” she finished before taking another sip of her alcoholic beverage.

“Sounds like you guys had a rocky relationship,” I teased, getting to know the prism-haired girl. Her hair was short (a bit shorter than mine), but it complemented her nicely, along with her piercing magenta-colored eyes. She wore a light blue, sleeveless hoodie over a plain black tee, along with a pair of tattered navy blue jeans.

After giving me what looked dangerously close to a grimace, she sat her drink down on the countertop and took a small step closer to me.

“Wow, that was super lame.” She pointed her finger into my chest, while her other hand lay on her hip. “How long did you stay up thinking of that one?” she teased back, smirking slightly.

“Well, longer than I should’ve,” I said as we began to hit it off.

Later on that night, after getting to know a small portion of Pinkie’s friend group, I thought it would be a wise investment to find somewhere to crash. After all, people were beginning to leave, and I still didn’t have a place to stay. I thought about asking someone if I could stay the night, but the only people I could think to ask were people that I had known for less than a few hours. Maybe asking Big Mac if I could stay with him and his family would be a good idea, I said to myself, but I knew that that would be imposing on their already generous offer.

I sat on the couch, lingering from the dying population. A frustrated scowl slowly found itself planted on my face as I tried to solve my current conundrum. I must have been in that spot longer that I had thought, because after what seemed to be only a couple minutes of pondering, everyone had already left the party. Other than the host, of course.

“How come you’re still here?” Pinkie asked, sitting down next to me looking a bit confused. I relaxed myself a bit when she sat down, not noticing how much I had tensed up from thinking too hard. “You seem stressed,” she added, laying a hand on my shoulder.

“Oh, no, I was just thinking,” I laughed. “I tend to look mad when I think too much.”

“Oh, ok,” she said removing her hand, looking pleased with my answer. Placing her hands in her lap, as they intertwined with each other, she gave me another look of confusion. Wow, she looks cute when she’s thinking, I smiled to myself, until noticing how strange that sounded when replaying the thought in my head a couple times.

“Don’t you need to go home, or something?” she asked. At first I thought she was trying to push me out of her home, putting a surprisingly sour taste in my mouth, until I noticed the clear look of concern on her face and realized that she genuinely wanted to know.

“Actually, I’m kinda homeless at the moment,” I chuckled, rubbing the back of my head, sheepishly.

“Well, if you want, there’s a guest bedroom upstairs with your name on it!” She beamed at me with a big goofy grin, being as forward as possible. “And I promise I won’t go axe murderer on you in your sleep!” She added, as if trying to make me feel better about staying with someone I had just met. It didn’t.

Author's Note:

You can thank the editor, Malefactory, for cleaning up this mess!

Comments

[Amethyst Blade]

hahahahaha

[CommisarSilver]

Oh pinkie, I'm guessing she prepared the guest room due to pinkie sense.