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"Just Kiss Already!" And Other Rumbaloo Tales - Candy-Sweets_12



A few misadventures between Rumble and Scoots before the married life.

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Chapter 3; Movie Cliches

Rumble sat nervously on the park bench. Staring down to what was left of the small mound of rocks and dirt from a few days before. He started twiddling his hooves as he waited for her.

'Will she even show?' He thought. 'The last time we met wasn't the best.' He thought. He sighed and looked to the sky, rain threating to show. But Rumble still waited, not wanting to leave in the case she'd ever show up. Though he highly doubted she would.

After another ten minutes he felt about ready to head home. 'I'm such an idiot, thinking she'd still want to be friends and hang out after lunch.' He reflexively smacked his hoof to his head.

"Idiot!" He said aloud.

"Are you talking to me? Or are you referring to yourself?" He heard. Rumble jumped and turned towards the voice, finding the owner of it, Scootaloo, standing there with a smirk on her face.

"What took you so long?" He asked, trying to steer the conversation away from him.

"Well, my friends came for a surprise visit and decided to stick to me like tree sap," She said with a roll of her eyes. "long story short, I eventually ended up having to tell them my plans to make them leave. So if you see a rustle of a bush or something, let me know." She said.

"Not a problem."

"So what're we doing today?" Scootaloo asked, sliding onto the bench next to him.

"Well, after I found out it was going to rain, I guess that instead of practicing we could go see that new movie."

"No way!" She said, her eyes lighting up. "You don't mean-"

"Blood Spilled 3; Uncut," Rumble finished smugly, holding out the tickets for proof.

"How the hay did you get these?" Scootaloo asked, snatching the tickets out of his hoof and staring at them.

"I have my connections." Rumble bragged.

"Let's go!" Scootaloo said, taking Rumble off guard as she grabbed his hoof, clutching the tickets tightly in her mouth to ensure they wouldn't get lost.

"But it doesn't start for another 20 minutes." Rumble said, quickly glimpsing at his watch as he did his best to catch up.

Scootaloo spat the tickets into her free hoof and held them just as tightly as before. "That gives us time to buy snacks. 'Sides, those who get there first get the best seats." She grinned, continuously pulling at Rumble's arm until he was one step behind her.


The lights dimmed as the boring previews finally ended. Just as other ponies began crowding the theatre. Scootaloo went dead silent from her quiet whispers and watched the screen with great intensity.

As bloodcurdling screams from the actors sounded, many of the ponies in the theatre screamed with them. Rumble, however, just rolled his eyes and crunched away at his popcorn. Scootaloo did her best not to laugh at the effects.

"There's no way blood can spray that far." Rumble whispered to her. She covered her mouth and giggled in agreement.

A few minutes later, Scootaloo couldn't help but groan. "This is so overused." She whispered.

"It's pretty cliché." Rumble agreed. A loud scream suddenly erupted from the back of the room, causing all eyes to go that direction.

"Great." Scootaloo sighed. Sweetie Belle looked down to the rest of the ponies and blushed, shrugging her shoulders while giving a nervous smile. Apple Bloom rolled her eyes from the distance and crossed her arms.

"You were right." Rumble said, looking down to her. Scootaloo did a face hoof as another scream erupted from the back of the room. This time everypony in the theatre shushed the pair, including Scootaloo and Rumble.

"Oh Sweet Celestia." Scootaloo sighed, sinking into her seat and covering her face with both hooves. It took one final scream before she had decided she had enough. Just as the killer came to the victim, she stood up, and walked to the back of the room.

Rumble watched from afar and followed quickly after. Meanwhile, Scootaloo was leading her two friends out the room, stomping as she gestured to the outside.

"What the hay are you two doing here!?" Scootaloo yelled, flying up into the air once she was outside of the theatre.

"We wanted to see how your date would turn out." Sweetie Belle admitted, still blushing from the screaming.

"Oh for the love of-I told you a thousand times that we're just hanging out."

"Ya wouldn't have known if Miss Scaredy Cat over here would've quit here screaming." Apple bloom said, pointing a hoof to Sweetie Belle.

"I couldn't help it!" She shot back.

"How the hay did you even manage to get in there? The tickets were sold out!"

"Button was supposed to see it with his brother, but he couldn't go, so I asked him to lend it to us." Sweetie Belle explained.

"Ah' still can't believe he gave you those when he knows you hate scary movies."

"What's so hard to believe? You think that I can't handle it?"

"That's exactly what ya said before you got everypony in the theatre to shush us. You could 'a woken the dead with those screams!"

"That doesn't matter!!" Scootaloo yelled out, causing whatever ponies who were ignoring the argument to stop and look their way. "I told you not to make such a big deal about this! Rumble and I are just friends! When have I ever spied on you and Pipsqueak, Apple Bloom? Or stalked you and Button Mash talking all lovey dovey to each other?! I don't have a crush, I'm not dating, and I don't like Rumble that way!!" Her friends looked down shamefully, going quiet. Scootaloo was still fuming, and Rumble set his hoof on her shoulder.

"Let's go, I think we're making a big enough scene as it is." He said, pointing to the exit. Scootaloo gave one deathly glare to her friends and stomped out, Rumble scowling right behind her.


"I'm so sorry Rumble. I can't believe they did that." Scootaloo said, still breathing heavily. "Now we missed the best part because I was making such a big deal about it."

"Don't worry about it, I'd be pretty peeved too." Rumble admitted.

"They are so going to regret that." Scootaloo said.

"Well..." Rumble looked away.

"Yeah?" She asked, a bit of an edge still hiding in her voice.

"Is it all true?"

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I'm talking about, what you said back at the theater..."

"Don't tell me you're hurt by that." She said.

"Not really, I just didn't expect you to say it all at once." Rumble admitted.

"I'm sorry dude, I like you as a friend, maybe even a best friend, but I can't see us...liking each other like that."

"That's okay." Rumble said.

"I don't think it is."

"Don't worry about it." Rumble said, staring at his hooves for the umpteenth time that day.

"No, I think I should let you know something." She said. She looked down too, only she was staring at the dirt on the ground as she continued talking, not really wanting to make contact with his eyes. She was afraid of what he'd say next.

"I've been thinking about you a lot."

"You have?"

"Don't get any ideas lover boy, I don't mean as a boyfriend, I mean I've been just thinking. Ever since you first came over to my house the other day, and I told you about how I feel with all of my friends hanging out with guys and all, I couldn't help but think about you. And when you didn't respond when I asked how you felt, I couldn't help but try not to think about you all the time. You just couldn't stay out of my head for the past few days."

"So you have feelings for me?" Rumble asked.

"I'm not saying that, but I still think about you a lot." She punched his arms, but Rumble noticed how she avoided his gaze. "Let me guess, you think about me all the time too?"

"Not before you came running up to me. I still liked you a lot before then, but I didn't think about you all of the time up until for days ago. Why did you do that anyway?"

"Didn't I tell you that Rainbow Dash made me?"

"Not that I remember."

Scootaloo sighed, not wanting to bring up that awkward conversation. "Fine. To be honest, Rainbow Dash was talking to me about whether I had any crushes or not, I said no. She then started going on about how I should do something about whatever else, I didn't really care for it. It was just awkward. I spotted you and decided to end the conversation then and there."

"So she didn't actually make you?"

"Okay, I admit I just ran off on her. But it was really awkward when she started talking about all of that. Look, the point is, I just don't like you that way. Maybe it'll change someday, maybe it won't. Who knows? I could end up falling in love with you in the tackiest, movie cliché way possible."

"Maybe." Rumble said.

"I don't get what you see in me." Scootaloo slipped out before clapping a hoof over her mouth.

"Well, I like the way you're always so determined to do something, and how you're always so laid back. You don't let anyone bring you down. I admire that in a lot of ponies."

"What's so special about me?"

"You weren't like all of the other foals I played with, you're as rough as concrete when you need to be, but I can tell you can be a big ole' softie when it comes down to it."

"You know, I'm actually enjoying this." She smiled.

"You are? But we didn't even get to see that movie."

"It'll always just be a bunch of moving pictures, I can watch it another time. Though I really do appreciate you getting those tickets."

"It wasn't a problem."

"Besides, I'm glad I got that off my chest. It was starting to become a real pain in the neck ya know."

"Oh well. What should we do now?"

"I should go home, it's getting late, and my dad's expecting me to be home by 7, so..."

"You want to hang out tomorrow?"

Scootaloo smiled. "I'd love that."

Author's Note:

A chapter that is cliché just for the point of being cliché. It's always a blast to write cheesy things. But don't worry, I'll get to the regular stuff soon. Speaking of which, if you've got an idea for this story, be sure to let me know in the comments below.

Peace, Love, Tolerate,

-Candy