Angel leads me to AppleJack's house. "Why are we here Angel?" I ask, still following my little bunny friend.
No one understands him but me. "Big Mac wants to talk." That name makes me blush. I like Big Mac. But I don't know if he likes me back.
We never talk, either. But its understandable since I'm shy and he's a stallion of few words. I known I liked him from the day he let me sing.
We head to the apple fields, and greeted us was none other than Big Mac.
"Hi Fluttershy." I look down at my hooves and I realize how muddy and bruised they are. I was helping AJ with the farm for a week because Bug Mac was still mourning about their parents' death.
AJ is still sad, but as she says, "nothing helps me after a tragic event better than helpin' in the fields!"
"Fluttershy, Fluttershy?" I snap out of my thoughts. Big Mac was staring in my face with a sad tone.
"Oh, uh, sorry about that." I whisper loud enough for him to here. A little smile crept on his face and I think he's blushing.
"So, can we talk?" I nod my head and he sighs. He strta shaking a little and speaks.
"I-I like you." I smile, blush, but then I see black.
