Cloudy With A Chance Of Meatballs 2 {Flint x OC}

Prologue

'My name is Flint Lockwood. My whole life I always wanted to be a great inventor, just like my hero. It was like Chester V was speaking directly to me using the language of science. Just like Chester V, my dream was to make the world a better place. Unfortunately, a lot of people didn't believe in me. But I never gave up. And eventually, I invented this: The FLDSMDFR. Because of my invention's food weather, I finally made the world a better place. Or so I thought. When the weather evolved into a disaster of epic portions, and the machine started creating dangerous living food. I had to face the truth: It was time to put an end to my FLDSMDFR. By destroying my greatest invention, I made two things even better: Friends and... Love.'

~TWILIGHT P.O.V

Flint and I broke the kiss and we just stared at each other, my hands were on his shoulders while his was still wrapped around my waist.

"Wow," the two of us muttered in awe.

I then realized something, "Wait," I said as I stepped back and my hands came off his shoulders and his hands fell to his side.

"What?" he asked confused, "Why on earth is your lab coat barely dirty from the food and has barely any food on it at all, and your hair is completely fine," I pointed out and he looked at it.

"Yeah. And on earth did it feel like we've been kissing for four years?" Flint asked as he scratches his head in confusion.

"Maybe the film directors forgot about it," I told him and he looked at me confused.

"What?"

"What?"

We looked at each other confused before we both started giggling, Mr. Lockwood then walked over to us, "You made me very proud, son," he said as he pulled Flint into a hug, which had Flint lifted up from the ground, and I giggled slightly from that.

"Unh! Thank you, Dad," Flint muttered before Mr. Lockwood dropped Flint and he landed on his feet, "Sorry," Mr. Lockwood apologized to him.

Flint made a cute noise and looked over at me like I was an angel, I smiled at him as he grabbed both of my hands in his and held them.

"Twilight Sparkle, in the eight minutes since we saved the world, I've had time to reflect. And I think you and I should have a place together," Flint told me and my eyes widened.

"A place?" I muttered, "A place where we work," Flint said as he looked away with a blush on his face before looking back at me, "You think we work together?" I asked him with a hopeful look.

"I do," Flint muttered to me with a nod, "Awesome! Yes!" I cheered with my hands in the air.

The TV that Flint invented years ago walked over to us and we stopped it, Flint put on a piece of paper and pulled out a blue crayon.

"We could build a lab," Flint said as he drew what the lab looked like before I took the crayon from him and started drawing too.

"With machines that could help society," I said as I continued drawing, "We can invent fantastic machines like the FLDSMSFR," Flint told as I stopped drawing and looked up at him to see him have a big grin on his face.

"Yeah!" I smiled before I looked up in horror, "But not that one," I told him and he nodded in agreement, "No," he muttered.

"Not ever," I told him and he nodded, "Never, ever, ever!" Flint said and I smiled again, he looked down in thought for a second for looking back up at me.

"What should we call our lab?" he asked me, I put down the crayon on the paper as I brought my hands closer to me, "Oh! How about... Sparklewood?" I suggested, doing a hand movement.