My Little Fan-Fiction: New in Ponyville (13+)

Chapter Twenty - Scootaloo

- Scootaloo POV -

Ok, shoot me. I was just about to go all crazy on this guy's ass....until he looked at me with those handsome, and might I add brilliantly sparkling eyes. All I could do was stare at him in a daze.

"Uh..." He retrieved his bag from the floor, flashing a Frantic Gallop record. I sprung back to life.

"OMG! Is that a Frantic Gallop record?" I asked excitedly. He nodded. "I LOVE Frantic Gallop! They totally rock!" He laughed lightly (and sarcastically) and nodded at me, then tried to walk away. I followed him, forgetting about going to see Pinkie Pie.

"So," I said enthusiastically. "Where are you going? And why havent I seen you in Ponyville before?"

He cleared his throat. When he spoke, his voice was deep and silky, like chocolate. "I'm new here. I'm staying with my aunt and uncle, Mr and Mrs Cake. And I'm trying to find somewhere to listen to my new record where that annoying pink pony, whatever her name is-"

"OH You mean Pinkie Pie?"

"Yeah, that one. I need to find somewhere she wont bug me."

I suddenly came up with an amazing idea. "Oh my gosh! How about you come back to our treehouse? We've got a record player, right Sweetie Belle?" I turned to see that she was trailing behind, her head hung low. "Belle?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah, sure." She resumed her  sulking. I shrugged and turned back to...well, I didnt even know his name.

"Hey, so what's your name?"

"BP."

"Cool! So do you wanna come back to our treehouse? It's pretty cool..."

"Yes!" He answered quickly. "I mean, uh, yeah, that sounds cool."

I giggled and cantered off towards the treehouse. "Great! This way!"

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When we reached the treehouse, I put the record onto the machine and let it play while I lounged back against one of the beanbags. BP did the same, but Sweetie Belle just sat in the corner with her head down. I couldnt help but notice that instead of nodding his head to the music, BP was looking at me. I knew this because every time I glanced his way, he made the effort to start nodding.

I blushed. If he was looking at me then did that mean that he liked me? Psh, like I care. He barged into me. And he's all exotic, he wouldnt like a hometown filly like me.

"Hello!" I heard a high pitched voice from outside. BP groaned and sunk further into the beanbag. A moment later, Pinkie Pie popped her head around the door and bounced in, grinning. "You're all invited to Braeburn's super duper awesome welcoming party!" She saw BP and I slouching in beanbags next to each other and took in a huge, and loud, gasping breath. She grinned and bounced over to us. "Are you two going to come to the party together? Are you? Are you? ARE YOU?" She squealed.

I blushed, and was about to tell her how wrong she was, when BP looked from me to her and smiled. 

"As a matter of fact," He said, leaning closer to me. "We are." 

I caught on, assuming that he was pranking Pinkie, and leant my head on him. "Yes." I squeaked, my voice wavering. I wondered if he could feel my heart racing. His was, and he felt warm and comfortable. 

Pinkie grinned even more widely and squealed. "Yay! You two are just the most adorable pair of ponies I've ever ever ever seen! Apart from Pumpkin Cake and Pound Cake but they're BABIES!" She continued babbling until a moping Sweetie Belle came up to her.

"Um, Pinkie Pie? Could you take me home? I..uh..I dont feel so good." 

Pinkie gasped again and scooped Belle up onto her back. "I'll take you home right away! Let's go!" Once they were gone, I turned to BP and laughed.

"We sure had her going, didnt we?" 

He looked at me, confused. "What do you mean?"

"I thought we were pretending to play a prank on Pinkie..."

"Oh." He frowned, his voice seeping with disappointment. 

I took a deep breath. "I want to go to the party with you." He looked up at me. "I really really want to go to the party with you."

He grinned, then shook his head. "That's great!" He coughed, clearing his throat. "I mean, that's cool, I guess." I giggled and barged his shoulder, leaning back against the bean bag and feeling the music run through me.