Sorry for not uploading this sooner. I uploaded both chapters one and two to FiMFiction. Maybe I'll put the link on my profile or something. Anyway, after receiving much constructive criticism on my FiMFiction account, I've managed to edit chapter two as much as I could.

Only one chapter left after this!

I do not own My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. All rights belong to Hasbro and Lauren Faust.

As the rising sun peaked in through the windows, Sweetie Belle slowly opened her eyes and yawned. Usually when she woke this early, she would roll over and go back to sleep, but not today. She climbed out of bed, stretching her back legs as she trotted over to her mirror.

After failing to pick up her hairbrush with magic, she began to manually stroke her mane with the brush in her hoof, all the while thinking, maybe someday.

Her presence in the kitchen so early came as a shock to Rarity. "Well good morning, sunshine! Up early, I see..." Sweetie Belle simply shrugged, struggling to wipe the sleep from her eyes. "Perhaps I'll make us a nice breakfast since we're eating together? I know you must have had another rough night."

She's trying to cheer me up again, Sweetie thought. She appreciated the gesture, but this happened too often for her to get over with pancakes. "I'll just grab some oats and head out," the marshmallow filly stated. "Scootaloo wants to meet us early today so we can work on some new plan of hers."

"How interesting, I'm sure you fillies will have a good time," Rarity suggested, though she expected disaster to strike in the near future.

"I hope so," Sweetie replied. She recalled the events of last night in her head. Suddenly, she remembered something else... "Uhhh, hey Rarity? I wanted to ask you about something that happened last night, but I'm not sure how to-" She realized mid sentence that she would be late if she didn't wrap things up. "Oh no, I'm gonna be late! I'll see you later Rarity!" And with that, she zoomed out of the house.

"Hmm, I do wonder what she was going to ask me," Rarity thought out loud with a chuckle. Her laughter turned into a groan when she noticed that her little sister hadn't cleaned up after herself.

Upon entering the clubhouse, the young unicorn noticed that her two friends had already made it. "Finally," Scootaloo said, impatiently. "Now I can tell you guys my plan. But first, you guys gotta promise not to tell anyone, not even Applejack or Rarity."

"Yer makin' it sound like it's somethin' bad..." Apple Bloom protested.

"Alright, I guess you could tell them if you wanted. The point is, this is big." Scootaloo didn't even attempt to suppress the excitement from her face.

"Well? Tell us what it is!" squeaked Sweetie Belle.

"Brace yourselves Crusaders. We've tried zip-lining, we've tried sailing, and we've even tried performing. I think it's pretty clear what's missing here..." The orange filly rubbed her hooves together as her two friends looked on in confusion. "Oh come on, isn't it obvious?" Scootaloo only received annoyed expressions. "We're going to build a plane!" she declared.

"We're ...gonna...what?" Sweetie Belle looked over at Apple Bloom, who said nothing.

"Oh, come on. We built a pumpkin float when Apple Bloom's cousin was in town! I mean, yeah, we rigged it and all, but...it would have worked just as fine if we hadn't, right?"

"In case you hadn't noticed, pumpkins and floats don't fly," Apple Bloom replied.

Scootaloo was slightly shocked. "Jeez, you two act like we've never done anything freakishly unrealistic and dangerous before," she stated. "Have you seen the things that Rainbow Dash has done, and Pinkie Pie? Sometimes even Twilight...but mostly Rainbow Dash?!"

"Ah guess you do have a point. Maybe we could try, right Sweetie?" Apple Bloom turned towards her friend. Sweetie Belle tilted her head, but finally shrugged and gave in.

It was worth a try. What's the worst that could happen? Sweetie Belle had thought.

As if on cue, the plan had failed...yet again. The three crusaders groaned in self-pity as they looked at the damage caused to their tree house after their abomination has smashed into it.

"Ugh, it was probably the steering wheel! I couldn't even control where it was going," Scoots complained.

"Maybe it's because planes don't have steerin' wheels?" Argued Apple Bloom.

Scootaloo shot her a look. "Well, how else are you supposed to move the plane?! It obviously wasn't screwed on right!"

"Huh, maybe yer head wasn't screwed on right..." Apple Bloom mumbled under her breath, though Scootaloo had still heard it.

"Oh yeah? Maybe if you're such a genius in this area, you should fix the plane on your own!"

"Why in Equestria would Ah wanna fix that worn down piece o' junk, when it was your dumb idea that ruined our tree house!"

The argument carried on, Sweetie Belle witnessing it all. It didn't happen often, but the Crusaders really knew how to bicker with each other. Sweetie usually had tried to avoid it.

Not this time.

"Listen to me, you two..." The innocent filly attempted to step in, but was bluntly cut off.

Oh, darn it... Just... Just... Guh! "Hey, you two..."

Didn't work again. Sweetie had heard enough. She built her tone into a full on yell.

"Be quiet, right now! Knock it off, you two - !" CRASH! A few planks of wood from the tree house toppled onto the half demolished plane.

Then, there was silence.

The arguing fillies had stopped in their tracks, simply looking in the glistening emerald eyes of their friend, Sweetie Belle. She had rarely gotten angry, and was already calming down.

"Woah...I'm sorry for that, girls. I guess I just got a little angry is all," Sweetie explained.

Scootaloo looked in awe. "Wh...what was that word you just said..?"

Sweetie Belle gasped. Oh no, she thought. She had heard Rarity saying it out of angst and pain. What did it mean? Had she used it in the right context?

"Well, last night...I heard Rarity...er, she was...like..." Sweetie Bell squeaked and stuttered rapidly. Why was she freaking out so much? Was it really a big deal? "I heard Rarity say it and, well, I guess it just came out. No harm done here, right?"

Scootaloo's ears twitched. "Huh..you know, I think I kind of like it.. It sounds, like...emotional, you know? How did it go again?"

"I think it went like - .." CREAK!

A branch from the tree house tumbled down, hopelessly.

"Oh, darn it!" Scootaloo felt her face turning red. She wouldn't say it out load, but she was embarrassed.

"Aw, come on, it ain't that bad. We can get it fixed up nice and new, soon!" Apple Bloom reassured, though she was filled with doubt. The tree was pretty much ruined. How could they possibly rebuild their tree house, not to mention restore the damaged items and memories.

"No, I just.. I'm so angry right now, I could just...just..." The red-faced filly shut her eyes tightly. "Errg... Son of a - !" PLOP!

Apple Bloom and Scootaloo looked over in awe, immediately being joined by Sweetie Bell. They looked down to see the basket of apples had fallen on the ground. Then they looked up to see who had dropped it.

"What in...tarnation..." said Applejack, bewildered beyond belief.