“I know, Pinkie. I know,” Rainbow Dash sighed heavily, staring up at the ceiling in dull frustration. “That doesn’t mean it’ll be any better that way.”

“How can you be sure?” Pinkie whispered back, holding the sheets up to her chin and staring at the same spot that Dash was.

“He’s hiding something from me,” Dash frowned, rubbing her forehead with one hoof. “And I can’t even begin to tell you just how scared I am right now.”

“Maybe it’s for a good reason…” Pinkie Pie said softly, tugging at the sheets fitfully. “Maybe – maybe sometimes, somepony has a good reason for staying quiet.”

“And I don’t like it,” Rainbow Dash grumbled. “It’s not really so much that he’s keeping secrets from me; it’s not even that he thinks that he can be sneaky, which is kind of cute and kind of sad at the same time,” she explained. “It’s that the way he was acting about the marks, I-I think he was almost too afraid to tell me, Pinkie.”

The mare nodded slowly, tiredly giving a little sigh of her own and rolling to face her.

"Believe me, that has me worried, too,” Pinkie Pie stated unhappily. “But-but maybe… maybe you were… wrong?” she asked, the hopefulness in her voice evident.

Rainbow Dash only shook her head.

“I know what kind of welts those were, Pinks,” Dash’s quiet voice could barely be heard. “I don’t know what’s going on with him, and he won’t tell me.”

Pinkie shook her head, gently pulling the frustrated pegasus into a tender hug. She ran a hoof quietly over Dash’s back, mindlessly tracing up and down her spine and between the bases of her wings.

“It’ll work out,” Pinkie assured her uncertainly. “You just-just gotta trust that it’ll all work out.”

“Maybe that’s what it is,” Dash moaned against Pinkie’s chest. “Maybe it’s because nopony trusts me.”

Pinkie frowned, and opened her mouth to protest, but Dash cut her off.

“He trusts you more than he does me,” she blurted. “And I’m his mother for crying out loud!”

“Dashie-”

“Maybe you can get something out of him,” Dash turned to her pleadingly. “If he trusts you more, then you might get him to tell you-”

“Hang on, hang on,” Pinkie shifted uncomfortably. “Since when does Will not trust you?”

“It’s just – it’s in the way he talks,” Rainbow Dash rubbed her eyes. “The way he acts. I-I just don’t think he really trusts me enough to tell me when something’s wrong.”

“But he still showed you his hands,” Pinkie hummed. “I might not have even known yet if you hadn’t told me. So, he must trust you a little, right?”

“But not enough to tell me where he got the damned marks,” she seethed, turning away from Pinkie Pie. She crossed her hooves and scowled hard at the wall.

Her frown slowly dissipated when Pinkie wrapped her hooves over her side, snuggling against her and letting out a tired sigh against the back of her neck.

“You just need to build on that trust, is all,” Pinkie Pie murmured, growing still as Rainbow Dash gripped her pink hoof with a growing warmth and kissed it. “We’ll figure something out. I promise, Dashie.”

“… Thanks, Pinkie,” Dash whispered, nestling comfortably against the mare and allowing herself a tiny smile. “Something in the morning.”

They were still for a while, growing silent in the dark before Pinkie finally spoke again.

“Something’s still bothering me.”

“What is it?” Dash lifted her head weakly, the allure of sleep slowly pulling her deeper.

“You know, I think we started the pillow talk with something about umbrellas.”

Rainbow Dash couldn’t help but giggle.

The pattering of rain can be a very soothing, comforting sound.

At least, William had always thought so. It meant long, lazy days indoors, often times huddled up next to a window with a book or two. A random memory of staring out over the street beside Saint Claire’s came back to him vaguely, and William almost heard Ronald’s mildly obnoxious voice in his ear again. He found himself almost looking forward to the rain, with the way Rainbow Dash was hyped up about it.

“You sure you don’t want to come up with me?” she asked him again eagerly, eyeing the turbulent black boils littering the sky. The early morning air was crisp and cool, and he shivered next to the umbrella carrying Pinkie Pie as he shook his head. A couple were strange looking to William – umbrellas that had seemingly been screwed onto the backs of saddles, and almost reminded him of bizarre hats. Albeit, hats that one wore on one’s back.

“No thank you, Miss Dash,” William said uneasily, and she frowned slightly. “I do not necessarily care for heights.”

“Crying shame,” Dash shook her head sadly, and he could tell that she was trying to tempt him into flying up with her. In all honesty, even the thought of dangling high over the earth with no net terrified him. “Guess I’ll get back to it, then…”

“Oh, come on, Will!” Pinkie nudged him forward cheerfully. “It’s really not so bad. Dashie promises not to drop you. Right, Dashie?”

Rainbow Dash snickered into her hoof.

“Dashie!”

“Joking!” she held up her hooves defensively, giggling as the wind began to pick up around them a little. “I’m joking, of course I’m not gonna drop him. You can trust me, Will. Pinkie Promise.”

“Be that as it may,” he crossed his arms crankily and furrowed his brows. “It is doubtlessly going to be highly uncomfortable. And cold. Also, probably wet, and I just don’t like heaaaaaaaaaaah!”

Pinkie Pie snorted when she picked the boy up in her hooves, dropping him unceremoniously onto Rainbow Dash’s back. The pink party pony was surprisingly strong, and patted him kindly on the head.

“Don’t fall off!” Pinkie said cheerfully as Rainbow Dash grinned, and immediately leapt into the air. It wasn’t even at a fraction of her normal speed, but William still shrieked and clung to her neck as tightly as if she’d shot off from the ground at bullet speed.

“Put me down, put me down!” William wailed in terror, clinging desperately to her neck.

“Not a great choice of words, Squirt!” Dash cackled as she flapped her wings powerfully and launched them higher into the air, blasting directly toward the billowing black storm clouds hovering dangerously above them. William wrapped his hands tightly in her multihued mane, legs clamped tightly to her sides as he clenched every single muscle in his body in fear.

“Brace yourself,” Dash warned over the sound of wind, pumping her wings faster as they approached the levitating obsidian behemoth. His stomach turned wildly, his heart pounding in his ears as they rose to unbearable heights. “Here it comes…!”

William squeezed his eyes shut and pulled himself as close to her body as he could, too afraid to even watch as they plunged directly into the roiling black clouds.

He felt something akin to extremely strong static electricity rippling along his skin, the sudden shock of cold and damp air assaulting him to the point that he could hardly breathe…

And then it was over.

He clung desperately to Rainbow Dash as she stopped ascending, a sudden peace and silence greeting him.

“… Open your eyes, Squirt.”

William slowly shook his head, only clinging more tightly to Rainbow Dash.

“Will.”

He only whimpered, his shaking noticeable.

It took him a long moment to realize that they were no longer flying, and William wondered if they had landed without him seeing it.

“Open your eyes, William,” Dash said softly, gently prying one of his hands from around her neck. Against his wishes, William carefully cracked open one eye.

They weren’t standing on the ground.

Rainbow Dash was standing on top of the storm cloud.

William gawked down in surprise as Rainbow Dash slowly pulled a hole open in the cloud, pointing down at the ground. It seemed so far away that he was tempted to clamp his eyes shut again, but Dash started moving again and he now found himself too afraid to even close them again.

“Don’t slip,” she said carefully, trotting with three hooves and using another to help William stay balanced on her back. He did not hear her, however; William was far too busy looking around madly, taking in the impossible sight.

The bright sunlight threw cold rays down on them as the bubbling storm cloud shifted and swayed, rising up and blossoming in several areas. Some of them wound upward into the air like coiled ebony serpents, writhing with haste through the sky as jittering sparks of electricity danced across their surface.

William let out a short gasp, not realizing that he had been holding his breath the entire time.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Rainbow Dash grinned, noticing his awe. “Kind of makes you forget just how high up you a-”

William had obviously not forgotten about just how high up he was, as he promptly began clamping tightly to Rainbow Dash again.

She chortled, patting him lovingly on the head.

“Can we stop now?” he whimpered, eyes wide as a bolt of white electricity burst out of one of the black pillars and nearly blinded him when it plunged rapidly through the clouds. “Please?”

Rainbow Dash shook her head, carefully burrowing a small hole in the storm cloud and dropping through it. William tried not to shout this time, instead squeezing against Dash so tightly that he began to lose feeling. She swooped suddenly, slowing to a graceful descent and landing lithely before Pinkie Pie.

“Whoo-hoo!” Pinkie held up a small white signboard with a black 8 etched on it before tossing it aside. “Excellent form, perfect landing! Needed more short skirts and explosions, though.”

“Down,” William exclaimed, falling unceremoniously from her back and scrambling when he hit the ground. “Down down down down!”

“Easy, Squirt,” Dash laughed, helping the boy to his feet. “Well? What’d you think?” she asked eagerly, and William angrily dusted himself off as he tried to force color back into his cheeks.

“Mother,” he glowered. “We should never do that again.”

“Wha~at?”

“Never, ever again.” William jammed his bandaged hands into his pockets sulkily.

“Tch,” Dash shook her head again. “Crying shame. I really wish I could show you the rest, but I don’t think you could handle it.” She sighed, and Pinkie Pie prepared her large blue umbrella. “Alright, I’m off.”

“You’re already behind schedule!” Pinkie Pie shouted cheerfully after her, and Rainbow Dash blasted through the sky with an enormous Sonic Rainboom, the color swelling through the air like a dropped stone in a pond. William’s mouth was hanging open as she penetrated the cloud once again, and within moments the gargantuan black beast slowly began being corralled into an even more violent brew.

Before long, pitters of rain began slipping through the sky and pelted the ground lightly. Pinkie kindly offered him an umbrella, which he gladly took. William stared up at the sky from beneath the ridge of his umbrella, nervously awaiting Rainbow Dash’s return.

Finally, however, she bolted through the sky with a trail of rainbow colored light streaking behind her. She swooped down toward them, flaring her wings and spraying them both with an unexpected shower of water. Pinkie squealed in surprise, and William spluttered in desperate attempt to hide behind his umbrella from the water, even though he was already wet. Her mane was sticking straight up in a multicolored display from the electricity, and William had to fight to keep from snickering.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dash rolled her eyes, poking his own hair. William had neglected to notice that his, too, was standing on end – and refused his every effort to flatten it.

Rainbow Dash laughed good naturedly, and even Pinkie and William joined her not long afterwards. She was completely soaked to the bone by the time she actually managed to slip one of the umbrellas over her, successfully flattening her mane, but her grin was still enormous the entire walk back home.

And upon seeing her heartfelt smile, a small part of William was almost prepared to go back up in the sky again to see her smile last longer.

“A little late, aren’t we?” Twilight asked in complete deadpan, to which Rainbow Dash sheepishly shrugged her shoulders. The unicorn’s mane was utterly flat in the rain, and she stared humorlessly at Rainbow Dash as she nudged the door open for them.

“You guys didn’t have to wait outside,” she said conversationally as she allowed her friends inside, Pinkie and William following inside last. “I mean, the door was unlocked.”

“Oh, we didn’t want to intrude,” Fluttershy shivered as they entered in single file, all of them standing and dripping in the hallway as Pinkie slowly closed the door behind them and separated them all from the rain.

“Although some warning would have been appreciated.” Twilight grumpily dried herself with the towel offered her by Rainbow Dash, levitating it in a deep purple glow.

“Shucks, even I heard about th’ rain coming,” Applejack rolled her eyes.

“Then why didn’t you bring an umbrella?” Rarity raised an eyebrow, vainly attempting to dry every last drop from the bottom of her hooves as Fluttershy and Pinkie Pie both chatted comfortably in the kitchen with Dash.

The farm pony snorted, draining some water from her hat.

“Little bit o’ water never hurt nopony,” she retorted dryly, which really was the only dry thing about her. Applejack wrung a bit more water from her braided hair out, to which the unicorn cringed.

“Perhaps not,” William noted the enormous amount of water that had collected in the floor and started off for a mop with his hands oddly stuffed in his pockets. “But a lot of it will kill you.”

They both fell silent at his words, an odd look shared between them.

“… What?”

“So, where’s that breakfast I was promised?” Applejack said a little too loudly, stalking past the staring boy.

“No, really,” William stared after Applejack. “What did I say?”

After everyone had dried off and made themselves comfortable, they all assumed the same positions that they were becoming accustomed to – Fluttershy helped bring in chairs, and William sat damply between Pinkie Pie and Rainbow Dash on the couch, his hands in his pockets at an odd angle.

“Sorry, William,” Twilight shook her head the moment he sat down. “I don’t think –”

“I doubt that it would do any good to send me out again,” he glanced out the window at the pouring rain, the glass fogged a little. Twilight was obviously prepared, but he carried on before she could speak. “And the walls are a bit thin, I’m afraid. Attempting to send me to my room is also doubtlessly futile.”

Rainbow Dash gave a level stare at the unicorn, and Twilight uneasily cleared her throat from the look. It was almost as if Dash were offended that Twilight had tried to instruct William to do something, even when she hadn’t spoken.

Twilight wasn’t comfortable with it, but William insisted on staying with Rainbow Dash, which seemed to please her a little too much for Twilight’s liking. Especially considering the nature of the conversations that went on during the group therapy sessions… although William seemed to handle them maturely enough, it still put Twilight on edge.

Perhaps one of the things that he had difficulty with were just how many long stretches of awkward silence tended to crop up. During these, Twilight tended to try to keep someone – anyone – talking, even if only in mindless banter. This confused William at first, although he began to understand a little more clearly after a while. More specifically, when another of the awkward silences formed.

“That’s one spot that I kind of have a little difficulty remembering,” Rainbow Dash continued quietly, eyes on the floor. “Maybe it was the-the second month. I think. That’s when the new ones started, I remember that. He mentioned it being the first of the second month I was-was there, Master wanted to… celebrate. I don’t… I don’t really-really, I-”

She shook her head again and again, staring dully at the floor.

The uncomfortable silence remained, and Twilight slowly turned to William. Again, she urgently wished that someone would send the boy to his room, or something – but he still seemed relatively levelheaded, and Rainbow Dash wasn’t nearly as explicit with her descriptions as she was before. Perhaps that was why she froze up so much more; because she was both trying to spare him, and simultaneously tried to keep him within eyesight… or Twilight’s hunch could be completely off.

“Take your time,” William said tonelessly in his usual lilting voice, his blank look leveled at the pegasus. “Everyone would perfectly understand if you wished to end the therapy session.”

Dash laughed suddenly in an empty, pained bark.

“Of course I want it to end,” Dash rubbed her forelegs bitterly. William started up upon her words, but she merely shook her head. “That-that doesn’t mean that I don’t still get that everypony is trying to help. That talking is supposed to ‘make it better’, or something.”

Pinkie Pie let out a quiet sigh through her nostrils, shaking her head in understanding.

“Nopony can just get better-” she clapped her hooves together “-just like that, Dashie.”

“It is a slow process,” Twilight nodded admittedly, shuffling in her seat. “And you shouldn’t think of it as a ‘cure’ as much as it is a method of helping you cope when you need somepony to lean on. Although I do think that you have made remarkable progress.”

“Really?” William cocked an eyebrow.

“Remarkable progress as compared to her previous states,” Twilight said flatly. “If you would have seen her before you began living here, you might understand.”

Rarity watched the banter between the boy and the unicorn with growing trepidation, and only became more nervous when she noticed that Fluttershy, sitting beside her, was slowly growing more and more uncomfortable with every passing moment.

“I understand perfectly,” William shot back, crossing his arms. “And once more, I grow tired of your passive aggressive attempts to insinuate that I am an incompetent child.”

“You are a ch- what happened to your hands?” Twilight asked quietly, her eyes suddenly narrowing.

For some reason, Rainbow Dash’s face turned a very vibrant shade of pink.

“Nothing,” William lied, vainly putting his hands in his lap. “Stop attempting to diverge the conversation.”

“Will,” Pinkie began dangerously. “Don’t be rude.”

“Oh, since when are you his mother?” Twilight snapped angrily, and Pinkie opened her mouth to retort before being cut off by, surprisingly enough, Fluttershy.

“Whoa, okay, everypony,” Fluttershy stood up abruptly, holding a hoof up to each one of them in turn. Even Applejack and Rarity, who had mostly remained quiet throughout the ordeal. “Everypony needs to just take a deep breath,” she looked around the room with wide eyes, her wings snapped tightly to her sides. “… And we’ll all come back to this after a little breath of fresh air. Okay?”

William hadn’t even noticed that the rain had stopped, although the sun was still hidden behind a wall of bleak clouds.

They all shuffled up and stretched, and William noticed Fluttershy pulling Twilight down the hallway.

Rainbow Dash was of higher concern to William, though. The two were left alone in the living room, and the sound of Pinkie Pie overly cheerfully going through muffins filled the air.

She was still sitting blankly and gripping the edge of the sofa weakly, staring ahead at a single spot on the floor.

He gently put a single hand on her wing, and she flinched.

After a moment, she pulled him into a little hug with one wing.

“… I’m sorry you were ever brought into this, Will.” Dash spoke softly after a couple of seconds, her voice frail and only loud enough for him to hear.

“Nonsense,” he replied bluntly. “I am perfectly willing to undergo any form of awkward conversation on the actions of my biological father if it results in putting you at ease, in any manner.”

“… You’re a good colt, Will.” Rainbow Dash kissed him on the forehead after a moment, a still and sad little smile etched onto her lips. “Kinda wordy, but I’m glad I have you.”

William nodded, her wings growing a little tighter around him, almost protectively.

“… Do you trust me?” she asked suddenly without looking at him, instead staring around to ensure that they were still alone.

“Where did that come from?” William asked in mild confusion.

“Never mind,” Dash said quickly, but noticed that William was, to her immense surprise, slowly nodding his head.

“I-I suppose that I do…” he mumbled, furrowing his thin brows.

“More than Pinkie Pie?”

William was completely silent, thinking heavily.

Was she asking because she was jealous? Was Rainbow Dash displaying some form enviousness that he wasn’t accustomed to?

“… Maybe,” he nodded slowly, his hand partially over his chin as he gave her a worried look. “Is it important?”

“… No. It isn’t anything important. The rain has stopped,” Dash pointed out, nudging him up from the couch. “Why don’t you go on out for now; the grownups can take care of the heavier stuff while you go play.”

“I can handle it,” William resisted for a moment, but soon gave up.

“Go on,” Dash forced a small smile as Pinkie returned with a couple of oat muffins. Pinkie kindly passed her the plate of them, stacked up with several of the still warm pastries. “Take one of these with ya, and be sure to not to be out more than a couple of hours.”

“Very well,” William sighed reluctantly, quietly taking the muffin offered him by the smiling Pinkie Pie as the others began swarming back into the living room. “I suppose that for my portion of assistance, this concludes the session.”

William jumped at the sound of shattering glass, along with just about everyone else.

Rainbow Dash, flustered, attempted to scrabble and pick up the broken glass with her hooves. She scrabbled for them desperately, profusely attempting to speak and only managing to make a strangled sort of wail.

William started for the broom, only to be quickly prodded out the door by Rarity.

He quickly found that the door had been locked behind him.

“Twilight,” Fluttershy said seriously, closing William’s bedroom door behind them as they separated themselves from the others. They could hear the sound of Pinkie loudly going through muffins, passing them around and chattering in a chipper, light tone.

“What?” the unicorn blanched at her hard stare. “What, what is it?”

“Don’t you give me that, Twilight Sparkle,” Fluttershy said sternly. “You’ve been like this all morning.”

“I’m just very busy, and –”

“Again. Don’t you give me that,” Fluttershy frowned, giving Twilight a disappointed look that nearly skewered the poor mare. “Please, Twi. I can tell that you’re really bothered by something, I just want to help.”

Twilight blew a string of violet mane from her face, letting out a long breath.

“It’s nothing, Flutters-”

“I can say pretty easily when you’re fibbing, Twilight,” Fluttershy reminded her serenely. “You have a tell.”

“What?” Twilight scoffed. “I do not.”

“Yes, you do,” she nodded with a small smile. “It’s this funny little twitch right here-” she held a hoof up to her eye.

“I’m sorry, Fluttershy,” Twilight rubbed her eyes viciously, scrubbing the tired ache from them. “It’s just the stress. So much stress…”

Fluttershy patiently placed a hoof on her shoulder, and Twilight sighed again.

“Do you remember the-the incident with Discord?” Twilight asked out of the blue, and Fluttershy nodded.

“A little hard to forget, really,” she said, and Twilight scratched the back of her neck sheepishly.

“Right,” Twilight continued eventually. “Look, long story short, I’ve been… looking for Discord.”

“… Oh,” Fluttershy blinked in surprise, looking over the tired mare. “Um, I see. And… how is that, um… how is that going for you?”

“Horribly,” Twilight whined, rubbing her temples and slumping against William’s bedroom door, sliding down to the floor in a miserable position. “Oh, Fluttershy. You would not believe what I’ve been through in this past week.”

“Oh, I don’t know about that,” Fluttershy said good-naturedly, but Twilight shook her head somberly.

“No, you really wouldn’t believe it,” Twilight said with a grim expression. “The damned things I’ve seen, trying to hunt down that damned draconequus for that damned pegasus-!”

Twilight jumped at the sound of breaking glass, her eyes going wide as dinner plates.

She bolted up, frantically breathing and trying to straighten her mane to look more professional. Twilight and Fluttershy curiously investigated the source of the noise, only to discover Rainbow Dash on her knees, scrabbling to pick up shards of shattered ceramic.

“I’ve got – I said I’ve got it, dear,” Rarity levitated the dustpan helpfully while Pinkie Pie helped Dash to stand up, who seemed to be crying over the cuts on her hooves.

“Heyya, Will!”

William’s head jerked up at the sound of Scootaloo’s voice, trudging around a puddle with her scooter in tow.

“Hullo, Miss Scootaloo,” William said stiffly, his hands stuck in his pockets as he marched against the breeze.

“Where ya going?” she asked curiously, zipping around to ride on his other side. “Did you find out anything more about Silver Spoon? I heard Sweetie Belle talking about it earlier. Did you know that her parents skipped town? Silver Spoon’s parents, I mean, not Sweetie Belle’s. How come you’re not talking? Huh? Will? Huh? Huh?”

“For god’s sake,” William rubbed his temples wearily. “I swear, Scoots. Sometimes you’re like a broken-”

He was yanked to a sudden stop by Scootaloo, who gripped his hand tightly in her hooves.

“… What happened…?” Scootaloo frowned deeply, furrowing her brows.

William silently retracted his hand, placing them carefully into his pockets.

“Nothing,” William said quickly. “If you don’t mind, I’m actually in a bit of a hurry-”

“Oh, come on,” Scootaloo scowled. “We’re both going to the clubhouse, quit trying to change the subject.”

Scootaloo blew a heavy breath through her nostrils, and said “I get it if you don’t wanna tell me.”

“Thank you.”

“Wanna lift?” she asked suddenly, lighting up as she made room on the scooter. William looked at the wheeled death instrument in blatant disdain, crossing his arms again.

“Not particularly…” William mumbled, but clambered on nonetheless.

“Sweet,” Scootaloo grinned as she allowed him the first place, wrapping her hooves beneath his arms. “Okay, hold on to the bars, and try real hard not to pee.”

“Sorry?”

William barely had time to grasp the handlebars before she kicked off, cackling madly as they picked up speed. The world began flying by in a blur, Scootaloo’s tiny wings buzzing furiously behind him and speeding them forward faster and faster. The handlebars shuddered and shook the faster they went, and William clung to them in panic.

“Not so tight!” Scootaloo warned him, placing her hooves over his hands and directing the scooter a little more smoothly as they sharply took a corner and startling an older stallion.

“Sorry, sorry!” William blurted, straining to keep his balance on the board.

“Just chill,” the pegasus laughed, kicking off again to gain greater speed as they barreled down a sidewalk and nearly crashed into a mare hauling a cart of carrots. “All you really gotta do is relax and just ride.”

“I’ll take your word for it!” William shouted in a half panic as Scootaloo blasted past another couple of ponies, nearly crashing them into a lamppost. True, he was nervous and scared out of his wits that they were going to come to a painful halt at any moment – although he was loath to admit, it was unexpectedly… fun.

“Let go!” Scootaloo shouted suddenly as they sped toward the end of the sidewalk.

“Are you mad?”

“Let go!” she yelled in excitement, and William released the handlebars against his better judgment. No sooner had he done so that they both careened screaming off the edge of the sidewalk, hurtling directly into a grassy knoll.

William rolled with the impact, blood pumping wildly behind his ears as he struggled to sit up.

“Whoo-hoo!” Scootaloo bounced up from the ground in exhilaration. “That was awesome!”

“I beg to differ,” he grumpily retorted, achingly pulling himself to his feet and dusting himself while Scootaloo recovered her scooter. “We could have died! It was far too fast paced, and doubtlessly Apple Bloom and Sweetie Belle are already awaiting to scold us for tardiness.”

“Wanna go again?” Scootaloo held up the scooter slyly.

William stared at her long and hard, completely expressionless. Scootaloo slowly started to lower the scooter to the ground, quietly setting the wheels down.

“… Yes,” William hanged his head guiltily. “That would be marvelous.”

“Awesome.”

Journal of William Zachariah Klaskovsky

Day 26 –

I appear to have a broken leg.

Author's Notes:

If growing up were easy, then why the hell does it take so long?