Author's Notes:

Okay, time for more Scootabelle cuteness!

Carousel Boutique: Sweetie's bedroom

Bring! Bring!

That was a sound we all know too well. That was the sound of a alarm clock going off: AKA One of the most annoying sounds ever created by any machine whatsoever. And unfortunately this morning poor Sweetie Belle was getting her eardrums pounded by that very same sound full blast.

Bring! Bring!

"Mom, just five more minutes..." Sweetie mumbled as she tossed and turned under the covers while the alarm clock still kept on ringing. It was rapidly starting to grate on Sweetie's nerves and she was seriously considering thinking of chucking it out the nearest window.

Bring! Bring!

"Does that thing ever shut up?" Sweetie thought to herself as she stuffed her head under a pillow in another futile attempt to block out the sound. But like I said, it was futile really. The urge to boot that alarm clock out the nearest window was only starting to grow stronger in Sweetie's mind.

Bring! Bri-

Crash!

That next sound, it was the sound of a window breaking and shattering into about a million pieces, (Give it take a few shards or so) as one particularly annoying alarm clock was forced through it. Sweetie smirked in satisfaction. That was one battle through which she emerged triumphant, even if it meant her older sister would probably be furious with get later for shattering that window.

"Hateful thing." Sweetie growled as she looked out the broken window to see what remained of her "Victim" so to speak. It was then Rarity barged into the room.

"Sweetie, time to get up! Breakfast!" Rarity song songed before she furrowed her eyebrows at the sight of the missing alarm clock and accompanying broken window.

"Do I even want to know what happened here?" She asked in a deadpan tone. Sweetie laughed nervously before she gave her answer.

"Er... It was a accident?" Sweetie lied, with a rather embarrassed red flush on her face. Rarity facehoofed.

"Not again..." She muttered.

Ponyville Schoolhouse

Later that day, Sweetie tried as hard as she could to not fall fast asleep right in the middle of another one of Ms. Cheerilee's lessons, with this one being on what Sweetie thought surely had to be the bane of everypony's existence AKA multiplication.

"Okay, as my sister would probably say this has to be the Worst Possible Thing!" Sweetie mused to herself as her teacher continued going on about the basics of multiplication tables. She absolutely could not wait for the bell to ring to let out the class for the day. Sweetie chuckled to herself. Oh, the irony. Earlier that day, bells were the bane of her very existence and now one would turn out to be her savior.

"You too huh?" Scootaloo, her brand new marefriend (Marefriend! Sweetie still hadn't gotten used to her saying that word in relation to Scootaloo.) whispered to her from the desk right next to her. She too looked as if she was about to fall asleep right then and there.

"Tell me about it." Scootaloo muttered. "I just can't wait for that bell to ring. Tarterus, I might just bolt from my chair and out the front doors if that bell doesn't ring soon!"

Sweetie giggled, at least she wasn't alone in what should seriously be considered a New form of torture by Princess Celestia. Both fillies then saw Ms. Cheerilee gazing down at them.

"Something funny?" She asked in a annoyed tone of voice as she raised a eyebrow at them both. Both fillies then shared uneasy looks and laughed nervously at her in unison.

"Uh, no?" Sweetie replied, embarrased by being caught by her teacher before the bell finally rang, as if it insisted on dragging out it's form of torture. Sweetie couldn't get up out of her chair fast enough.

"Sorry,gottago! Bye!" She said in a hurried tone of voice before dashing right out the front door in a poof of smoke along with the rest of the class. Sweetie then found herself running all the way home, right to her bedroom closet where she began searching through it. She and Scootaloo had discussed over lunch about having their first real date, (Not a blind one) namely a quiet afternoon walk through Ponyville Park, planned for later that night. Sweetie's emotions ran high. Never, in all of her wildest dreams would she imagine that only a month ago, she would have fallen head over hooves for the mate if her dreams who turned out to be one of her best friends. But life still managed to surprise her, just like it did with anypony else.

"Now, where is it?" Sweetie murmured after finally finding some clothes she liked before she went over to her dresser and began using her magic to levitate a comb and use it to brush her hair while all the while she searched through her dresser drawers to find her lipstick.

"Ah, here it is! Perfect! I hope Scootaloo loves this, I saved it just for her!" Sweetie mused as she looked at the label on the lipstick which read as follows: "Siren Song Red"

At about that moment, Rarity entered the room and had to resist the temptation to just making a soft "Awwwww" as she saw her younger sibling trying to make everything just the way she wanted it for her first real date. At that thought, Rarity mentally squealed in glee. Her sister, going on a date with the filly of her dreams.

"If only I was that young, just so i can go through the thrill of experiencing first love once again!" Rarity thought to herself. "But alas, I cannot! Oh Rarity, look at yourself! Getting all like this like some old mare! You've still got a few years left in you so don't worry! You'll find your Prince or Princess Charming yet!"

"Need any help, Sweetie darling?" Rarity asked her sister to which she only got a shaking of the head in response.

"No, I got this!" Sweetie answered back and Rarity smiled before leaving while shouting "Okay, but if you ever need any relationship advice you know where to find me!"

Sweetie smiled, Celestia above she loved her sister but man could she be annoying at times! But all the same, she couldn't imagine life without her.

Ponyville Schoolhouse

While Sweetie got ready for her date with her new marefriend, back at the Schoolhouse Playground Scootaloo had met up with Apple Bloom and was talking about her own new marefriend and relationship with her.

"Sooooo... You and Silver Spoon huh? Gotta say, wasn't expecting that one." Scootaloo admitted to her fellow Cutie Mark Crusader.

"Well, as mah older sister always says, life is like a bushel full of apples. Ya never know what you're going to get out of it." The farm pony remarked with a laugh.

"She sure has advice for every occasion, doesn't she?" Scootaloo replied.

"Yeah, she does doesn't she?" Apple Bloom said back. "But that's one of the perks of being a older sister Ah suppose. Ya always know what the right thing to say for any situation." She laughed.

"Wish I had somepony like that..." Scootaloo muttered in slight envy towards her friend only to get a arm put around her in support.

"Hey, don't talk like that. It doesn't suit ya in the slightest. Ya got Dash don't ya?" Apple Bloom replied to her. "And me of course. Ah'd say that's plenty good enough for you if ya ask mah."

"Thanks Apple Bloom. I needed that." Scootaloo admitted to her friend. Then, both of the fillies then heard two female voices yelling at each other, both sounding rather furious at the other.

"I told you mom, I don't want to go along with this!" Diamond Tiara's voice exclaimed, and a voice that sounded like a older copy of it followed after it.

"And I told you, you must! This family has standards to uphold. You must follow them exactly and to the letter!" A mare yelled back, and from appearance alone, it was obvious that she could only be described as Diamond's mother.

"Well then, the standards are wrong!" Diamond yelled back at her mother before with a huff, Spoiled Rich walked off, nose held high in disgust at anything and everything around her. As she did so, Diamond looked extremely sad and began to sing as she remembered all of the times Spoiled wanted her to follow her every whim.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb4rR9fN0ho

After the song was over, Diamond hung her head and followed sadly after her mom unknowingly being watched by a certain pair of fillies.

"Uh, is it weird that Ah feel sorry for her?" Apple Bloom asked and Scootaloo looked disgusted at herself as she shrugged to her friend.

"If it is, then I feel weird too." She admitted.