Unusual Quietness

Author's Notes:

Now, its time for a challenge. Lets see if I can write this entire fic, with no focus on the Mane 7, no mention of the Transformers based characters, no violence or action, and have the focus all be on the Sour Sweet and Smallfoot, and the only other characters being Shadowbolts, and Gobot based figures. Can it be done?

Well boys and girls, bronies and bots, Guardians and Renegades: lets find out...

And yes, this chapter was a little too short.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nsw0OnIcU1I

Sweet Sweet Smallfoot

On a bright and sunny Friday morning, in the suburban town of Canterlot, that was near the big city, there was a girl coming out of one of the many suburban houses. The house belonged to a girl, a girl who attended Crystal Prep Academy. Her name was Sour Sweet. She had maroon-red colored hair with a few streaks of cyan mixed with minty green, with it wrapped up in a ponytail and a little cherry and mistletoe knot keeping it together.

Most mornings of her day were pretty normal, she'd usually be pretty crabby to attend school. She wasn't thrilled to attend school mostly because of the strict rules and their horrid principal. But nowadays with Principal Cinch gone from the school for good, she was mostly in a happy mood. She wore whatever she wanted, she always got to see her friends who were bright and spunky, and she got to spend time with her new friend. Most of any of her new friends would be faces that she only noticed at Crystal Prep or Canterlot High, or even her neighbors or people she would occasionally pass on by on the street. But on this day, she wasn't in a happy mood. Not angry or enraged, but she was feeling blue. Her attitude was like that all morning, and on the past week.

And as she walked out of her house and locking the door, wearing blue shorts, and a pink tank top she walked over to the red truck that was parked in the small driveway leading to the garage, otherwise known as her new best friend. But this friend wasn't like any of the humans on Earth. She wasn't even a human.

Her new friend was an alien species, from another world called Gobotron. Gobotron was a world that had robotic life forms that could change their forms into vehicular and beast forms. A world that once lived, a world that thrived with life and energy, but it was all taken away from a war that broke out over their differences. A world that had split its people into valiant Guardians, and sinister Renegades. But the one that was watching over Sour wasn't one that had sided with the malicious Renegades. The one that was guarding over her, making sure she went through every day alive and healthy, was Smallfoot. Guardian of Sour Sweet from any enemy that tried to hurt her.

And because Smallfoot was her guardian, she wanted to make sure that Sour Sweet was okay. Whenever Sour wasn't okay didn't sit well with her stomach or her internal processors. And this was one of those days.

Sour opened up the door, sighing and put her book bag on the seat next to her. Once she closed the door, she buckled herself up still holding a saddened look.

"Sour? Are you okay?" Smallfoot asked sweetly.

Sour sighed, "I'm fine Smallfoot."

"Sour, I know something's wrong, can't you just tell me?" Smallfoot's voice said through the radio.

"I'm fine, Smallfoot. I'm just...," Sour took a moment to catch her breath, "I'm just dealing with some stuff right now. The homework from Crystal Prep's kinda stacked up kind of high recently."

"Sour, you know if you need my help I'll lend a hand? You should always accept help when you need it. And even when I can't help, don't you have your dad to help?" Smallfoot asked.

"I can handle the work, Smallfoot."

The two beings stayed silent after Sour snapped. Smallfoot wasn't even sure how to respond to her reply.

"Should we get going then?"

Sour nodded.

Smallfoot's engine started up, and she began pulling out of the driveway and onto the black concrete street. Her turn signal flipped on, and she drove out onto the empty open road on her way to the new and much more friendly Crystal Prep.

As Smallfoot drove on the road, Sour Sweet laid back in her chair still with a saddened look on her face. Smallfoot wanted to talk with her about her issue, but what could she do?

"You... want to listen to the radio? Maybe I can find the station with all of the old songs you like?" Smallfoot asked through the radio station.

Sour's eyes turned away from the window to look towards the radio, but she wasn't giving an indication of a sure look. Instead, she just gave somewhat of a nod, but Smallfoot could get the hint.

"Okay, lets find that station...", Smallfoot said.

The knobs turned and cranked as they kept moving around, trying to find the radio station that played her favorite tunes. After a bit of time, Smallfoot found the station and a song began to play.

Oh well I'm the type of guy who will never settle down
Where pretty girls are well, you know that I'm around

Sour looked back at the radio with just her eyes, and she tilted her head to look at the station.

"Can you play something else than that?" Sour asked.

"Oh, uh... sure, yeah," the Gobot said.

Smallfoot's radio knobs cranked again, this time playing another station.

Each time we have a quarrel, it almost breaks my heart,
Cause I'm so afraid that we will have to part,
Each night I ask the stars up above,
Why must I be a teenager in love?

Sour raised an eyebrow as she looked towards Smallfoot's radio station again. Smallfoot immediately went to change the station, she didn't need Sour to say what she meant.

Forever my darling our love will be true
Always and forever, Ill love only you

Smallfoot stopped the track when Sour returned a dirty look. Man, she wasn't liking any of these songs today. Smallfoot changed to another tune.

I'm gonna tell you how it's gonna be
You're gonna give your love to me

"Smallfoot?" Sour interrupted again, followed by a record scratching on the radio.

"Yes... Sour?" Smallfoot hesitated nervously. She was almost too afraid to hear what Sour was going to say next. Whenever someone crossed her too many times, it never went out well. She would find some way to try and vent her rage, but it always ended up with either someone getting hurt, or her dinner being ruined.

Sour sighed, "Can you just play something from the 80s?"

"Uh, sure... Sweets."

Once again, the radio changed to something else. This time something a little more loud from the 1980s. Smallfoot could only groan in her head, disappointed by the lack of success of talking to her friend.

Dang it, there goes my morning...

As soon as the song played, Smallfoot drove on through the green light and continued to drive in between the lines on the highway, on her way to the crystalline high-school.

An 80s Filled Morning

Author's Notes:

Dang it, now I want some Gobot toys. And I apologize for there not being much for this chapter, but some of this stuff here I wanted to set up for future events, I think. And I know the rule, show, don't tell. Don't worry, I'm going to make sure I put out some 'show and don't tell'.

As for the rest of the Shadowbolt girls, they were having much brighter mornings. While their real guardians were out on missions handling intergalactic fugitives, they were being watched over by some Gobot Guardians who were kind enough to look after them while they were gone.

Lemon Zest for one was being picked up by a red Gobot that converted into a blazing red hot rod, with big tires on the back, and and with the way it was arched, the back was arched up, with the front lowered to the ground.

She eagerly made a leap into the air as she skipped her way to the red car.

"Morning Lemon Zest. You ready to go?"

Lemon grinned, "Lets hit it Street Heat!"

If Street Heat could, he would have grinned to Lemon Zest but in vehicle mode it couldn't be seen. Lemon smirked as she looked at the radio system.

"Play that rockin 80s tune will ya? I'm feeling particularly... funky, today," Lemon said, making a clicking noise with her tongue.

The radio knobs turned to pick the CD that was already put into the player, and the music began to kick up.

"Oh yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about!" Lemon grinned as her head bobbed to the beat of th esong

"Lets kick the tires and light the fires!" Street Heat roared.

Street Heat's engine revved up, and a burst of flames shot out from the tailpipes on his behind, and from the sides, just near the engine that stood out like a sore thumb through the hood.

Street Heat's wheels grinded against the pavement and he sped out of the driveway, and onto the street like a maniac. This was gonna be a fun day for Lemon Zest today.

But Lemon Zest wasn't the only one with a Gobot Guardian with her. Sunny Flare had a Guardian watching over her for the day as well, a British one in fact. His name was Good Knight, and his form was of an old roadster from the 1980s.

"I appreciate the ride Good Knight, but you don't have to if you're too busy," Sunny reassured.

"Oh, I'm quite fine Ms Flare. I didn't have any other activity to perform, so I'm quite alright with performing this task at hand. After all, you cannot be late for school. And who knows? Perhaps, we'll run into some of my Guardian allies," The car said from the radio.

Sunny giggled, "Well I know Smallfoot is protecting Sour Sweet, so I can imagine you'll be running into her."

"Right, Smallfoot. Sweet little teeny-bopper," Good Knight chuckled.

Sunny's eyes widened, "Teeny-bopper? Someone's been looking into the British dictionary recently."

"She's a young little one who's always eager to check out the new age material that your world has made. And I find her an absolute sweetheart when she's with us Guardians. Always looking out for us, making sure we're okay; she's an absolute darling."

Sunny nodded, "Sounds like she would be a good person to have as a girlfriend."

"Well, you'd be surprised. She has actually dated before, but most of her dates weren't... the greatest. Blast, she even dated Crasher once, and that ended up with Pathfinder having to stay with the poor heartbroken lass because she was hurt by her. Road raging bugger...", Good Knight snarled.

"Sounds like you don't like her," Sunny gulped.

"None of us Guardians like her. Especially one particular bounty hunter that wouldn't even look out for her own safety or even give her the time of day to just relax and hang with her. But, alas we don't have to worry about her since she's not here on Earth. Now we can focus on our own lives and I for one need to worry about not ramming down any pedestrians on the way," Good Knight said quickly, urgently trying to keep himself in the same lane as the other cars.

Sunny just sat back in her seat, and allowed the Guardian to perform the driving for her. It would probably be best not to distract the driver.

In another part of town, Sugarcoat was being driven in the car form of the Guardian Sparky. Sparky was a female Guardian, and of course like the other Guardians that were watching over the Shadowbolt girls, had nothing else to do and their real guardians were out of town for the time being so they decided to look over them for the week.

"So... you excited?" Sparky asked.

Sugarcoat looked down at the steering wheel that always blinked lights whenever Sparky spoke.

"Excited for what?" Sugarcoat bluntly asked.

"Well... its Friday. I know most of the humans on this planet get excited for whenever its Friday," Sparky replied sounding unsure.

"You're not wrong," Sugarcoat said, staring away from the wheel and out the window.

"But if its Friday, how come--"

"I don't show as much as excitement as some of my other classmates, and friends Sparky. They can go crazy all they want, but I refuse to act like a wild animal."

Sparky's radio went dead silent. Sugarcoat looked towards her radio system.

"Are you malfunctioning, or are not saying anything?"

"No, its just... well, you, uh... Lets just get you to school, I don't want you to be late," Sparky replied as she urgently picked up speed.

In another part of the busy big town, Indigo was riding on the motorcycle form of another Gobot Guardian. His name was Night Ranger, and his form was that of a blue Harley Davidson Electric Glide. An old form, but in Indigo's mind, it was awesome.

She rode on the motorcycle with her bookbag strapped to the back, and a helmet on her head, along with some armor to keep herself safe in case they ever got into an accident.

"Thanks for the ride Night Ranger. I know my buddy's out of town so--"

"Not a problem, Indigo. I've had nothing else to do today, I'm willing to lend a hand. And...", Night Ranger's rearview mirror adjusted to look behind him. There he could see some other vehicles behind him. One was the same hot rod Lemon climbed into, another was a red sports car, the third was an old red roadster car, and the final one was the 70s truck that he knew too well.

"I see the rest of our friends have caught up with us," Night Ranger said.

Night Ranger slowed down a bit for the rest of the Guardian allies to catch up with them, and some of them even pulled up into different lanes next to them. This gave a chance for Indigo to give her friends a few waves of a 'good morning'. But Indigo looked in the rearview and saw Smallfoot smack behind her, and Sour was still looking blue.

"Huh... Sour's still looking upset. Wonder what pooped in her corn flakes," Indigo replied.

Night Ranger wasn't sure how to respond. That sentence was all too... gross.

"Indigo, that's just... disgusting," Night Ranger replied.

"Well, what else can I say?" Indigo protested.

After passing a few more green lights, all of the vehicles pulled up into the parking lot of the back of the prestigious Crystal Prep Academy. One by one, all of them got out of their vehicles, grabbing their belongings.

Good Knight waited as Sunny Flare grabbed her things before speaking.

"Have a wonderful day, Ms Flare. I'll pick you up after school," Good Knight said.

Sunny gave a warm smile back to the Guardian, "Thank you. I'll see you later Knight."

Lemon Zest climbed out of Street Heat who's engine continued to run with horsepower, feeling the need for speed. Lemon looked at the hot rod and gave a grin while pumping her fist making a rock and roll sign with her index and pinky.

"Rock and roll dude!" Lemon said with her tongue sticking out.

"Rev, rock, and rumble Lemon!" Street Heat called.

Sugarcoat stepped out of Sparky, not saying a word to the concerned Guardian. With how much was said, and how much she didn't say, it was highly concerning to the Guardian.

"Um... see you later?" Sparky replied.

Sugarcoat turned back and gave one nod to Sparky who was still parked in her vehicle mode, before walking back into the building. Sparky could feel her metal shake and rattle just shuddering at how creepy she was.

Indigo pulled herself off the blue motorcycle and grabbed her belongings off the back end. She removed the helmet off her face, letting her dark blue hair sway around, re-adjusting to its normal look. She gave the motorcycle a grin.

"Thanks for the ride, Night Ranger!" Indigo saluted.

Night Ranger just sat there, and one small police light flickered on the back of it.

"I'll pick you up after school," Night Ranger replied.

As the girls began to depart, and walk inside of the school, Sour sat for a moment inside of Smallfoot just before getting her backpack. She stayed silent, staring off into space. Her only thoughts were the ones inside of her head.

"Ahem, aren't you... going to, go?" Smallfoot hesitated.

Sour's head shook violently when she heard Smallfoot interrupt. She looked down onto the dashboard, and nodded quickly.

"Sorry, I was... lost, in space. To say the least," Sour said before reaching for her backpack. But just before she exited out.

"Sour wait. One more thing before you go inside," Smallfoot said.

Sour waited as she turned her head to the radio that kept blinking whenever Smallfoot spoke.

"Have a good day, okay?" Smallfoot asked.

Sour stayed silent before giving a nod, "Okay. Thank you, Smallfoot."

Sour quickly grabbed her belongings, and opened up the truck door before stepping out. Once she was out, she put both straps of the backpack onto her shoulder to get a tighter grip onto it. Smallfoot's red shiny door closed on its own, and Sour walked onto the pathway, leading to the inside of Crystal Prep Academy. She looked up for a moment, and sighed to herself. She walked inside of the school, and closed the double doors behind, leaving all of the Guardians by themselves.

Once Smallfoot saw that the coast was clear, she spoke up.

"Guardians? Can I ask that we all convert so I can face you guys?"

"Uh, sure, yeah, I don't see why not," Night Ranger replied.

One by one, all of the Guardians converted into their alternate forms. First it was Smallfoot, then it was Sparky, then Night Ranger, Street Heat, and finally Good Knight.

"First of all, good morning to you all," Smallfoot said with a friendly voice. But her face expression said otherwise, she looked very serious, but at the same time, very stressed.

"Morning my dear," Good Knight said.

"Smallfoot, are you okay? How come you're not spunky or cheerful today?" Sparky asked.

"I'm sorry Sparky, but something's been going on my mind recently. Sour Sweet hasn't been on her... sweet side, recently. She barely talks to me anymore, she doesn't want to do things we normally do anymore, she isn't being herself," Smallfoot said.

The Guardians all looked at each other concerned. This didn't sound too good.

"You think she might be upset about something?" Street Heat asked.

"I think that's a little obvious, Street Heat," Night Ranger snapped.

"Did any of the girls tell you anything about Sour's attitude recently?"

The Guardians shook their heads no, making Smallfoot groan and grab her face. If the girls didn't tell the Guardians, how was she going to figure out what was wrong with Sour? If no one else but the rest of the girls knew then... wait. A light flickered in Smallfoot's head. The rest of the Shadowbolt girls all knew about her problem. Maybe she just needed to talk to them.

"Well then... wait, do the girls ever hang out with you during lunch?" Smallfoot asked, with her hand out pointing a finger to them.

"They always come out and visit us during the lunch hours, all except for 'Sour Sweet' one," Good Knight replied, "Why is it that you inquire that?"

"Because I think I'm gonna find out what's wrong with her," Smallfoot said, looking to the set of double doors, "I... I think."

Warning Signs

Author's Notes:

Warning: Some inappropriate humor may ensue.

In regards to the conversation with Indigo and Sour, I wrote that bit because that is what I remember from shop class so, so I wrote that part from my own experience with the course. Its been 7 years since I took it so, just warning you ahead of time, it probably won't be a good conversation.

And in all honesty, this chapter is a little discombobulated. Hopefully I can get back on track with the next one.

Final thing, and I can't believe I'm asking this, with the lowbrow humor and things I'm saying in this, do you all believe it should stay for rated T?

As time went by over at Crystal Prep, the hours turned to the lunch break. And nowadays at Crystal Prep, the girls would always eat outside in the parking lot if their robot companions were ever outside. Today they saw their temporary transforming guardians were still here so they decided to eat outside to hang out with them during their break. All except for Sour Sweet who didn't join them.

Sunny Flare pushed the door open, holding it open for her friends while they walked through the door with no issues whatsoever. Once they made it out, they greeted their Guardian friends who were all sitting in some of the parking spots in their robot forms waiting for the girls.

"Afternoon girls," Good Knight said with a cheery voice.

"How are your classes going?" Sparky asked.

"Our classes are fine, but remember this is our lunch break. We've still got a few more left to go," Sunny replied as she took a seat down on the curb, near one of the Guardians.

As the girls all took seats on the concrete curb, Smallfoot who was in vehicular form pulled up towards them slowly so she didn't scare them.

"Smallfoot? Dearie, what are you doing here? I thought you would have other things to do today," Sunny Flare replied.

Smallfoot's truck form began to convert. Her arms slided out from her sides, her legs folded out from the back end of the truck and her head popped out from the grill, followed by the front grill guard sliding down over her chest. The grill guard shined with a glimmer of sparkles.

Lemon began snickering as she looked at the grill guard that was on Smallfoot's chest. Smallfoot rolled her eyes.

"What's so funny Lemon?" Smallfoot asked.

"*snicker*, nothing. I just wanted to say...," Lemon snickered some more and there were some tears coming from her eyes, she was really trying not to laugh.

"--Nice rack, Smallfoot," Lemon burst out laughing and she fell on her back laughing like a hyena. It wasn't until long that Indigo began laughing too, she finally caught on the joke Lemon told. The only ones that weren't laughing were... everyone else. Everyone else around them were either groaning, shaking their heads, or facepalming from Lemon's cringe-worthy joke.

Smallfoot looked at Lemon and Indigo with an unamused look. While she would sometimes find some humor in some of Lemon's crude jokes, she wasn't having it today. Sour Sweet's sadness was the one thing she was focused on.

"Ha... ha. Very funny..." Smallfoot said sarcastically. "And just where did you get that joke?"

Lemon giggled, "I'm sorry. I only now noticed that the grill guard flips over your breasts so... I couldn't resist!"

Smallfoot rolled her eyes, "Is there ever a time when you're not making extremely crude humor?"

"Nope!" Lemon laughed.

"Lemon! Behave yourself," Sunny scolded softly, "Just because you notice something you find humorous doesn't mean you need to say it out loud."

"Sorry, sorry," Lemon said, "please, continue."

"Anyways... I need your help girls, on a particular subject."

"Name it... big rack," Indigo joked, still trying to calm herself down from laughing. Smallfoot just groaned to herself.

"And I'm here trying to get advice from teenagers...," Smallfoot groaned, "Okay, well... have any of you noticed Sour Sweet's unusual sadness, recently?"

The girls all looked to each other, and then back at Smallfoot delivering agreeing nods.

"Okay, question number 2. Has anyone picked up on when it started? I know it began last week but I think something from you girls might have set her off," Smallfoot said.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. What makes you think we caused this? How do we know you aren't the cause of her sadness?"

Smallfoot looked at the girls with a frustrated look and huffed, "Come on."

"Okay, okay, lets not be too hasty here. Lets try and think about this. Okay, we all talked with Sour at some point during last week, and that was when her moodiness began to spring into her step. Something we must have said might have got her upset," Sunny Flare interrupted.

"But what did any of you say to get her sad or upset at?" Sparky asked.

Sunny scratched her chin as she thought, "You know, I do remember a conversation I had with her a while back last week..."

Sunny Flare stood in the hallway with Sour Sweet as the two of them were grabbing their belongings before they had to go for next class.

"So do you have any plans for the weekend?" Sunny Flare asked.

"Nope, I'm all free. Hopefully no fugitives or Renegades will ruin it though," Sour grumbled. "What about you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Sour. I'm busy this weekend, I'm going to meet my boyfriend's parents," Sunny Flare said urgently as she rushed to grab her things.

Sour immediately pulled away, and rubbed the side of her arm, right up near the border where it met with the shoulder.

"Oh, okay, I guess...", Sour said.

"We can still hang out though," Sunny said reassuring her friend.

"No, its alright. I don't want to be intruding on you or your plans," Sour said backing away, "I think I'm just gonna go head to class."

Sour didn't say another word, but instead grabbed her books and ran off down the hallway to her class. She didn't even look back to see Sunny Flare looking back at her, very concerned. Did she say something to set her off?

"... And she never said anything after that. She didn't say anything, she never talked to me, she was silent the rest of the week as far as I've seen," Sunny Flare explained.

Smallfoot scratched her chin as she pondered what was explained, "Okay... Did anyone else have a talk with her?"

"Ooh, me! Me me me!" Lemon said, raising her hand up high as she could.

"You talked with her too?" Smallfoot asked.

Lemon nodded, "This was after school. But while I was walking with Sour..."

Lemon skipped happily down the sidewalk with Sour all the while her headset was blasting at a very high volume. The sound bleeded from the earphones and it went outside, at a decimal that even Sour and passing bystanders could hear it.

But all that came from Lemon's vision were the few emotions that were changing on Sour's face as she spoke. But as they walked, Lemon turned her head forward and while she didn't hear Sour from the headset she could read emotions and she continued to speak over the rock and roll.

Once she turned again, she saw a bit of a depressed look on her face. Why was she suddenly sad? What did she say to upset her?

"Wait, wait, wait..."

Lemon looked back at Smallfoot to see her hand raised up and with an unamused expression on her face.

"So let me get this straight, you were with her, and you didn't hear anything she had to say nor did you even hear anything that came out of your mouth?" Smallfoot asked.

"Uh... no," Lemon blushed.

Smallfoot's hand scrunched her face, "Lemon, for the thousandth time, you can't keep your headset at a volume normally reserved for movie theater sound commercials. This is why Principal Cinch keeps stealing your headsets."

"Well Cinch isn't here anymore is she?" Lemon said slyly.

Smallfoot groaned, "No..."

"So I can blast it up loud!"

Smallfoot just felt her hand on her face as she was shook her head. What was she going to do?

"Does anyone else have something to share about their encounter with her?" Smallfoot asked.

"I have something that might add a little more clues to your problem. While we were changing back into our regular clothes in gym class..."

Sugarcoat slammed her gym locker closed as she was getting her final things all together to get going to her next class. Sour Sweet was on the other side of her, grabbing her belongings as well.

"So, uh, are you busy for the weekend?"

"I am. I have to attend my sister's wedding, and apparently she'll get very feisty if I don't show up," Sugarcoat replied flatly.

"Oh... a wedding, that's, that's nice...", Sour said quietly. Sour muttered something to herself which wasn't understandable, but Sugarcoat could hear a bit of what she said.

"Are you okay?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I'm, I'm fine Sugarcoat. I... I hope you have a good time at the wedding," Sour said.

"Sour--"

"I said I'm fine!" Sour yelled, silencing Sugarcoat. Without anything else to do, Sugarcoat continued to get the rest of her things so she could go to her next class.

"After that, she didn't say another word to me," Sugarcoat replied.

Smallfoot scratched her chin as she soaked in what Sugarcoat had given her. Two possible ideas came to mind. Either she was feeling extremely lonely, or maybe there was something else she wasn't getting.

"Okay... I think I'm getting close to an idea on what her problem is, but its not enough. Indigo, did you pick up anything from her?"

"You bet. And I think I might have something that might just give us the answer...", Indigo smirked.

Indigo walked with Sour Sweet as the two of them were going down the hallway, on their way to shop class. The two of them had been working on making wooden cars to participate in a small little race.

"You know what kind of car you're gonna make?" Indigo asked.

"I'm thinking of making mine into a truck," Sour said, "I kind of want a part of Smallfoot to be with me."

"If you say so. I won't stop you. But mine's gonna be a hot rod, I guarantee I'm gonna win that competition," Indigo beamed.

Sour giggled a bit, "I hope so. Anyways, uh... are you or anyone else busy this weekend?"

"Oh I'm sorry, I'm taking Night Ranger out for some target practice and then I'm meeting my boyfriend for lunch," Indigo replied.

"Oh, that's... that's okay I guess," Sour said quietly.

Indigo stopped to look at her, "Are you okay?"

"I-I'm fine, lets... lets just get to class," Sour said rushing off towards the door leading to class leaving a confused Indigo behind. She stood for a moment, her lips curling into a questioning curl and her eyes lowering to watch her enter the classroom urgently. Something wasn't right...

"After that, she didn't say anything else. Just like with Sugarcoat, Sunny, and Lemon," Indigo said.

Smallfoot nodded as Indigo finished her story. She had all of their stories, now it was time to see about what the answer was. Smallfoot paced back and forth tapping her chin and holding one hand behind her back as she was thinking.

"Okay, so lets see what we have so far. She retracted away from Sunny because she mentioned going to meet her boyfriend's parents, Sugarcoat said she was attending her sister's wedding, and Indigo was planning on meeting her boyfriend... I think I'm starting to sense a rhythm here," Smallfoot said as she continued to pace.

"No gee, you think?" Sugarcoat said sarcastically.

Smallfoot stopped pacing to glare at Sugarcoat who stared blankly at the Guardian's green visor covered eyes.

"Sorry. I turned into Sour Sweet for a second there," Sugarcoat replied.

"At this point Sugarcoat, I'm used to people acting like that to me. But lets think here, what is she sad about? Lets see... wedding... boyfriend's parents... boyfriend...", Smallfoot droned off. A click went in her head. She had the answer.

"Girls, I think I've got a definitive conclusion," Smallfoot said with determination.

"Oh really? Regale us, Sherlock," Sugarcoat said.

"After everything you girls described to me I've got a possible conclusion. She's upset because she doesn't have a boyfriend, that's why she's been acting moody and sad around you girls whenever you brought it up," Smallfoot said.

"I don't really think Sour would be the type to be looking for a boyfriend," Sugarcoat said.

"And why do you say that?"

"She's shown no signs of interest in one, she quickly changes the subject when she's asked about it, and she pushes herself away from any guy we've tried to set her up with but surprisingly has no problem being closer with any girl," Sugarcoat replied.

Smallfoot's finger drooped, "Okay then... So that's out the window. Maybe she's just upset because she has no one to love."

"That could be an answer. But I don't see why she would be upset about that, she seems to take her anger out on almost everyone whenever they get on her nerves, now suddenly she's desiring for for a romantic partner?" Sunny said.

"I know its strange Sunny, but I can't let her stay sad like this."

"And why do want to help her on this?" Indigo asked, "You're a machine."

"Cyborg, Indigo. I'm a cyborg. And I want to help her because I don't like seeing Sour sad. I want to make her happy, she deserves the best. I just... I hate seeing her this down," Smallfoot said.

"Aw, that's sweet of you," Sunny replied.

"I guess... but how can I help her? I want to make her feel loved but... I don't know how," Smallfoot said. "I've tried reminding her that I'm always there for her but... it doesn't seem like she feels it. I think I might need to kick things up a notch."

"Well I have an idea!" Lemon grinned.

"Don't listen to her, its a trap," Sugarcoat bluntly replied.

Smallfoot wasn't sure how to respond to what Sugarcoat had said. But Lemon got up on her feet and moved up close to where Smallfoot was.

"Down lower, I'm gonna whisper it in your ear," Lemon said.

Smallfoot hesitantly lowered herself down so Lemon could reach up close to the side of her head to whisper into her audio receptor. But what Smallfoot was being told wasn't something she wanted to hear. Lemon whispered something highly disturbing and her response was her eyes widening and her jaw dropping.

"What did you say!?" Smallfoot shrieked.

Lemon burst out laughing and she fell on her back while clutching onto her stomach. Sunny and Sugarcoat groaned and shook their heads. They could only imagine that Lemon said something very inappropriate.

"Lemon, must you say such things?" Sunny said.

"Come on, she's an old robot!"

"I'm not that old! In comparison with your human years, I'm basically 19! Why would you tell me something like... never mind," Smallfoot said.

Lemon giggled some more, "So... you gonna do it?"

Smallfoot glared at Lemon with glowing eyes, "Lemon, there's a line between trying to do something nice and going too far. That is way too far, and I think that only goes if a couple is in a deeper relationship. I'm trying to make her happy, not... that."

Smallfoot looked to the other girls, "Let me try this again, does anyone have a suggestion for how I can make Sour happy without being too inappropriate?"

"Well, maybe you could--"

Sunny didn't get to finish her sentence for at that moment the bell went off, signalling the end of lunch.

"Oh shoot, we've got five minutes until we go to class! How about this, we'll talk about this once school's over, we can discuss it then."

Smallfoot nodded, "Okay. Perfect. I just hope Sour doesn't find out. Promise you won't speak about this?"

"Our lips are sealed... big rack," Indigo laughed as she began walking to the door with the rest of the girls.

Smallfoot's arms crossed each other and she snarled, "That's not funny Indigo."

"Yes it is!" Indigo shouted before the door closed behind them. Smallfoot just shook her head and groaned. Maybe getting advice from a few immature teenagers wasn't such a bright idea.

"You okay Smallfoot?" Street Heat asked, observing Smallfoot's distress.

"I'm fine. I just hope Sour will be okay," Smallfoot said with worry.

After School

Author's Notes:

Okay I'm saying this now. I usually don't make those kind of jokes like the uh... 'rack' joke, I did. Normally I try to refrain from that humor but honestly I couldn't resist so that's why I made it. I wanted to see if any of you would laugh, and some of you did. I don't expect everyone to, but that joke was an experiment to see your thoughts on it. So there probably might be some more... but I'm going to try and either spread them apart or do different varieties of jokes instead of just focusing on one. I'm sorry if that scares any of you away and I hope I don't. But I do hope you continue to stay and read to see what happens, I do actually plan on getting to some sweet fluffy fluff

But now that I look at it, I think I might have made the revelation here a bit too fast. But that's me, what do you think? This is my first time writing romance for real.

Sometime after school, the girls except for Sour Sweet left together to a hidden Guardian base in the city so they could find a much more private place to discuss a possible plan to cheer her up. Some of the Guardians were brought in on the plan as well, they too wanted to help out their friend. All they had to do was wait for Smallfoot to return.

As the group waited at their hidden base, Lemon Zest sat on a couch while talking with one of the Guardians.

"So let me get this straight, the term 'rack' can be used for inappropriately talking about a woman's... bosom?"

Lemon nodded with a silly grin as she tried not to snicker.

"Okay...", the Guardian replied. He wasn't sure how to respond to that.

"You are just full of innuendos today, aren't you?" Sugarcoat said shaking her head.

"Yep!" Lemon said. "In fact, I just thought of one right now! You think Sour will want to--"

"Not there please!" Indigo cried. "I'm all for laughing at some of those jokes, but some of them are just too far. I think its weird enough we're trying to help a truck make a girl happy, lets keep the weirdness down a notch, okay?"

Lemon giggled, "Okay, okay I'll stop."

"Thank you," Sunny replied.

"No I won't!"

The three girls groaned.

"I wonder what else she's got in store for her," Sugarcoat said.

Just at that moment, the garage door began to slide up and fold up to the top of the roof. And driving on through the garage entering into the base was a red truck with a pair of lights on the top, and a grill guard on the front. The truck pulled itself a little closer, and it sat there until the back of the garage door closed.

Once the door was closed, the truck began to convert, revealing Smallfoot once again.

"Sorry I'm late girls. It took a bit of lying and trying to keep Sour from following after me. You don't know how much I hate lying to her," Smallfoot replied.

"Well at least you're doing it for a cause to help make her better," Sugarcoat said.

"By lying to her face?" Smallfoot snapped.

"Well what did you tell her?" Indigo asked.

"I said I'd be going on an extended patrol for Renegades," Smallfoot replied.

"I'd believe that in a Manehattan minute," Sugarcoat said.

"Me too," Sunny Flare replied.

Smallfoot stood for a moment and sighed, "Lets just get to what we came here for."

"Remind me again, what it is you're trying to do?" Wrong Way asked.

"I want to help make Sour happy again by finding a way to get her a romantic partner, but I'm not sure how I can do that. That's why we came here," Smallfoot replied.

The Guardians all let out understanding murmurs. Now the picture was clear as to what was going on.

"But how are we going to do that?" Pathfinder said.

"Its not you that has to worry about that, its me. I'm the one that's trying to make her better but... I don't know how," Smallfoot sighed. "Anyone have suggestions for how to make her happy, without being inappropriate?"

Everyone scratched their chins and stood silent, what could they do? What could she do that would be appropriate, and not too far? As they kept on thinking, Smallfoot walked over to the side and opened up an oil can and peeled the top off. As she began taking a sip, Lemon spoke up again.

"How about you let Sour... touch your rack?" Lemon giggled.

Smallfoot's eyes widened as she almost choked on her drink. Turning her head, she launched a big spit of oil against the garage door, and coughed for a bit. Once she felt her lungs opening again, she turned and looked at Lemon with a glare and death eyes. Lemon just chuckled slightly as she drooped down in her seat. Smallfoot took a moment to breathe in, and then breathed out. It took every ounce of energy and servo to not scream.

"Lemon... you're not being helpful," Smallfoot said calmly.

"Sorry, sorry...", Lemon replied.

"Lets actually think here, can we?" Smallfoot asked.

The girls scratched their chins, and Sunny Flare began pacing back and forth as she thought. What could they do? Sunny Flare stopped for a moment and snapped her fingers.

"What if we signed her up for online dating?"

Lemon shook her head, "Remember the last time she signed up for online dating? She said she'd never do it again after her date with that one guy that she found a total idiot."

Sunny paused for a moment and her hand drooped to her side.

"Well, that option's out the window," Sugarcoat said.

Lemon scratched her chin, "What if we lock her in a room with another girl?"

"Not gonna work. She can work her way out of any locked room and I doubt she'd talk to anyone if she was forced to talk to that someone," Sugarcoat said.

"Yeah...," Smallfoot said groaning. "Okay, well what I can I do? I want to make her happy, but I don't know what to do!"

Smallfoot slammed her back against the wall, and she slid down onto the ground, landing on her behind.

"Why do you want to make Sour happy? I understand you not wanting to see her upset, but it seems like you're kind of, obsessed with her. Actually not kind of, you seem very obsessed with her," Sunny Flare replied.

Smallfoot slowly turned her head to look at Sunny Flare and sighed.

"I suppose I am a little obsessed. But its only because I want to make her happy. I just want to see her smile again, I want to hold her hand as we walk along the sunny beaches, hold her while we stare off into the stars... letting her know I'm always there for her..."

Sunny crossed her arms and looked at Smallfoot with a smug grin. Smallfoot just revealed something that Sunny didn't expect, but she found it quite... interesting.

Smallfoot looked back down at the rest of the girls who were all giving smug grins to the big Gobot. Smallfoot stared at them back.

"Um... what are you staring at?"

Sunny raised a brow, "Smallfoot. Do you like Sour?"

"Uh...", Smallfoot said, "Well, of course I do. Why wouldn't I?"

Sunny put her hands on her hips, still holding that smug look on her face. "Smallfoot. Do you like Sour? And by like, I mean as in like like her?"

"Um, I uh, oh, uh...", Smallfoot stammered. She didn't even notice it but she was blushing and she was rubbing the back of her head.

Lemon squealed in joy, "I knew it! You love her, you love her, you love her!"

"Lemon!" Smallfoot yelled.

Lemon halted and froze when Smallfoot yelled. But the others weren't fazed by her yelling, they could see it coming a mile away. Once Lemon was silent again, the girls looked back at Smallfoot.

"You sly dog, I didn't know you had it in you," Indigo said, bumping Smallfoot's arm with her elbow with a cat grin on her face. Smallfoot just blushed all the way more.

"How come you never said anything about that before?" Sugarcoat said.

"Smallfoot did talk about this before, but only with us," The Guardian Flip Top said, interrupting them.

"But why only them?" Sunny asked.

"We Guardians are friends, a family. We protect each others secrets, and we say nothing about them to anyone else unless that person says we can or do," Pathfinder replied. "And as you all now know, Smallfoot is not really on the straight side."

Smallfoot blushed some more. Why were they talking about this?

"Its true. In my past, the only people, and bots for that matter that I've dated were girls. I honestly thought they would hate me for it, but, they don't," Smallfoot said.

"But how come you never told us this?" Indigo asked.

"Because I don't know everything on how you think. And besides, I know there are some races out there that kind of... look down, on bots and humans like me...", Smallfoot sinked her face into her arms.

She waited for a reply, but felt a warm hand patting her knee. She raised her head up so her eyes were looking and she saw a smile come on Sunny Flare's face.

"You don't need to be ashamed dearie. Its quite alright, its what makes you who you are," Sunny Flare said.

A glimmer of hope came to light in Smallfoot's soul, and she gave a small smile in return.

"Thanks Sunny."

Sunny nodded with a friendly smile in return. But before she could reply, Sugarcoat interrupted.

"While this is only an interesting turn of events, I think an explanation is due for why you like Sour," Sugarcoat said, crossing her arms.

Smallfoot's eyes widened a bit, "Oh, that, uh..."

"You don't have to worry dearie, you're secret is safe with us. Our lips are sealed," Sunny Flare replied.

Smallfoot wanted to believe her, but just knowing that some of them weren't so quiet about things was hard to believe. Knowing that Lemon was a bit of a blabbermouth, Indigo could barely keep any secret because it was so obvious to pluck one out of her, and Sugarcoat is brutally honest with everyone so how could she keep a secret?

"I don't know, just knowing all of you and from what I've seen with you guys...", Smallfoot droned.

"I promise to keep this only with just the people in this room, along with the Guardians," Sugarcoat interrupted.

"Me too big rig," Indigo replied.

Lemon didn't say anything, but instead a giggle formed on her face. Smallfoot glared.

"Lemon..."

"Okay, okay. I promise," Lemon said.

Smallfoot sighed, "Very well then. I guess I should tell you why. Remember the Friendship Games?"

The girls nodded.

"Well, when we were standing around at CHS, during the party, that's when I first saw Sour. I didn't know what to think at first but when I saw her she was just... beautiful. The way her hair is colored like cherries, the streak of cyan in her hair looks like fresh mint, and her eyes... her own eyes sparkle like the stars in the night..." Smallfoot sighed.

Sunny giggled, "Sounds like you've been keeping your eye on her for quite a while."

Smallfoot nodded. "But it wasn't just there. When I talked with her in the hallway the night before the games actually started, I felt like... well, for the first time in my life I was happy. She understood me, she respected me for who I was, someone who appreciated my own talents and my skill, and she wasn't mean to me about what happened to Gobotron. I thought from there maybe I could possibly ask her out but... I wasn't sure how she'd feel. I already am a mess as it is, I... I didn't need to make things awkward between us if I asked her out."

Sunny nodded, signaling her understanding of what Smallfoot said.

"So... you really like her?" Sunny asked.

Smallfoot nodded.

"You really want to be in a romantic relationship with her?"

Smallfoot nodded again.

"And you want to make her happy?" Sugarcoat asked instead.

"I do, very much. You don't know how much I want to make her happy," Smallfoot said.

Sugarcoat's face continued to express no emotion. But a smile slowly creeped up on her face.

"I think I can help you," Sugarcoat said.

"Me too," Indigo replied.

"You have my support Smallfoot," Sunny Flare replied.

Smallfoot turned her head to look at Lemon Zest who kept a grin, "You going to help?"

Lemon nodded, "I'll totally help you out dude."

Smallfoot smiled, "Thanks girls. I really appreciate it."

"And we'll help you out too Smallfoot," Sparky interrupted, standing behind the girls. A few other Guardians spoke up too, all of them saying their agreements in lending a hand.

Smallfoot nodded, "Thanks but, what help can you guys give?"

Good Knight raised a finger, "We can make sure no Renegades or fugitives interrupt nor hurt you on your date. We'll make sure they stay out of your way, and out of sight."

Smallfoot gave a smile to the British Guardian, "Thanks. I appreciate it. But how am I going to ask her out? She probably wouldn't want to be seen with an 8 ft robot. Especially one that looks like me."

"Maybe we can go visit Professor Von Joy. I'm sure he can lend a hand," Street Heat said.

"You sure he can help?" Smallfoot asked.

"Come on, we could use any help we can get," Sunny spoke up.

Smallfoot's eyes darted from side to side, contemplating the idea. It didn't sound like it'd be a good idea bringing in another bot, but the Professor did many great things for the Guardians. Maybe he could help them with this situation.

"I suppose we can go visit him. But he's on the other side of Canterlot City," Smallfoot said pointing to the door.

"That's not a problem for you is it big rig?" Indigo asked.

"No, its not. And I'm not a big rig," Smallfoot said, "Come on Guardians, lets go."

Smallfoot turned around and walked towards the garage door and pulled the crank to open the door to let them leave. Smallfoot converted into truck form, and the rest of the Guardians began to convert as well. Arms folded up, heads tucked into place, and feet slammed together connecting as one single piece.

Lemon stared at the back of Smallfoot, eyes gazing towards the gleaming chrome bumper on the back of her truck form and giggled.

"Nice bumper," Lemon giggled.

"Really?" Smalfoot groaned.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll try to stop. Now lets go get some help so you can give Sour... the 'ride' of her life," Lemon snickered.

"You're such a child Lemon!"

"You're gonna let her ride you?" Lemon said bursting out laughing.

Smallfoot didn't respond this time, but instead her tires swerved and skidded along the ground as she sped out of the garage door and into the street sliding against the road, creating some more skidmarks into the road. Lemon freaked when she saw how violent she went going into the street.

"Lemon, there's a time to joke, and then there's the time to be serious. That wasn't the time to make jokes," Sunny sternly said.

"Oh come on it was funny!" Lemon protested.

"No, it wasn't," Sugarcoat said as she passed on by Lemon's red face. This was going to be a long day...

Insecurity

Author's Notes:

Oh, so many jokes, so many innuendos... Smallfoot has become the butt of Lemon Zest's innuendos.. what am I doing with my life? What is wrong with me? And I thought Lemon Zest was crazy.

Smallfoot led the group of Guardians into the city as they traveled down the road going on their way to find the building belonging to Guardian Professor Baron Von Joy, one of the smartest Gobot scientists they had. All they had to do was find his building and they could begin.

Smallfoot drove faster than everyone else, and everyone was having a hard time catching up with her. They weren't even sure if she was either in a hurry or mad because Lemon made another inappropriate joke. And during the car rides, Sugarcoat sat with Sunny Flare inside of Good Knight, and Indigo rode with Lemon Zest inside of Street Heat.

"She's moving faster than normal isn't she?" Sugarcoat asked.

"That's what she said," Lemon snickered over the radio.

Sunny rolled her eyes.

"Smallfoot is probably moving faster because someone couldn't keep their mouth shut and stop making inappropriate jokes about her," Sunny replied, gritting her teeth together.

"Come on, it was funny!" Lemon protested through the radio.

"Lemon, you need to control yourself. Its fine to joke once in a while but you can't take a joke too far. That's what we've discussed," Sunny replied.

"Don't worry Sunny. I'm gonna find a comeback for Smallfoot to use on her, I'm sure she'll shut up once she uses it," Sugarcoat said.

"Come on Sugarcoat, nothin's gonna stop me. Oh, oh, I just got one! You think Sour will want to see... the junk in Smallfoot's trunk?" Lemon snickered, "Oh wait, she doesn't have a trunk. Oh yeah, she's a truck. That's not gonna work... Oh! You think Sour will want to see a tape of Smallfoot putting herself through a car wash? I bet she'll find Smallfoot washing herself just sooooo sexy...", Lemon snickered.

"Its comments like that that make me question just what we're doing with our lives," Sugarcoat said to Sunny Flare.

Sunny Flare held a hand on her face as she shook her head.

"I suppose there are stranger things we can be doing right now at the end of a Friday... None come to mind," Sunny Flare replied.

"You think we'll be able to help Smallfoot get together with Sour?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I'm not too sure about that. For one, what if her boss finds out? I can only imagine how well that'll go if he finds out she's dating a human. And I'm not even sure if Sour likes Smallfoot in that sort of way. But maybe we can find out if she does," Sunny said scratching her chin.

Out of nowhere, Smallfoot's truck form began slowing down and she pulled over to the side of the street into a curb to park on. The other Guardians stopped to see her stay in place. She didn't say anything, she didn't make any sound, she just sat there.

"Smallfoot? Are you okay?" Sunny asked through the radio.

"Sunny, can I talk with you?" Smallfoot asked. "Alone?"

Sunny looked out the window, staring at the red truck that was parked with an unsure look on her face.

"Um... sure dearie. Give me a second," Sunny said. She stepped out of Good Knight, and Good Knight's car door slammed shut. "You all go on ahead, we'll be there soon."

"Very well dear," Good Knight replied.

The Guardian cars and helicopters and planes took off into the city, leaving the blue skinned girl behind with the pickup truck. She watched the group speed off into the city, before turning herself around to look at the Guardian that was parked. She walked towards the truck and a door opened up for her to sit inside. She climbed in, and slided over to the driver seat.

"So, why did you just stop?"

The car door on the other side slammed shut, and Sunny could hear the locks lock up. This was a little concerning...

"Um... dearie? Why did you lock the doors?"

Smallfoot said nothing, but instead was silent for a moment.

"Do you think I have a chance with Sour?" Smallfoot asked through the radio.

"Well--"

"Do. You. Think, I have a chance... with Sour?" Smallfoot gritted her teeth.

Sunny took a moment to breathe in and out, "I do. Really, I do. Every time I've seen you two interact, I keep thinking you'd make a perfect girlfriend for her. Wait... were you listening to our conversation?"

"You mean the comments from Lemon about how ridiculous the idea of Sour and I together are, and the possibility that Sour may not like me that way?" Smallfoot snarled.

Sunny gulped. Smallfoot had overheard their entire conversation.

"Um...", Sunny stuttered.

Smallfoot sighed, "Forget it. Some bot like me wouldn't have a shot with a girl like her..."

"Don't say that. What makes you think you don't have a chance?"

"Sunny, look at me. I'm a living truck, I'm an alien from another world, and I have tons of emotional issues that I can barely keep together. She deserves someone who's strong. She's not gonna want someone who's a constant crybaby..."

"Smallfoot, don't say that. You're not a crybaby," Sunny said in a calm voice.

"Yes I am--"

"Smallfoot." Sunny said sternly. Smallfoot went silent to listen to her. "Listen, I know you may be afraid of what she might think, but you'll never know if you don't try. For all you know, she could secretly really love you but she doesn't know how to express it. Sour's never been known for expressing some of her feelings, but I think she may have some feelings for you."

Smallfoot wasn't sure what to believe. She never heard Sour express any feelings about being in love with anyone. But maybe she didn't express it because she was around...

"So... you think I might have a chance?"

"I really think you do have a chance. You just need a bit of confidence in yourself. Maybe if you asked--"

"No," Smallfoot interrupted, "I don't want to risk any embarrassment. I think its for the best."

"But, you said you wanted to--"

"I didn't finish. I meant, in my current state. I may not want to embarrass myself by being me, but that doesn't mean I can't ask her out. I need to be on equal grounds with her. In the state where I won't attract too much attention to myself. Someone she's never seen before, And I know how to do it..."

"How?" Sunny asked.

"I'll explain everything. But right now we should probably go see the Professor about this. Lets get rolling. Oh, and one more thing," Smallfoot said. "Can you please get Lemon to stop cracking innuendos on me? I'm embarrassed enough that I'm in love with a human I don't need her to make it any worse."

Sunny gave a warm smile, "I promise we'll try to get her to stop. In fact, I know Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap have a few methods to keep her silent. Not sure how long they'll keep her distracted though..."

Smallfoot's engine started again, and she pulled back out onto the street, continuing her drive.

"Why not just tie her limbs tightly and put duct tape on her mouth? Wouldn't that silence her? It worked on me."

"That's not the same thing Smallfoot. You were held hostage with a gun to your head, this is something else."

The rest of the Guardians and the girls had arrived over to Professor Von Joy's base of operations, hidden in the city as a giant skyscraper. All they had to do now was wait for Smallfoot and Sunny Flare to arrive.

The base door opened up, revealing the same red truck that had a shiny coat of red paint on it. It slowly pulled in, parking itself in front of the Guardians and the rest of Sunny's friends. The truck door opened and Sunny stepped out and the truck door closed itself. Smallfoot's arms slided out, the back folded out to form her feet, her head slided out, and the grille guard slided onto her chest.

"Sorry for the hold up guys, I just needed to talk for a second," Smallfoot said.

"Its fine Smallfoot," a Guardian said.

"Oh, I don't think Sour's gonna be happy," Lemon said.

"Don't ask, its a trap," Sugarcoat bluntly said.

"And why do you say that?" Smallfoot asked.

"You really need to listen when I tell you not to ask," Sugarcoat said shaking her head.

"Because I think Sour should be the one that... rides you," Lemon said, trying not to laugh, hinted by the snickering.

Smallfoot snarled and her foot stomped into the ground, giving a hint of a threat.

"Are you going to stop with the innuendos? They're starting to get annoying," Smallfoot hissed.

"Hey, relax, I'm just yanking your chain big rig," Lemon protested with her hands up in the air. "Although I do kind of wish maybe Indy or I was the one... riding you!"

Lemon just fell to the ground, laughing like a hyena. Smallfoot's teeth gritted and the girls shuddered when they heard a snarl from her.

"Okay. I've had enough. Indigo, any chance you can--"

"Yeah, I know..." Indigo said interrupting her.

Indigo just dragged Lemon by her feet, catching her by surprise.

"Hey, what are you doing!?" Lemon cried.

"You're not shutting up about Smallfoot, you've got to stop even if I have to be the one to do that," Indigo replied.

"Hey come on, I'll be quiet!" Lemon pleaded.

"No!" Smallfoot yelled down one hall as Indigo continued to drag Lemon, "I've had enough of your innuendo jokes! Just put tape on her mouth or something!"

"Ooh... I didn't know you were into that! You think Sour will be into that?" Lemon yelled back.

"AGH!" Smallfoot yelled. She felt her blood boiling and her face was turning red from rage and embarassment into one blend. She couldn't keep her anger in anymore, instead she just slammed her fist onto a bench where some equipment was lying on. No one flinched, but one Guardian freaked out.

"Smallfoot! I needed that!" Rest-Q yelled.

"Yeah, well, the only thing I need is for everyone to stop mocking the ludicrousness of my feelings towards a human, and I'd really like it if you all could be respectful and try not to embarrass me to a professional scientist!" Smallfoot snapped.

Their attention was turned to see a figure walk down to where the group stood. He was a Guardian like them, but his form was different from the rest of them. The cabin of the car was his head/face, the front hood of the car formed his chest, he had skinny red arms and ankles, and his feet had the back tires of the car he converted into.

"Good evening Guardians. How are you all today?"

Everyone murmured, giving a few confirmations of saying 'yes' and 'not so bad'.

"Evening Professor," Smallfoot greeted.

"Ah, good evening my dear. How are you?" The Professor said.

"Uh... not so good actually," Smallfoot frowned, tapping her fingers from both hands together. "I, uh... well, um..."

"You're fancying a date with the one called Sour Sweet, aren't you?" the Professor asked.

Smallfoot's eyes bulged out of her visor, "W-What!? H-How do you know that?"

"We're Guardians, we help keep each others secrets. Also your friend Sugarcoat called me ahead of time and explained your dilemma," Professor Von Joy replied.

"Oh, uh, okay...", Smallfoot quietly said before glaring at Sugarcoat, "Thanks a lot, Sugarbuns."

Sugarcoat merely shrugged.

Sunny spoke up, "Anyways Professor, the poor dear wants to ask a human girl out on a date but she doesn't believe her form is best suited for her. Do you have any idea on how we can get her into a more... uh, human, look?"

The Guardian scientist scratched the lower part of his cabin face, presumably his chin. He made a few grunts as he thought to himself and then he snapped his fingers.

"I think I know just the thing. Follow me," the Professor waved a hand for everyone to follow him.

The group followed the Professor down a hallway. And along the walls they could see some display cases, some of which contained old parts and relics from Gobotron, and a few random Earth items like an old computer or radio. And in some cases, there were a few photos that showed some of the Guardians together along with a few books.

Smallfoot looked at some of the items and relics that were in the display cases and gave a few smiles to some of them. So many memories were made with some of those relics, and they made so many memories back on Gobotron before it was destroyed.

The sound of running footsteps caught Smallfoot's attention, an when she turned around, there was Indigo Zap running behind catching up with the group, exhausted and out of breathe.

"Sorry I'm late guys," Indigo said.

"What exactly did you do to Lemon Zest?" Flip Top asked.

"I uh... well, you know that lounge area that Von Joy made for us? Well I tied up Lemon with duct tape and left a few strands on her mouth to get her to stop with the jokes. Sorry about that Smallfoot," Indigo chuckled hesitantly.

"You're not gonna leave her there, are you?" Smallfoot asked.

"Relax, I'm gonna come back and get her out. But I know you wanted her to stop with the jokes so I put her in a place where she'll stop. Besides I've got a television turned on in there and its got her favorite cartoons playing in there, it'll keep her distracted."

"Okay, but what about the tape that you put on her? Is she gonna be able to breathe?" Smallfoot asked, "Don't get me wrong, I do want her to stop but I don't want her dead."

"I've got that covered, I put a strand on her mouth and covered a few of the other ends making sure it stays in place. She's gonna be quiet for a bit...", Indigo said, "But I'm kinda sad though. She made some pretty funny jokes."

"I don't want to hear them Indigo, can you just keep any innuendo jokes to yourself?" Smallfoot asked.

"Of course, of course!" Indigo protested.

The group walked some more and they walked right into a laboratory. There were chambers the size of the Gobots themselves probably used for decontamination or testing, there were some work benches with tools, there were beakers and jars filled with some liquids, there was a flat-bed they could assume was for either open surgery or for analyzing substances.

"Whoa... that's a big lab you got here Professor Porsche," Indigo joked, "What are you even doing in here?"

The Professor turned to look at Indigo, and while he spoke his cabin kept lighting up, "I've been studying the Earth sciences ever since I've arrived here on Earth with the rest of the Guardians, and our other alien friends. Every chance I took, I've studied more and more on Earth's history. In fact, I've even read everything about the functions of the human body."

"Sweet," Indigo smirked.

"But what we need is a human form for Smallfoot to go in under. A disguise so she can ask Sour out without scaring her off," Sunny asked.

The Professor looked back at Smallfoot, "Hm... I think I might be able to make something like that. But I need to do one thing first."

"What's that?" Smallfoot asked.

The Professor looked back at Smallfoot, "Well if we're going to create a human form of yourself, I'm going to need full 360 scans of your body to help shape your human form. And I know how I can make you a human..."

As time went on, Smallfoot, the Shadowbolt girls, and the Guardians all helped and listened to the plans that the Professor had planned out to help Smallfoot. On a computer, they had a graphic display of 360 shots of Smallfoot's body which they could use to help design the human body of her.

And once those shots were in, the Professor pulled out some supplies and parts of machines and Sunny Flare opened up a bag of makeup supplies she used for whenever she had to go on stage performances since she was an actor. And as another plus, she brought with her materials used to make human skin for head props

The Professor, Pathfinder, Flip Top and other Guardians began constructing a body with the exact measurements that the Professor had laid out for them. Wires were being fused together, sockets were in place, springs and gears were cranked into place. Once the parts were put together to make it function, all they had to do was put metallic plating over it so they could cover the human skin over it. Plates began to cover, layers began overlapping, and the final pieces were beginning to come into place. Their creation was starting to look very close to a real human.

The Guardians stared down towards their creation all with admiration.

"It looks just like a real human. All we have to do is apply the materials to make a human skin," Van Guard replied.

"That shouldn't be a problem," Sunny said opening a bag with the supplies in hand, "Where do we begin?"

Sunny and the Professor wasted no time getting the material for the human skin onto the metallic protoform, it was the last bit of material to make this new body complete and they had to get the job done.

An hour or two passed by when Sunny and the Professor attached the final parts together. Together they had assembled a humanoid form, colored with gray skin, and covering the head was orange hair in the style of Smallfoot's. The front was slightly spiked and puffy, similar to Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest's, but it was long in the back.

Professor grabbed ahold of the body and walked over to one of the chambers. The chamber he was moving the form over looked like it was used for reanimating a corpse, or transferring a mind over to another body. There were pieces standing out for the figure's armpits to hang on, and there were a few bars sticking in between the bottom that went between keeping the feet in place.

Smallfoot watched as the chamber closed, sealing the metallic figure inside. She looked to the right and saw another chamber open up. She could only assume it was for her. But she wasn't too sure about stepping in there. She had never been tested for a lab experiment, and the very idea scared her.

She felt her metal skin rattle and shake, and she could hear it clank and clash against each other as she quivered in fear at the sight.

"Okay Smallfoot, if you just step inside, the machine will connect a few neuro-cords into your head and it'll transfer your mind into the metallic form."

Smallfoot gulped and she looked to the scientist, "Professor, are you sure this is safe? I don't want to be dead on the way transferring to the human form."

"I assure you my dear, it'll be fine. You won't feel a thing."

Smallfoot looked back at the machine and she could feel mental sweat running down her forehead.

"I'm not too sure about this...", Smallfoot shivered.

"Smallfoot. It's gonna be okay," Sunny said in a comforting voice as she patted Smallfoot's hand, "You wanted to do this. For Sour."

Smallfoot looked back at Sunny and gave one nod in return. She couldn't stop here, she had to keep going. This was for a girl she wanted to make happy. She had to make her happy, and she couldn't let her be more miserable.

"You're right. This is for Sour. I can do this...", Smallfoot said breathing in and out. She began stomping towards the chamber and he slowly walked into the machine. Her body turned around so she could face her friends, and she gripped two handles inside of the machine which was designed for the Gobots to rest onto while they were resting in there.

She looked back her friends, and watched as the machine door closed down and sealed tightly, locking her inside. Inside of the machine, they watched as some small cords extended from the inside of the machine, connecting to her head, sending a few volts of electricty through her body.

On the outside, they saw the electricity surge go through some tubes that connected to Smallfoot's tube, down to the other tube where the metallic human form was resting in. And inside of the tube where the metallic lifeform sat in, several volts of electricity began running up and down on the protoform.

"So... wait, Professor didn't you tell me there were other features with that form?" Sunny asked.

"Correct my dear. With what I've studied about the human body in mind, Smallfoot will be able to experience and feel everything the way an Earth teenager will feel. So everything that you girls feel, she'll be able to feel to. But unlike humans, she won't necessarily bleed thanks to the metallic skin I've coated her with to protect herself," Professor Von Joy replied.

"Did we even get to take a look at the final result of that protoform they put together?" Sugarcoat asked.

"No, not even me. They just asked me to give them the materials and that was it. Although I must admit, I am a bit excited to see Smallfoot as a human again," Sunny replied with some enthusiasm.

The girls all exchanged some agreeing glances.

"I'm willing to bet that's going to make things interesting...", Sugarcoat said.

"And at least Lemon Zest isn't standing here right now. If she heard what Smallfoot is going through right now, who knows what jokes she might make based on that sentence alone," Sunny Flare replied.

"I'm willing to bet she would make jokes suggesting that Sour and Smallfoot would be able to... do it," Indigo cringed.

The girls all stared off into space, not looking in any specific direction and their bodies all shuddered. The idea in their head was way to disturbing for their minds to imagine.

But they wouldn't have to worry about that for long, for the chamber holding the metallic protoform made a ding sound and the front door to it began to slide open, a cloud of steam flowing out of the tube. The girls coughed in the smoke and steam as they tried to bat away the steam from their faces.

Once their eyes were okay to look through the steam, all of their eyes bulged from their sockets when they saw the final result.

"Oh. My. Gosh...", Sunny murmured.

"Whoa...", Indigo stammered.

"I can't believe this...," Sugarcoat said.

"What? What is it?" One of the Guardians asked as they all gathered around to see the final result. Sugarcoat blinked a few times, but her expression showed she was quite uncomfortable looking at the figure since she was trying to avert her eyes away from the figure, and her teeth were gritting together.

"Even as a human, Smallfoot's rack is big."

New Look

Author's Notes:

What is it with me and rack jokes? I should stop.

And I'd like to apologize for this being a bit late
.
And the ending with Sour might be a bit convoluted, I think. But I don't know, you tell me.

The girls all gasped when they saw Smallfoot now emerging from the chamber into her humanoid form. She survived the process after all. But they only had one problem... she was nude.

The girls all cringed when they saw she was naked and they covered their eyes with the palms of their hands.

"Okay, that's something I didn't want to see," Indigo said.

Smallfoot took a few steps forward, and she winced from the cold steel floor.

"Agh, that's cold... wait a minute. Why am I reacting to it? I never felt that before," Smallfoot said.

"Professor Von Joy said that you would feel things like a regular human in that metallic shell," Sunny said, covering her eyes.

Smallfoot looked at the girls with confusion, "Why are you covering your eyes?"

"Well, uh... its not very nice to stare at a lady when she's in the nude," Sunny replied.

Smallfoot's hands went on her hips, "Don't you girls change out in the locker rooms at school?"

"Well... yes," Sunny replied.

"And haven't you all seen each other naked before?" Smallfoot asked.

"Yes, but--"

"Then you don't need to cover your eyes, I don't mind. I'm not ashamed of this," Smallfoot said, letting her arms hang.

"Are you sure?"

"Just remove your hands and tell me what you think," Smallfoot asked.

Sunny was the first to remove her eyes, hesitantly. She still wasn't too comfortable looking at someone who was nude. Indigo was next to follow, reluctantly, but the minute she got a glimpse, her head was held high and her eyes continued to look up at the ceiling. Sugarcoat was the last to follow, and just like her normal self, she didn't show much of a reaction. But all of them could agree Smallfoot was actually pretty decent as a human.

Her skin was slick gray, shining in the moonlight. Her eyes were solid dark green, and her hair was orange with it spiked up in the front a bit, and the hair extending out to her back. Her figure was similar to an hourglass figure, with her sides being a bit curvy.

"Huh... Smallfoot, dearie, I have to say for a human form you have a very nice figure," Sunny said.

Smallfoot blushed, "Y-You think I look... nice?"

Sunny nodded, "I may not have the same attraction as you, but still I have to admit, you look very attractive. I guarantee Sour will be falling head over heels for you."

"I must admit it as well, even though I'm straight," Sugarcoat agreed.

Smallfoot felt heat on her cheeks, but she gave a friendly smile back to her friends. "T-Thanks guys."

"Although it kind is a little hard to talk with you when you're standing here naked," Indigo said, not looking at Smallfoot's face, "I can only look you in the eyes right now."

Sunny turned her head and rolled her eyes when she Indigo Zap holding her head high, staring up at the ceiling. She wasn't feeling too comfortable talking with Smallfoot... in the nude.

"Can you maybe put on a shirt and some pants? I can talk with you if you're wearing clothes, but right now you being naked is kind of uncomfortable," Indigo said.

Sunny raised a hand, "Calm down Indigo. Luckily for us, I brought a bathrobe with me just in case."

Sunny opened up a suitcase, revealing to be a blue cotton wool bathrobe with her insignia on it, which had a picture of a sun hidden in some clouds. Smallfoot accepted the bathrobe, and she put it on, wrapping it around herself, keeping it secure. Indigo's eyes slowly looked, back and eventually her whole head looked back at Smallfoot to see she was okay.

"Whew, okay, good. I can look at you now," Indigo said, "Sorry. Just felt weird talking to you when you were naked."

Smallfoot nodded.

"Okay, well now that I've got a look of a human, I'm going to need your help to pass myself off as a mystery date for Sour," Smallfoot replied.

The girls gave agreeing nods.

"We'll help you in any way we can, and I believe I know the first thing to do," Sunny said.

After getting everything they needed, everyone began to head on to their separate homes. They even stopped by the lounge room and untied Lemon to get her back to her own home. But the only ones who weren't going home were Indigo and Smallfoot. Indigo wanted to help Sunny Flare find a new outfit for Smallfoot to blend in with the humans, and to wear something so she could pass herself off as a different human being to try and ask Sour out.

The trio walked into Sunny Flare's mansion, late at night. And Smallfoot was still dressed in the bathrobe that Sunny had offered her. It didn't make sense for them to take the trip back home with Smallfoot looking naked.

The three of them walked upstairs, entering in Sunny Flare's bedroom. All around, it looked like the inside of a wardrobe department of a Hollywood set. On the left side, there were several clothes all hanging on hangers on different racks, with many different pants, shoes, skirts, shirts, jackets, and so forth. There were a few dressers which contained other clothes, along with makeup, there was a mirror that had lots of light-bulbs surrounding the frame, several little makeup kits on the dresser under the mirror, and there was a small chair that sat with the desk/dresser.

As for the other side, there was Sunny Flare's bed, with a black wooden nightstand next to it, and on the night stand rested a lamp and a little alarm clock. On the walls there were a few picture frames of some famous actors and a few movie posters.

Smallfoot's eyes widened when she saw the gigantic bedroom, "That's a... that's a lot of clothes."

"I know," Sunny said.

"How, can you afford all of this?" Smallfoot asked.

"I work in stage performances, and when some of the costumes are never being used again, they allow me to keep them so I can use them again. And I have a bit of free time on my hands, I kind of took up making clothes from a friend of ours over at the Boutique," Sunny said.

"So come on, lets find you something that screams you," Indigo asked.

Smallfoot nodded. She was about to remove the bathrobe off her body, until Indigo interrupted her again raising a hand.

"Wait, wait... maybe we should find you a bra and panties first. I don't want to look at you naked again," Indigo said, her face cringing from the sheer thought.

Smallfoot slowly adjusted the robe back on her body, getting Indigo to calm down once again. She looked around, unsure of where the items would be. In the dresser? The nightstand? The humongous closet?

But before she said anything--

"Top dresser drawer, there should be some panties and bras you can use," Sunny said, pointing a finger up not looking at Smallfoot.

Smallfoot looked back for a second, questioning how she was able to sense what she was going to ask. She walked over and opened up the dresser, revealing dozens of pairs of panties and bras, all sorted and aligned in rows, patterns, and by color. The organization of them made Smallfoot's eyes bulge from her sockets.

"You've got quite the organizational skills Sunny," Smallfoot said as she looked through the drawer.

"Thanks," Sunny said, "I prefer to be clean and neat for when those come into my room."

Smallfoot looked across left and right, seeing what was available for her to use. None of them looked that good. But another thought came into her head. No one was going to be looking at her underwear, so did it really matter? She simply grabbed a bra and pair of panties, clutching them tightly in her hand. She was about to take the robe off, but then looked at Indigo.

"Uh, I'm gonna put them on, I know you don't really want to see me naked so...", Smallfoot droned.

Indigo caught on, "Oh, yeah!"

Indigo turned around, facing the other direction, avoiding eye contact from Smallfoot so she could change. She managed to put the pair of panties on, and the bra onto her body. Having lived with Sour, she taught her a thing or two about clothes.

"Okay, I'm good," Smallfoot said.

Indigo hesitantly turned around to get a look, and then turned her whole body around. While she didn't like seeing people naked, she didn't mind them in underwear as much.

"Okay, that's better. Now lets see about finding something that makes you you," Indigo said.

Sunny pointed to the big closet across from her bed, "Check the closet, there should be something in there you can use."

Smallfoot walked over to the closet and her eyes widened, followed by her arms slapping to her sides. All she was seeing was dozens of hats in the shelves in the top of the closet.

"You have 30 hats in here," Smallfoot said.

Sunny paused for a moment, "I wear all of them," Sunny protested.

"Really?"

"Yeah."

Smallfoot stared back up on the shelves, and pulled a hat out from the top. The hat had big hoop earrings on the sides, and a huge assortment of fruit all attached on the top making the hat tall. She walked over and plopped it on Sunny's head.

"You wear that?" Smallfoot huffed.

Sunny paused for a moment, thinking about what Smallfoot said.

"I wore it when I was playing Carmen Miranda," Sunny replied.

Smallfoot's hands went on her hips, "And you still need it?"

"Yes. For all I know, I may need to give it to someone if they play this character again and I might have to play the character again too. Not to mention, whenever I go to a new groccery store, I point to it and say, 'what isle are these in?'", Sunny said pointing to the hat.

Smallfoot's hand scrunched on her face, she couldn't comprehend what was told to her. She walked back over to the closet, and she looked at more items that were in the closet. She looked around some more, and pulled some belts off that were hanging.

"Belts, belts, belts... Sunny, do you need all of these belts? You have dozens of these," Smallfoot said, hand gesturing to the belts.

"I need them for different clothes and for different days. And why are you even surprised with how much I have?" Sunny asked.

"You have more clothes than Sour!" Smallfoot sputtered, "Compared to what you have, I say she's only got clothes for like... a week, tops. Literally, I've only seen maybe a few tank tops, maybe some skirts, pants, a two pairs of shorts. Half of what I've seen is the Crystal Prep uniform," Smallfoot replied.

"We can focus on that later, find something that makes you stand on your own," Sunny sternly said.

Smallfoot sighed, "You're right. I need to find proper attire for myself. I can worry about Sour's fashion later. Lets see...", Smallfoot's eyes scanned up and down all around in the closet, but mostly she was seeing nothing but hats. Nothing of value was to be seen.

She was about to speak again but--

"Slide the closet door to the left, you'll find some shirts in there," Sunny said, looking at herself in the mirror, leaving a surprised Smallfoot.

Smallfoot was about to question how she knew what she was going to say, but she wasn't going to question it any further. This was Sunny's house after all, she probably knew where everything was in this giant room. She looked through the shirts that were hanging, and kept pushing some from side to side, seeing what she had to offer.

"Lets see... no. No. No. Ugly. Gross. Whoa, that's too revealing. That just looks wrong. Uh...", Smallfoot muttered as she kept pushing shirts out of the way, eventually she came to a stop as one caught her eye. "Hm..."

Smallfoot pulled the shirt off the hangar, and walked over to Sunny Flare who was still focused on her makeup looking into the mirror.

"How about this one?" Smallfoot asked.

Sunny turned around and saw a plaid button-up blue and white sleeveless shirt, held in Smallfoot's hands. Sunny gave a smile.

"I think it works," Sunny said.

After a while, Indigo and Sunny eventually began helping Smallfoot find the right attire to make her a new person. They went through many different pairs of pants, shoes, dresses, and even a bit of jewelry. But eventually Smallfoot found the attire she was going for.

She stood in front of Sunny Flare and Indigo Zap with a smile on her face, proud of her new look.

"How do I look?" Smallfoot asked.

Indigo Zap smirked, "You look awesome. Sour won't even know its you."

"I'm not too sure though, the color scheme you have matching here seems to be a bit clear who you are," Sunny said.

"Come on Sunny, I'm sure it'll be fine. Sour won't even know it, I look nothing like I did when I was in the Friendship Games," Smallfoot replied.

"Okay, if you say so. Although, may I add two more things to you?"

"Like what?" Smallfoot tilted her head.

Sunny walked over to the desk underneath the mirror and opened up a drawer. Looking around, she pulled out two things from within the drawer. Once she had them, she closed it shut and walked back to Smallfoot and presented them to her. One was a golden necklace with a little gold carved picture of a hammer crossing over a wrench, and in the other was a pair of green tinted glasses that were spiked up near the edges, almost like ones that a rockstar from the 1980s would have worn.

"Ooh, I like it," Smallfoot said.

She grabbed the necklace and placed it over her head, getting to hang around her neck, revealing the gold image. Smallfoot then clutched the glasses and placed them on her face. Luckily the girls could still see her eyes through them.

"Smallfoot, I think you're ready," Sunny said.

"I hope so. I don't want to leave Sour more sad than she already is," Smallfoot said.

Smallfoot ended up spending the night with Sunny Flare and Indigo Zap since she couldn't return back home in her new state. Her plan would be revealed in a instant. But Smallfoot didn't even see how Sour was doing by herself.

All throughout the night, she couldn't sleep. She was too sad to go to sleep. Many thoughts were jumping around her head, and none of them were happy. She could only think about how everyone else was doing great, and she wasn't doing great at all. Half of her friends had been doing so well, and some of them had their own romantic partners. But she didn't think she was worthy. No one would want to go out with her. Why would anyone go out with someone who can barely say nice things? Why would anyone love someone who keeps snapping at the littlest of comments? Why would anyone go out with her after her actions at the Friendship Games?

In her head, she was nothing but a monster. She had been nothing but mean ever since she attended Crystal Prep, and what nice thing did she even do? Did she do anything nice to anyone? Outside of helping her alien friends from another world save her planet, nothing off the top of her head seemed like she was nice at all. The only ones that she was nice to her own friends and family, but even then she would occasionally snap at them over a comment. How were they still staying with her, they should have run from her a long time ago.

Tears formed in the edges of Sour's eyes, and she did nothing but sob quietly in her sleep. No one was deserving of her. No one needed to deal with her anger and frustration. No one needed to be with someone who constantly snaps at every little thing. Who would even like her. Who would even... love her?

Meet Big Rig

Author's Notes:

By the way, Twilight doesn't count as a violation of the challenge rules. She is being mentioned since she was originally a part of the 6 contestants during the Games.

And I'm still keeping in the rule of trying not to bring up any Transformers mentions hence all the vague terms of 'the boss'.

This chapter however is a little too short though, but I do want it to begin a buildup for the next one. Hope you all like it!

The next day, on a bright and sunny Saturday morning, Sour Sweet went for a walk out in the sun for some fresh air. She had some time to kill for a bit, and she had already finished her homework on the Friday night so she could do what she want. She wore a pink tank top, with a green skirt that had a diamond and heart graphic on it, and she wore green boots as well.

And as she walked, Indigo Zap and Lemon Zest eventually found her and walked with her on the way. Indigo Zap wore a yellow shirt with an indigo cloud shooting a lightning bolt graphic on it, blue jeans with running boots, and she wore fingerless gloves on her hands. Lemon Zest wore a pink tank top with a graphic of lemon slices, yellow short shorts, and black sneakers. And the group made conversation as they walked. Sour had no idea what the girls had done, and she didn't know what Smallfoot had planned for her. But it didn't help that Sour wasn't sure where Smallfoot went. She never saw Smallfoot in the driveway, and her father had the only other car so she basically had to either walk or call someone to leave. But she chose to walk and eventually Lemon and Indigo caught up with her when they saw her out in the town.

"Girls, did Smallfoot say where she went? I looked in the driveway, and the garage, she wasn't there," Sour said.

Indigo's lips drooped, she didn't think about making an alibi to cover for her.

"Oh, that, well, she's uh... Well..."

"She's getting her rack and her bumper scrubbed," Lemon joked, trying not to snicker.

"What?"

"What Lemon is saying is Smallfoot is getting diagnostics run on her and she's gonna be going out looking for fugitives. The boss called her again," Indigo said.

"Oh, uh, okay..." Sour said somberly, staring down on the ground.

"Dude, what's got you down?" Lemon asked as she observed the sad expression on Sour's face.

"I... I don't know Lemon, I... " Sour didn't want to tell the others about how she was feeling. Knowing them, they'd probably go to some over the top level to try and set her up with someone. No way she was doing that again. But maybe she could give away just a little bit about how she really felt?

"I...I guess part of me is still thinking about the Friendship Games," Sour began, "And with everything that happened in the last one."

"Aw, don't worry about that," Indigo said sounding chill and calm.

"How can I forget about that? After blackmailing one of our classmates just to win a stupid game...", Sour sighed, "I don't see how I can forget what we've done. Especially after we were so horrible... why would anyone want to still hang out with us after what we've done..."

"Sour, dude, come on," Lemon said, hanging an arm around the yellow-skinned girl, "We at least did what we could to fix our mistakes. We stayed and kept people from being killed, we made up with Twilight, and we won a battle all on our own. You shouldn't be so focused on that man."

"I can focus on whatever I want Lemon," Sour snarled.

Just then, Indigo's cellphone went off. She pulled it out, and looked at the screen revealing who the caller was. Instantly she knew who it was.

"Excuse me for a sec girls," Indigo said.

Indigo walked behind the group a distance long enough for her to speak. She held the phone up to her ear and began whispering.

"Okay, I'm with Sour and Lemon. I'm gonna see about getting her to meet us with at the mall," Indigo whispered.

"Understood. We have Smallfoot here, and she's ready for when Sour gets here. All we go to do is try and get them alone, get them to interact with one another," Sunny whispered into the phone.

"Of course. See you then," Indigo said before hanging up.

Indigo slowly walked back up with the group, standing next to Sour's left.

"Sorry, my dad was checking in with me. Anyway, you uh... want to come with us to the mall? I know Sugarcoat and Sunny will be there," Indigo said.

Sour sighed, "I suppose so. I don't have anything else to do today."

"Sweet! Come on!" Indigo said, beginning a jog off ahead.

Over at the Mega Mall, Sugarcoat, Sunny Flare, and Smallfoot all stood together awaiting for when the other three would show up. Sunny Flare wore a purple shirt with a graphic of a sun hidden behind a cloud, a short black jacket, a blue skirt, and blue boots. Sugarcoat wore a yellow short-sleeved button up shirt, with a graphic of a colorful stick of dynamite on the pocket protector, black jeans, with white sneakers, and a bracelet on her left arm.

And standing next to Sunny was Smallfoot in her new attire and look. Thanks to Indigo and Sunny's efforts, they spruced up Smallfoot's look to make her unrecognizable.

"Thanks for the help Sunny, I really appreciate what you're doing for me," Smallfoot said.

"Its not a trouble at all dearie. But I should point out one particular thing as a safety warning. Something that the Professor pointed out to me," Sunny began.

"And what's that?"

"Be careful with extremely hot materials. The Professor said your human skin won't be strong enough to stand against extreme heat so, say if someone smushes your face into a pan while its cooking on the stove, it will most likely burn some skin off of you revealing your metallic form. You won't be killed, but your identity will be revealed faster than you can say 'goodnight Gracie'."

"I think her identity will probably be revealed fast enough, her own voice makes it obvious," Sugarcoat said.

"I don't think...", Smallfoot began to speak, but she came to a halt. Wait a minute. Her voice was still the same as her regular voice. Sour could recognize that voice anywhere. She didn't even think about that.

"Oh, shoot! I forgot about that, oh, what do I do? What do I do!?" Smallfoot freaked.

"Smallfoot!", Sunny said, grabbing her by the arms, "Just calm down. We think this through, you can still pass yourself off. But you'll probably have to be silent when you try and talk with her..."

Smallfoot's fists clenched a bit, but she stopped to take a breath. So one thing wasn't planned out, no matter. They can work around it.

"Okay, I can do it. But I don't think that's going to do so well if I can't talk back. I'm going to need a pad of paper and a pencil," Smallfoot said.

Sugarcoat pulled out a pencil that was hanging on her pocket protector and passed it to Smallfoot's hand who clutched it tightly. Sunny Flare followed that up by pulling out a small pad of notebook paper used for waiters to take down orders and gave it to Smallfoot.

"Thank you girls, that's gonna help out. But, there's something else. I don't have a name for my disguise, and I don't exactly know everything there is to dating Sour. Do any of you have advice?"

"I have a few things I can tell you. For one, never discuss the topic of Crystal Prep's reputation, Principal Cinch, wrestling, Miraculous Burnout movies, Plumhouse Studio horror films, and unicorns. She doesn't like any of those topics."

Smallfoot raised a brow, "Okay I understand not bringing up Crystal Prep, but why wrestling?"

"Sour just found out wrestling isn't real," Sunny said.

"Its not real!?" Smallfoot said, "Aw... Wait, what is it about the Plumhouse Studio movies? Why doesn't she like those?"

"The Paranormal Tracking series, Night of the Noose, and Gardener's Grave. She also hates that they have the audacity to compare Night of the Noose with such famous horror icons. Ugh, even I don't like how they stooped to that degree...", Sunny said.

"Understood. In fact, I even sat through Night of the Noose, it was dull, cliche, not scary, and the twists weren't even good twists," Smallfoot replied.

"I know, right?" Sunny said.

Smallfoot nodded, "But getting back to the main topic at hand, is there anything else I need to be aware of about Sour?"

"Yes. For one, if she's mad, don't say anything to set her off even more," Sugarcoat replied.

"Sugarcoat, considering I won't be saying anything at all to pose as a date, I don't think they'll be a problem."

"But I'm only telling you this for safety purposes," Sugarcoat said, "And as for her interests--"

"She likes 1950s songs, going to the gym, archery, 1980s cartoons, her favorite food is cheeseburgers with a side of fries, she'll accept any gift you give her, and she'll always need to know you're always there for her," Smallfoot interrupted with a smile on her face.

Sugarcoat's finger drooped, along with her jaw, "How do you know that?"

"I've spent enough time with her to pick up a few things about her, and I've spent more time with her than you realize," Smallfoot said.

Sugarcoat and Sunny gave a few understanding nods.

"Okay, well as for what she likes in a girl--", Sugarcoat began.

"She wants someone who's strong, sweet, always has her back, and knows that she is the boss if ever they decide to get... intimate," Smallfoot cringed, while shuddering. "But I'm all on board with the first things, I can get those down."

"Okay, but you'll need to know some other things. If you two actually do manage to stay together long enough, she may want to get... intimate, with you," Sunny cringed, "And she um... she does like getting intimate. I mean, really... likes it."

Smallfoot raised a hand, "I've already read and researched everything on that subject, lets move on."

"You still need to know this. If you do ever make it into the bedroom, she is in charge. She's the dominant one, not you. You do what she says, and you'll be fine," Sugarcoat said, "However just watching your friendship with her alone, I think that might change and maybe you might be the one in control."

Smallfoot rolled her eyes. Did she really need to know that? That was way too far, and she still needed to start with the first stage.

"Understood. Anything else?"

"Nope, I believe we've covered everything," Sugarcoat said looking to the side, eyes widening, "And she's coming here right now."

Smallfoot stayed quiet after that, for when she moved her eyes, there was Sour, Indigo, and Lemon entering her peripheral vision. Smallfoot felt her heart pounding when Sour came near. This was it. No backing down now. She could do this.

"Morning girls," Sour said.

"Morning Sour. How are you on this fine morning?" Sunny asked politely.

"Fine, I guess. Have any of you two seen Smallfoot? She didn't return home last night and she wasn't in the driveway this morning," Sour said.

Sunny and Sugarcoat's eyes bounced back and forth at each other, and then back at Sour.

"Uh... no, we haven't," Sunny said.

Sugarcoat shook her head as well, confirming what Sunny said. Sour just groaned and scrunched her face. Hopefully Smallfoot wasn't out getting slaughtered or hurt by any of their enemies.

"Well... if she does come back, tell her to call me please?" Sour asked.

"Right away dearie. Oh, and uh, I'd like to introduce you to our new friend," Sunny said, gesturing to Smallfoot who stood on her left.

Sour looked to the left and looked up and down on Smallfoot's new look. Smallfoot wore a plaid blue buttoned-up t-shirt, which was tucked into blue short jeans. Smallfoot also wore red boots, red fingerless gloves on her hands, a golden necklace around her neck with the hammer crossing the wrench, and the green tinted 80s glasses on her face.

"Oh, uh... hello. I'm Sour, and uh, you are?" Sour began.

Smallfoot said nothing. She knew her voice would give herself away, so the only thing to do was to stay silent. Instead, she gave a warm smile and wink to Sour.

"Um... is she--"

"I apologize, she lost her voice a few years ago. She's a bit on the mute side," Sunny said, "This is Big Rig. She worked with a trucking company for a bit, and now she's here in Canterlot finishing the rest of high-school."

"Oh, okay... I guess," Sour began.

Smallfoot pulled out the pad of paper, and the pencil that was given to her by Sugarcoat, and she wrote a note into it for Sour to see.

Are you okay? You seem kind of down.

"Oh, I'm... I'm okay, I'm just... You don't want to know," Sour replied.

Well if you do want to talk, I'm always open to listening. I'm a pretty good listener.

Sour sighed, "Thanks, I guess-- Wait. Why are so interested?"

Smallfoot gulped with fear, she was about to be found out. But luckily for her, she had thought out a few responses ahead of time, just in case she asked a few questions that were highly specific.

I don't like seeing people when they're down, I don't think anyone should be sad.

Sour raised a brow as she read Smallfoot's response, but eventually the unsure look went away.

"If you say so...", Sour said.

The other girls looked at Sour and Smallfoot in awkward silence, all four them were a little unsure of how this situation was going to turn out. For that matter, they were a bit worried that Sour was going to find out who Smallfoot was any second. They had to think of something fast.

"Say, uh, how about we check out a few stores? I've got my eye set on the new video game, Psuedo-lings," Indigo said, rubbing her hands together, with a smirk.

"I don't see why not. Just don't have us stay there for several hours like last time," Sour said.

"No problem, it'll be in and out," Indigo said. "Come on!"

Indigo led the group away to go on over to the video game store, all the while they continued to chat amongst themselves. But during their walk, Sour stayed silent the entire time and kept her eye on this new girl. Something about her seemed strangely familiar. Was it her appearance? Was it the little tidbits of personality she displayed when she briefly talked to her? Or was there something else hidden underneath that pair of glasses...

Wanderer

Author's Notes:

Honestly when it came to trying to pick a name for Smallfoot's disguise, Big Rig was all I got. I was thinking of trucks for a few hours and looking at trucks, and that's the first thing that came up. Plus I think it matches a bit since she does actually turn into a truck.

At least she isn't Large Marge. Right?

As the girls continued to stay grouped together as they walked around in the mall, all of them were in deep conversation with one another, discussing their big plans. And as they walked, the girls were beginning to notice Sour was still being pretty quiet, she barely said a word. It didn't even seem like she was interested in talking with

"Come on dudes, we've got to coax her to talk with Smallfoot," Lemon whispered.

"I fail to see how that will be possible since she doesn't seem the least bit interested," Sugarcoat replied back.

"Maybe we just need to get them to do something that will get them to talk with each other," Sunny replied. She made a quick glimpse behind seeing Sour and Smallfoot still walking side by side, but Sour was still not looking to the girl right beside her.

"But what can we get them to talk about?" Indigo asked.

Little did they know, Smallfoot had thought something out. With the pad of note paper in her hand, she wrote a question busily with her pencil. Once she finished writing it, she tapped Sour's shoulder getting her attention. Sour looked to the note that was written onto the paper.

Are you okay? You seem pretty quiet.

"Oh uh, I'm fine. I guess...", Sour said unsure.

Are you sure? You don't sound okay.

Sour sighed, "I suppose I should be honest. I'm not doing so well. I guess I've been feeling a bit... lonely, I guess."

Smallfoot gave a concerned look.

How come?

"Well, I... I rather not say."

Okay. But if you change your mind you're welcome to talk to me. I'm a pretty good listener.

Sour read the last note in a jiffy and gave a nod in return, "Thanks."

Smallfoot watched as Sour turned her head forward, still looking a bit sad. What could she do to cheer her up? Smallfoot thought, and thought, and thought and then she had an idea.

Hey Sour? You want to know what I do whenever I feel a bit down?

"Um... sure, what is it?"

Smallfoot made a hand gesture, urging her to follow after her. Sour wasn't too sure, but she followed after anyway. What was she going to show her?

Smallfoot took Sour a few more steps and they found themselves entering in a diner with a sign that read 'Oldies Of The Old'. From the outside, there were a few neon lights hanging on the sides of the windows, the floors were checkered with white and black boxes, and there was lots of chrome on the bar table, along with red cushioned seats along the windows that showed the outside of the mall.

Whenever I get a bit sad, I always go for a milkshake here. You like milkshakes?

"Oh, very much so," Sour replied with a friendly smile.

Then allow me to buy you one. Its on the house.

"Um, uh, Big Rig, you don't need to--"

Sour. Its on the house.

Sour stopped protesting. I guess it wouldn't hurt to get a free drink from this new person. Although it did seem strange to get one from a complete stranger. Should she be concerned?

Sour and Smallfoot both moved towards the bar countertop and took their seats. The man working behind the counter saw the two girls take a seat and he offered them both a friendly smile.

"What may I get you two ladies today?" The bartender asked.

Smallfoot wrote on her little piece of paper and presented what she had written to the older man behind the counter.

"A chocolate shake and a minty cookie cream shake. I take it you're the silent type?" The man asked.

Smallfoot gave a nod.

"Very well sweetheart. Coming right up."

Sour paused, and stared back towards Smallfoot.

"How do you know my favorite shake?"

Smallfoot felt her heart fall into the pits of her stomach when the realization hit her. She was posing as a complete stranger to try and ask her out on a date, and yet she did something that would raise suspicions. She had to think of a lie and quick. But what to say, what to say?

You seem like the kind of person that likes minty shakes. Also Sunny told me that was your favorites when we were talking about favorite drinks and food and such.

Sour raised a brow. "Why would they talk to you about that?", Sour said. She paused for a moment to catch herself. She was being rude to her guest. Not to mention this girl was buying her a drink.

"Not that I'm judging, of course..."

Smallfoot just shrugged.

Don't know. I end up talking about a lot of weird things with people.

"I see... but anyways, thank you. I really needed something sweet."

Smallfoot smiled back and winked.

"So anyways, uh, tell me a bit about yourself. I want to get to know you a bit more," Sour said keeping her attention locked on Smallfoot.

Smallfoot went straight for her notepad to write down what she was going to say. Smallfoot was stuck for a few moments when coming up to think of something. It had to be something simple and something that wasn't going to be suspicious.

Once she wrote down her few notes, she presented it to Sour with the warmest of smiles.

Well I grew up over in the south part of the US, and my father worked with a trucking company. And so after I grew old enough to drive, I thought about doing some trucking jobs for a bit.

Sour Sweet nodded, "Okay but what made you decide to come down here to Canterlot?"

I've been out on the road a whole lot. I wasn't sure where would be a good place for me to settle down. I've traveled from road to road, basically wandering around until I find a place to call home.

"So... you're a wanderer," Sour replied.

Smallfoot gave one nod and a wink. Before Sour could say something else, she paused to hear a song play over the cafe. A smile graced her face. She recognized the exact tune and beat of that song.

"Oh... Oh I love this song! You know The Wanderer?" Sour asked

Smallfoot gave a grin and a thumbs up.

I love this song too!

The two girls bobbed their heads up and down to the beat of the song. The song itself was an oldie from the 1950s, and Sour enjoyed a majority of songs from that time period. The style, the beat, the lyrics, the passion put into the singing, it was an absolute thrill to listen to the song.

"Cause I'm a wanderer, yeah a wanderer...", Sour quietly sang to herself.

Smallfoot was entranced by Sour's singing. Her voice sounded like pure heaven from above, like the sounds angels singing sweet sweet harmonies.

It was at this moment, Sour had the most adorable smile on her face. She was actually having a good time. She looked so at peace with herself. So relaxed, so calm, so happy, so beautiful... and so adorable...

"Hey Big Rig?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot froze in place and shook her head violently to wake herself up. She almost forgot she was gazing off into space.

"You're uh... you're new here, right?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot gave a confirming nod.

"You mind if I... show you around? Like here in the mall, I've got a few favorite spots you might like."

Smallfoot grinned and raised a thumbs up.

"Perfect! After we pay for our shakes, I'll show you around. I know a few spots you'll like. That is if you still want to..."

Smallfoot clutched her sheet of paper and wrote down her response, eliciting a smile from Sour.

I'd love to look around here. And who else to do it with other than a new friend of mine?

Sour just gave another cheery smile. Her sad day was beginning to brighten up a bit. She would have to thank her friends for introducing this girl to her, this girl seemed kind of cool. Even if she was a mute one, she was still looking like a very cool girl.

Back with the rest of the girls, three of the four of them were standing around waiting impatiently as Indigo kept eyeing the different video games within the store. They were getting bored with her really quickly since she wasn't making a decision.

"Indy, dude, come on! Can we just go? I need my milkshake man!"

"Cool it Lemon, I'm just looking one last time!" Indigo huffed.

"That's what you said half an hour ago," Sugarcoat replied.

Sunny sighed, "Well hopefully we can get there soon. I wonder if Sour-- OH MY GOD, she's gone!"

Indigo and the others looked behind and noticed the thing that was amiss. Sour and Smallfoot were gone. They never came with them when they followed behind. Where did they go?

"Well, where did they go?" Lemon asked.

"I don't know, they didn't leave a note!" Sunny said.

"This is why we can't keep an eye on them. Just like with the children I was babysitting, or Sunny's little sister that Indigo was looking after, or even when we lost Lemon's dog," Sugarcoat said.

Lemon's eyes widened and her eyebrows furled, "You lost Raffles!?"

"Only for five minutes. He was apparently getting interested in the pug," Sugarcoat said.

Lemon gritted her teeth, "So I can't even trust you girls to watch over my dog? Poor Raffie..."

"Girls! I think there's a bigger problem right now. Smallfoot is alone with Sour, with no plan, and there's a chance Sour can find her entire plan in a matter of seconds," Sunny said.

"But where would they go?" Indigo asked.

All four of them paused to think. Where could they have gone? There was a movie theater just up the stairs, but there wasn't any way Sour would have gone in to see a movie with a total stranger. The video-game arcade? No, total stranger. Hair salon? No, she liked her hair fine. The only other place she would have interest is...

"The 50s diner," Sugarcoat said, realizing their fault.

All four of them looked at each other with worried looks and dropping jaws.

"CRAP!"

"You see, this is why we can't leave each other alone with girls we just built in a lab." Sugarcoat said shaking her head.

Old Childhood Memory

Author's Notes:

Okay, change of plans. The uh... later, fic might have to wait til I'm older.

Also, references, beware!

Frantically running through the malls like a gaggle of jaguars, the four girls ran from place to place trying to find where Sour and Smallfoot had ran. Leaving them alone was the worst possible thing they could have conceived, and they had to find them fast.

"I told you you should have watched them!" Indigo said.

"Me? It was your turn to watch them!" Sunny replied.

"I'm the one who got the gum out of Smallfoot's hair!"

"What do you want a medal, it was your gum that got in her hair!" Sunny retorted.

"Can we just shut up and find them!?", Lemon snapped.

"Okay, okay, we'll find them! Sheesh," Indigo said.

"But how do we even find them?" Sunny asked as she kept moving her head side to side, trying to find where the two girls went.

"Well if we were a romantically depressed girl with a love for 50s and 80s pop culture and an metallic alien from outer space that has a love for 1980s pop culture who has the hots for that girl, where would we be?" Sugarcoat asked.

All four girls scratched their chins and pondered to themselves. Where could they have gone? Where would a pair like them have gone off to? But in the middle of their inquiry, all of their heads arched up with a disturbing image that had been created in their heads.

"It just occurred to me how ridiculous our situation has just become," Sugarcoat said.

"Not to mention, how disturbing the way you described Smallfoot and Sour together like that?" Sunny asked raising a brow.

Sugarcoat just gave a nod, "Yep."

The girls were boarded back into their train of thought, contemplating where the two girls could have ran. Where could they have gone? And in the middle of their thinking session, Lemon snapped her fingers.

"The 50s diner, that's Sour's favorite spot. Didn't we tell Smallfoot that it was her favorite place?" Lemon asked.

"Yes, we did. But why would--" Indigo began.

"Lets go!" Sunny yelled.

Sunny began a running start through the mall, leaving the others behind in question. Sugarcoat looked at Sunny running for a second, and then looked back at Indigo and Lemon and shrugged with her shoulders and an unsure look. Without saying another word, she began to chase after Sunny who began the run.

Indigo and Lemon gave each other a stare before Indigo smirked.

"First one of us there is the queen of the squirrels!" Indigo yelled as she charged off.

Lemon gave a look of shock, "Hey! I'm the queen of the squirrels!"

Lemon then ran after Indigo Zap with a crazy grin on her face.

The girls kept on running through the mall, but every once in a while they had to stop due to people in the way, kiosks to avoid and even trying to avoid being spotted by a few mall cops. None of the 4 of them wished to be put under arrest or hauled into a police office. But every once in a while they had to run back due to one of their friends tripping over someone's feet, sliding over a wet floor even though an obvious wet floor sign was visible, or someone fell into a stand and ended up knocking off some of the items on the stands.

After 4 minutes of running, the girls halted in front of the 50s diner. This was the place they were gonna be.

"Good, we're here. Hopefully they haven't left this place," Sunny said catching her breath.

"Most likely they have since some of us failed to see the obvious 'wet floor' signs on the ground," Sugarcoat huffed.

"Hey! Your body was in the way of the sign, I couldn't see it!" Indigo said.

"Are you sure those goggles of yours are clear? You have to be blind with a blindfold if you couldn't even see the sign," Sugarcoat said.

Indigo snarled at Sugarcoat and her nostrils were flared. Pointing a finger she said, "Don't even start with me, four-eyes."

Sugarcoat just looked back at the building, unmoved by Indigo's insult. Looking through the window, her eyes kept moving around, looking in every inch and every corner that she could see inside.

"Well one thing's for sure. They're not here," Sugarcoat said.

"And how do you know that?" Indigo asked.

"We're looking for a girl with red hair and skin so gray it looks like she never saw the sunshine. She'll stick out like a sore thumb," Sugarcoat inquired.

"But if they're not here, then where are they?"

The girls weren't going to have much luck in their quest to search for the two girls since they were going to places that the girls wouldn't even know to look in. They didn't see where they went to this time.

Smallfoot and Sour stood in front of a display glass that stood by the front door of one of the stores in the mall. From the window, they could see several different knick-knacks and items displayed. There were old computers, comic books, records, old gaming consoles, and so much more. From the window, it looked like the store housed items from the 1980s.

"Promise you won't tell Lemon this but uh... I kind of like 1980s knick-knacks. And music... and toys. The 80s had great things, I'm not really liking much of our modern things," Sour replied.

Smallfoot just simply winked at Sour, making her smile.

"Come on, I think you'll like what they have inside."

Smallfoot grinned and followed after Sour inside of the store. Once they walked inside, Smallfoot's eyes widened in shock to see what was inside. This was a nostalgia store for the 1980s! There were posters on the walls, display cases housing different VHS tapes, comic books, books in general, gaming consoles, old game cartridges, and so much more. The walls were stylized in many different streaks of color, there were signs hanging from the ceiling pointing to where which items were to help customers, and the cashier desk had a display case with some of the items in the store under some lights.

Smallfoot's jaw dropped when she saw what was inside the store. Sour looked back with a smile.

"Amazing isn't it? Some of our greatest pop culture from the 1980s is right here in this store," Sour said.

Smallfoot's eyes weren't even looking at Sour. She was too busy looking at all of the knick-knacks inside the store.

"Come on, let me show you around. The manager gets pretty ticked off if you just stand there and drool at everything like a dog," Sour said.

Smallfoot snapped out of her shocked state and followed Sour to look around. What was inside the store that Sour liked? What drew her to this place? Who knows. And hey, maybe there was something of her childhood that drew her to this place. Maybe there was something worth buying that she could save as an anniversary gift. If they even made it that far. Even if they didn't, there would still be something worth buying to get her as a birthday or even a Christmas gift.

The pair walked through a section of the store where there were several VHS tapes on for sale, all at very low prices. What a stroke of luck! All of them were divided up into different categories, all going by their different genres, in alphabetical order.

Smallfoot's eyes went left to right as she read in her head the names of all of the movies that were shown. So many movies, so many episodes of cartoon and television series to be seen, so many to pick from!

Smallfoot stopped when one film in particular caught her attention. She pulled the VHS tape off from the shelf and examined it with a grin on her face. The title it read was Dawn of the Aliens, with the words expanding on the top of the VHS along with a picture of a woman holding a little girl in one arm, while a long range military weapon hung on a strap on her shoulder, and surrounding her was a bunch of gigantic eggs, presumably alien eggs.

Sour turned around and looked at the video cassette she was eyeing.

"Oh, Dawn of the Aliens? You like that movie?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot grinned and pulled out the wad of notepad paper to write on it again.

I've wanted to see it for such a long time. I heard all of the positive reception this movie had back in its time and it seems pretty interesting

"Oh okay," Sour replied.

Smallfoot grinned and put the VHS tape back on the shelf. She turned to see Sour walk off to another section of the shop. Where was she going off to?

Smallfoot followed closely behind, and Sour freezed in place when she saw Smallfoot coming her way.

"Um... oh, uh... Big Rig, can I ask you something?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot gave a nod.

"Okay, um.... can you please keep a secret?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot grinned and gave another nod.

"Promise? This is something very personal and... if any of my friends found out, they'd start calling me names. Nerd, mostly," Sour replied.

I promise I won't say a word Sour, not that I can. Your secret is safe with me.

Sour sighed, "Thank you."

Sour led Smallfoot over to a the left corner of the store, and Smallfoot could instantly see what was displayed. On the walls in some little packages, were toys. But these toys looked like they were never opened, never brought out, all mint-in-box. But there were other details about the toys that could be seen. These toys were robots, but not like regular robots. These robots looked like they could be converted into vehicles. All in different shapes, and colors, and sizes. And all of them were in little individually wrapped packages with big labels that said Mighty Morphers!

Smallfoot tilted her head as she looked at the old toys, and let out a small mute giggle. It was scary how much these toys looked just like the Guardians and the Renegades.

Sour rolled her eyes, "I know, this is pretty stupid that this is my secret."

Smallfoot shook her head and wrote down another note on her piece of paper.

I don't think its stupid at all

.

Sour's spirits seemed to brighten up, "Y-You don't?"

Smallfoot shook her head still grinning.

I'm a bit of a nerd as well. Its not a bad thing. But if I may ask, how come you like these toys?

Sour paused for a bit, "Oh, uh... I... I rather not say."

Oh come on, you can tell me. Its okay. I won't judge.

Sour raised a brow to the plaid-shirted girl, but she came to an agreement. This girl was mute, she wouldn't be able to tell them anything from her own mouth. Plus she seemed kind enough. But maybe a little too kind...

"Okay. I'll tell you. But if I do, you have to swear to keep it a secret. Or else I'm gonna tell the girls about the other movies you were looking up in here. I saw you looking at some of the movies that were higher than Rated R. "

Smallfoot just blushed a bit, but gave a grin and a nod in return.

"Okay. I... I like these toys because they take me back to my childhood. When I was a little girl, I only had my dad to look after me after my... mom, died."

Smallfoot's heart fell into the pits of her stomach. Sour's mother was gone? She never said anything about having a mother. All she was ever told was that she lived with her father and that was it. She never received an indication that she even had a mom to begin with.

She had no idea of what to say, so instead, she wrote one simple response.

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

"Its okay. You didn't know. But, getting back to my story. A few days after my mom died, my dad and I weren't really speaking much after she passed away. I don't even think he knew how to talk to me after that. But one night, I saw my dad was up, and I couldn't sleep, and he was watching an old cartoon on TV. So I ended up sitting with him and that's when I was introduced to his favorite show from the 1980s. He told me it was his favorite from when he was a little kid and I ended up watching it with him, and I kind of liked it. After a while, we started to communicate some more and... that's when we became a family again. So... I love these toys, because they take me back to when my dad and I... started to become a family again."

A small tear ran down Sour's face, just thinking back to that old memory. Oh how sweet the memory was of back then when she worked things with her father once again.

Sour was taken back into reality when she felt a smooth finger wipe away the tear from her face. Looking to the side, she saw Smallfoot flinch back out of fear along with a small glimpse of her blushing. Sour just let out a small giggle.

Smallfoot turned herself back around and gave a nervous smile to Sour. Did she go over the line with wiping the tear from her face?

"Don't worry, you're fine. I... I actually kind of appreciate that," Sour blushed.

Smallfoot blushed once again. She felt her cheeks just heating up from talking to her.

Sour looked at the toys once again, and she walked off to another part of the store to look around. Smallfoot however had other ideas. She walked towards the shelves where the toys were hanging and looked up and down. Maybe she could buy one of these as a gift for her? But which one should she get, and for that matter, how much did they cost?

She eyed the prices that were shown below, and her eyes widened.

4 bucks?, Smallfoot mouthed to herself. How could these toys be that cheap? Toys that were made from decades ago would have to be outrageously high for those trying to find them. Or for that matter, these could only be found on auctioning websites with just as crazy prices. How come they were low here?

Smallfoot carefully stepped away from the toys on the shelves and walked over to the man standing behind the counter.

"Can I help you, Ms?"

Smallfoot looked to the side of her to see if Sour was looking. She was distracted by something else that caught her vision. Good, now was her one chance to speak.

"Okay. Can we keep this conversation down? I don't want her to hear my voice and I'm supposed to be mute."

The man raised a brow, "I'm not going to question why, but please continue."

Smallfoot nodded and continued to whisper, "Okay. I have to ask, how come the Mighty Morpher toys over on the shelves are low priced? They're old toys, how come they're not high priced?"

The man chuckled.

"Several customers have been asking me that for a while. I've been wanting to get rid of some things to make more space for some of my other knick-knacks, and you don't exactly sell much if you have the items at prices too high. So I've set the toys at a low price to make them sell like hotcakes. You have some interest in those toys?"

Smallfoot gave a nod.

"I have. I was contemplating maybe buying some of those as a gift for my friend, the girl with the cherry hair, but I'm trying to keep it a secret. I'm not sure when I'll be getting her a gift, but, is there any chance you can put them aside so I can get her one?"

The man gave a smile, "Tell you what. Seeing as how there's finally someone who's got interest to take care of them for me, I'll keep them in the back and make sure that you be the person to pick them up. You can pick them up at any time, I'll make sure they won't get picked up by anyone except for you."

Smallfoot grinned.

"Is there anything else I can do for you today?"

Smallfoot looked back to double check on her surroundings, "I'm not sure. Right now I'm just looking around with my friend."

"Okay. But if you have any other questions, feel free to ask me. I'm here all week," the man asked.

"Thank you sir. I really appreciate it."

The man gave another smile and Smallfoot walked off to go meet with Sour again. What was she eyeing this time? She walked over to Sour and looked at the little book in her hands and she saw what she was reading. A colorful comic book with pastel colored ponies in it.

Sour paused and her eyes widened when she saw Smallfoot behind her and closed the comic book with a slam.

"I wasn't reading a comic book!" Sour said quickly.

Smallfoot just tried to stifle a mute giggle, but she managed to coax up the energy to write another note.

I take it you like comic books too?

Sour nodded, "Please do not tell Lemon that either or else she's gonna be teasing me all week about it."

Smallfoot gave a thumbs up and a wink.

Sour looked around some more, "This store's got some good stuff this week, but I don't want to waste my money. I don't have a lot on me. Want to go to another store?"

Smallfoot nodded.

"Perfect."

Sour put the comic book back down and began walking out of the store with Smallfoot. The store owner waved them goodbye, and Smallfoot gave a wave goodbye back to the manager with a smile. What success! She found herself a gift to give to Sour. But when would be a good time to do so? When would be a good spot to give her the gift?

Either way, she was still continuing to hit it off with her. Just hope she can keep it up long enough to ask her out on a date.

Movies

Author's Notes:

I am so sorry for not getting this out. Work's piled up and I didn't give this one enough love it deserves. So, lets get back to our fluff!

Also, I think I might be getting closer to the actual date section, but I want to make sure this isn't rushed. Do you guys think it is? Because I'm keeping these short around to in between 30,000 to 40,000 words. Although based on how the story is going, it may be a bit longer.

Sunny Flare and the rest of the girls continued to try and find where Sour and Smallfoot had ran off, but they weren't having any luck at all. The two girls were having a good time by themselves, and Smallfoot was hitting it off with Sour acting as a mystery human.

After an hour of searching, the four girls ended up sitting together over at a food court by themselves. They weren't going to have any luck finding those two in a place like this, especially with so many people around. And at their table, Lemon and Indigo were gnawing away at burgers, Sugarcoat just ate out of a Chinese food box from a Chinese food joint, while Sunny just kept pecking her fork at her salad. She was in no mood to eat.

Lemon stopped to look at Sunny's sad look, "You gonna eat dude? You look like you're about to starve to death."

Sunny sighed, "I'm afraid I have no interest in eating right now. I'm too worried about Smallfoot and Sour right now. They're off on their own and for all we know, Sour could have found out about Smallfoot's plan and Smallfoot's heart could be broken."

"I know you're worried, but we can't do anything right now. We've searched everywhere, and they've been gone for a while," Indigo replied before taking another sip of her milkshake.

Sunny just continued to play with her food. At that point, she just wanted to make sure the two girls were okay and neither one of them were hurt. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of her own phone buzzing in her pocket. She pulled it out and her eyes widened and a smile grew on her face.

"They're okay!" Sunny said with delight.

"Are you sure they're not dead yet?" Sugarcoat asked.

"No, they're fine! Sour said that she was showing Smallfoot, ahem, Big Rig around the mall. She said they were gonna go get something to eat here in the food court."

"Are they doing anything else?" Sugarcoat asked.

"Well... she says she's planning on joining the rest of us momentarily. Then once we're done eating we can go to the movies," Sunny replied.

Sugarcoat darted her eyes to the left, a sliver of maroon hair entered her view. She turned her head all the way and saw Sour Sweet and Smallfoot walking towards the group with smiles on their faces, and food in their hands.

"Hello dearie. Where did you go?" Sunny asked.

Sour Sweet and Smallfoot took seats down at the small table the group with their food. On Sour's plate there was a small cheeseburger, with a few fries in another little package, and a small minty cookie milkshake. In Smallfoot's tray, she had herself a burger as well along with some small chicken nuggets and a small shake.

"Big Rig and I walked around for a bit. Just hanging out, that's all," Sour said as she took a sip of her drink.

The four girls gave each other confused looks. Sour was... happy? An hour ago, including several days ago she was as sour as, well, Sour! But now she was bright and cheery. What changed?

"Sour, are you sure you're okay? Since when are you this happy?"

Sour rolled her eyes, "I'm just happy today Sugarcoat. Its nice to calm down and relax from school. So... what movie are we gonna go see today?"

"Well that's the problem, I don't know," Sunny said. "I've looked at what was available, and there are only three films that are interesting. Coconata is this animated film about a Polynesian princess, Goodnight Gracie is a horror story following a demon that attacks people in the dark, and Blocked is about this one about a demon that attacks her former friends during an internet chat."

"They all sound terrible," Sour said.

"Oh come now dearie, surely there must be one that interests you. I know there are other films, but I know you have no interest in those."

Sour sighed and took a moment to think. What was the one that seemed the most interesting out of them all? Which one would she rather see that wouldn't bore her and keep her on the edge of her seat? And most of all, which one wouldn't make her want to strangle the directors for the atrocity she might sit through for wasting her money?

"I suppose I have a bit of interest to see Goodnight Gracie."

The girls were shocked to hear Sour's response.

"Are you sure you want to see that movie? I heard its pretty scary. You sure you wouldn't want some company with you?"

"I. Don't. Get. Scared."

Indigo just backed off, not wanting to argue with Sour any further. But before she could say anything, she watched Smallfoot scribble something down on another piece of paper and present it to Sour.

Alright if... I can sit with you to that film? I've actually had a bit of some interest to see it.

Sour looked back to Smallfoot who had a nervous smile on her face. But Sour just giggled and smiled back.

"I wouldn't mind at all. I'll pay," Sour said.

No, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Let me pay.

"Big Rig. You paid for my shakes and my food, its the least I can do. Okay?"

Smallfoot just shrugged and backed off. No need to argue about money. If she wanted to pay for it, just let her pay for it.

Sour looked back to her food and continued to eat. She didn't even see the other smiles on the girls faces. They were getting along, and it didn't sound like she found about Smallfoot even when she was left alone with her. Maybe her plan was going to work. And if her mood was as bright and cheery today because of her, then maybe she could make her happy.

Once the girls finished their food, they rushed off to go straight to the movie theater. They couldn't miss their movie, or else they'd have to wait for several hours, or go see it on another day. They just had to go, they had nothing else to do for the day, so this was something they couldn't miss it.

They stepped inside and stood in line to get the tickets for the film they wanted to go and see. Sunny clutched the tickets for the film that Sugarcoat, Indigo, Lemon and herself were going to see, while Sour and Smallfoot got their tickets for the horror film.

Just before they were going off into their seperate ways again, Sunny halted Sour to speak to her.

"Dearie, can I talk to you in private real quick?"

"Um, sure, of course. Big Rig, you can go on in. I'll be there soon," Sour said to Smallfoot before going to talk with Sunny Flare in complete privacy.

Once they found a spot alcove with little to no people around, especially far from the rest of the girls so they could talk in complete privacy.

"So, uh... what did you need me to talk about?" Sour asked.

"Well I wanted to ask if you were doing okay. I know I bothered you about this before, but you weren't looking so good in the last week, and now suddenly you are more happy than I've ever seen from a single day at Crystal Prep. Are you sure you're alright?" Sunny asked.

Sour wanted to say no, but she was right. Her mood has been more happy today than any other day of her life. There was no denying it.

"Well... okay. I should probably tell you the truth. I wasn't alright. I was kind of sad seeing you all so happy with your relationships, and... I guess part of me was jealous that most of you had someone to love and... I had no one."

Sunny rubbed Sour's shoulder with a frown, "Oh Sour... I'm so sorry, I didn't know. But, wait, if this is how you were feeling, how come you didn't tell us? We would have talked to you if you were feeling sad."

"That's the other thing. I didn't want to sound... stupid. I honestly felt stupid I was feeling like this, and I didn't want you all to think what I was feeling was stupid."

"Dearie, nothing you feel is stupid. If you were feeling sad, then its okay. You can tell us these things if there's a problem."

Sour smiled, "Thanks Sunny. I'm sorry, I just... I didn't know how to talk about this."

"Its alright," Sunny smiled again.

Sunny wrapped her arms around Sour and pulled her in for a warm hug, and patted her back. Sunny could feel Sour calming down.

"So...", Sour said as she pulled out of the warm embrace, "Is there any advice you can give me? I kind of need some advice."

"Sure dearie, what do you need?"

Sour gazed back to check if any of the other girls were watching them. No sign, perfect time.

"Okay, I... I kind of, like... Big Rig." Sour blushed.

"Okay...", Sunny said unsure.

"No, I mean... I really really like her."

Sunny raised a brow, "I'm going to need some more context Sour."

Sour groaned, "I think I'm in love with her, okay!?"

Sunny's eyes widened, "Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hold on, are you sure? You two just met several hours ago! How can you be sure you're really in love, this could be just a simple crush."

"I... I guess it is. But, I don't know. When I was with her, I felt... happy. I felt like I could open up to her about anything, and she wouldn't be mean or snap at me. I... I don't even know anymore. I don't even think she's gay like me," Sour said.

"Actually dearie, I think she is."

Sour's eyes widened, "Huh?"

"She was surprisingly open about being gay. But getting back on topic here, I don't think you should rush into this. I think you two still need to find some common ground. Find some more common interests, find things you like to do together. That's the first thing, you need to find things in common with each other. You need chemistry."

Sour thought in her head. Sunny did raise a point. She was jumping the gun a bit early on falling in love with her. Maybe she did need to spend some more time with this chick. After all, they did just meet. It was probably for the best.

"You're right. I'm gonna wait until we find some ground. But until then, you can keep that a secret from the girls? I don't want them to know I fell in love this... fast."

Sunny smiled.

"I promise dearie. This will remain between us. If you need any advice or help whatsoever, you can come talk to me."

Sour smiled again, "Thank you Sunny. I really appreciate this."

The short haired girl gave another smile and nod, "Not a problem. Now go, go see your movie. In fact... I think Big Rig has been waiting for you all this time."

"Huh?"

Sour looked back and saw Smallfoot was still standing near the doors leading to their screening room. She was patiently waiting for Sour to return.

"She waited for me... she's... you think she--"

"Sour. Don't make assumptions. I'm sure she's waiting as a polite friend... for now. Just go enjoy your movie with her."

Sour smiled again, "Okay. You're right. And I hope you enjoy your movie too. Is our sleepover still on?"

"Yes it is. After the movies, we go back to my house for a sleepover."

"Perfect. See you after the movie," Sour grinned.

"Enjoy your movie," Sunny said just before Sour walked away to go to Smallfoot.

Smallfoot stood waiting by the door, and a warm smile came onto her face when she saw Sour return.

"You waited for me? You didn't have to," Sour said.

Smallfoot took out her pad of paper and she wrote another note.

It would be rude to go in without you.

"Aw, that's so sweet of you," Sour cooed.

Smallfoot couldn't help but blush.

"Shall we go in?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot nodded. With a smile, Sour walked with Smallfoot into the screening room to go see their movie. All the while Sunny and the others watched them go in.

"You think they'll be okay?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I'm absolutely positive they'll be alright."

"You sure they won't start making out in the theater? I remember doing that with my ex-girlfriend, and oh boy... the manager was pretty mad," Lemon blushed.

"Knowing Sour... yeah." Indigo said nonchalantly.

"We'll see when they exit out. Hopefully they won't be in the nude when they leave," Sugarcoat said.

Not saying another word, the girls walked into the other screening room to go see their animated film. But all Sunny could think about was what Sour told her. She was already in love? No. She couldn't be. She was with this girl for a few hours, this couldn't be too quick. No worry, she'll interact with her some more. Maybe they have more in common than they may know. They just needed to be left alone for a bit. Hopefully she wouldn't find about her secret identity...

The Movie Theater Experience

Author's Notes:

I think I'm jumping the gun a bit with the romance here. Again, first time writing OFFICIAL romance so any thoughts or suggestions would help me.

Also more references! WEIRD ONES TOO! See if you can count them all.

Inside the theater, Sour and Smallfoot took their seats along with containers of popcorn and a few bags of candy with them. Luckily for them, there wasn't a lot of people in the theater which was a huge delight to them. No noisy or obnoxious people to annoy them.

And as they sat in the theater watching the many commercials and advertisements that flickered and boomed at them, Sour couldn't help but keep on staring at Smallfoot. She didn't look at her before but now that she was staring at her, she looked downright beautiful. Her reddish-orange hair looked like a crimson waterfall that flowed behind her head. Her green shades look like the minty green leaves that would be the secret ingredient for mints. And her gray skin... her gray skin reminded her of the shiny chrome that would gleam in the light on cars. But would she be okay to go on a date? Was she gay like her? Did she... love her?

She snapped from her thoughts when Smallfoot turned her direction and she immediately turned back, her cheeks turning red with embarrassment. Smallfoot couldn't help but stifle a little giggle. She was so cute when her cheeks turned red as red velvet cake.

But Smallfoot had something else on her mind. She wanted to make a move to ask her out, but how? She couldn't just ask abruptly out of nowhere, that would come off as desperate and creepy. Maybe she needed to wait a little more? Maybe make a few subtle moves now and then?

Looking at whatever options were available, she pulled out that same notepad and wrote some more, presenting it to Sour.

Hey, uh, Sour. Can I uh... I can share something personal with you?

"Um... sure, Big Rig. I wouldn't mind. You scared?" Sour teased.

Smallfoot just smiled and rolled her eyes.

No I'm not. But uh... I kind of have something personal about me. I'm not sure if this is a right time to say it, but... I thought maybe, if I tell you now, it could give you something weird to think about if the movie scares you.

"Okay, sure, what is it?"

Okay, I'm uh... well... do you promise not to judge me?

Sour looked back to Smallfoot's face who looked a little concerned. But she simply offered a friendly smile.

"Big Rig, I promise I won't judge you."

Smallfoot took a moment to breathe in and out. This was her one chance to possibly start something beautiful. But would she be okay with it?

There was no going back now. It was now or never.

I... I like the ladies.

Sour looked back at Smallfoot with a neutral face... for a few seconds.

"Really? That's all you were worried about?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot turned away with a sad look. She really irritated her now. Sour looked at Smallfoot's sad look and took a moment to realize her mistake.

"W-Wait, I didn't mean it like that. Big Rig?"

Smallfoot looked back halfway, unable to bring herself to look back. She was too embarassed to even speak to her.

"Big Rig, I promise I'm not mad at you. I was only surprised that this was what were worried about. Being gay isn't a problem to me. I'm alright if you like the ladies," Sour said.

Smallfoot slowly turned herself more and more closer to look at her friend. There she could see a glimpse of a friendly composure on her face.

You sure?

"Big Rig, don't worry. I promise I'm okay with it. I actually think its kind of cool."

Really?

Smallfoot's eyes widened under her glasses.

"Yes, I do. Truth be told... I'm uh... I... I like the ladies as well," Sour said, blushing harshly.

That's alright by me. Honestly, I'm kind of glad.

Sour was almost sent back in shock. "Really?"

Smallfoot nodded.

To be honest, I'm glad I have someone else to talk to who kind of shares a similar view to me. I don't really find anything attractive about men. At least with women, we have a lot more in common.

Sour huffed, "Tell me about it. Half the men I went out with weren't interesting. They were also giant perverts who just wanted in my pants."

Smallfoot gulped and shuddered in fear.

That sounds creepy.

"Yes it is. Very much so."

Sour and Smallfoot remained in silence for roughly 10 seconds after her last comment. Neither knew how to keep the conversation moving from there.

"But um... I'll admit, I've never gone on an actual date. With a girl, I mean."

Oh, uh... neither have I.

Smallfoot blushed and went for a sip of her drink.

"Right. So uh... I know this seems a little out of nowhere but... would you be interested in, going out on a date?"

Smallfoot choked on her drink and performed a spit-take, launching over a few chairs in surprise. Unfortunately in the few seats in front of them there was another couple sitting there, both of them flinched from the burst of liquid that launched on them.

"Hey! Take your spit launches outside would ya?"

Smallfoot sunk down in her seat, embarrassed.

"S-Sorry... I didn't mean to surprise you there," Sour giggled. "I just wanted to know, if you were interested in going on a date."

Smallfoot, pulling herself together, pulled out the same pad of pencil paper that fortunately didn't wind up becoming damp.

Isn't it a little early to think about dating? I mean we met only just today. Shouldn't we take some time to get to know each other? I'm not saying no, but I just think it should be good if we got to know each other some more.

Sour nodded, "No, you're right. A healthy relationship can't just start out of nowhere. How about this; maybe we can take some time to study each other a little more, and if we're both happy, we go on a date. Sound good?"

Smallfoot pondered for a moment, and she gave a grin and a thumbs up.

"Perfect!" Sour grinned, "Its a deal."

Smallfoot smirked, and looked forward and nudged her shoulder.

"Oh the movie's about to start. Perfect!"

Both girls got comfortable in their seats and prepared themselves as the movie began...

With the rest of the girls, they wound up going to sit through a superhero sci-fi movie instead. The tickets to see the Coconata movie had run out, and so they had to go see something else instead.

"Remind me again why we're going to see this? This doesn't look like it'll be any good," Sugarcoat asked.

"Come on, its gonna be awesome. The first movie was awesome, and the sequel's gonna be awesome too."

"That's what you said about The Tale of Endless Story 2."

"That was one time! Besides, the reviews said this one was awesome," Indigo said munching on her popcorn.

"Very well. But if this is bad, I'm walking out of the theater," Sugarcoat huffed.

"Girls, come on, this is gonna be awesome. Its got a cute baby alien and a hybrid racoon, how can anyone not like that?" Lemon squeed.

Sugarcoat just rolled her eyes, "I hope Sour and Smallfoot are having more fun than we are."

"You think they're gonna start making out yet?" Lemon asked.

Sunny stared back at Lemon unamused, "No. Look I talked with Sour and gave her advice on how to properly ask a lady out, and I highly doubt they're going to make out in the theater. Would you do it out in public with dozens of eyes watching you?"

Lemon shrunk in her seat, "No..."

"Exactly my point. Now lets just enjoy the movie. I do hope it'll be exciting," Sunny said taking a sip of her drink.

Both movies had began to run at the schedule they put in, and the separate groups began to sit and watch. Sour Sweet and Smallfoot were starting to enjoy the movie. And there were times it made Sour jump a bit.

But halfway in the movie, the imagery started to get pretty spooky and it made Sour's skin shiver. She said she could take it, but this wasn't what she had in mind. Maybe this movie wasn't worth losing a good night's sleep.

Smallfoot turned her head and she saw how Sour was looking. She couldn't stand to see her frightened. What could she do?

Looking at whatever options she had, she moved her hand over on top of Sour's, and held her hand. She felt warm skin touching her and looked to see Smallfoot offering a friendly smile along with a note.

Its okay. I'm right here with you. And if you want, we don't have to see this. I don't mind if you don't want to see this movie anymore.

"Its... its okay. But... can I just hold you?"

Smallfoot smiled, and allowed Sour to hold her hand as they continued to watch the movie. Her hand felt warm, and the feeling was starting to calm herself down. Her feeling of fear was slowly fading away, and it was beginning to be replaced with the feeling of happiness.

Sour looked back to Smallfoot and she offered a friendly smile as she held her hand.

"Um... Big Rig?"

Smallfoot looked back to her, and Sour whispered.

"Thank you."

Smallfoot couldn't stop smiling and simply gave a grin and a nod.

All throughout the rest of the movie, Sour's fears were continuing to go away knowing that her new friend and possibly date was right by her side. This was going to be a start of a new relationship...

After the movie was over, the two of them left still with smiles on their faces. Neither one of them were scared nor mortified with the scary images in the film. They were too lost in their own minds with the happy thoughts of being in a relationship with one another.

And they stood by another screening room as the rest of their friends were exciting theater with a different blend of expressions. Lemon Zest looked like she had been crying with the tear stains on her face and the trembling lips, Sunny Flare looked mortified, Indigo looked pumped and full of adrenaline, and Sugarcoat was... well she still had no expression as her usual stance, and she looked pretty stiff.

"So... How was the movie?" Sour asked.

Lemon Zest bawled her eyes, "That ending... that was so sad... and yet, it was so beautiful..."

"So... much... death..." Sunny stammered.

"It was freaking awesome!" Indigo cheered as she pumped her fists in the air.

"I thought it was okay," Sugarcoat said. "What about you two? You look like you had fun."

"Actually... we did. We were literally on the edges of our seat, it was so cool!" Sour said.

Smallfoot grinned and winked her eye.

"So, shall we go home then?" Sunny asked, trying to put herself back together.

"Yes... I need something with fluffy puppies to get that out of my head..." Lemon cried as she led the group away.

The girls followed Lemon as they were leaving the theater to go to the car. But as they walked, Sunny continued to observe Sour and Smallfoot together. They were still holding hands. Were they beginning to get closer? Were they official yet?

She closely walked to Sour and stood on her left while Smallfoot was on her right.

"Um... Sour, can I talk to you?"

"Oh, uh... sure," Sour blushed, realizing she saw her holding hands with Smallfoot, "Big Rig, do you mind if I...?"

Smallfoot nodded and stepped forward, allowing Sunny and Sour to talk in private. Once she was out of hearing range, she spoke up.

"Are you two together?" Sunny asked.

"What? No, we're not. Yet...", Sour whispered, "Look, we uh... we kind of admitted we're both... lesbians."

"I see... but have any of you two made any moves for starting official dates yet?"

"No, we haven't," Sour shook her head, "But I am thinking of asking her out, as soon as we find some common ground. Is... Is that okay?"

Sunny paused to think about it, "I... I suppose so. I haven't worked with a pair like you and Big Rig. But I suppose you're right. Just interact some more, get to know more about this girl, and maybe if you two have enough chemistry to spark a fuse, then I say you can date to your heart's content."

Sour squeed at the very thought, "Yes... Oh, s-sorry. That was..."

Sunny giggled, "Its fine Sour. Look, just find a little more about her, and I'm sure you two can have a good time on a date."

"You're right. Now come on, they're getting far ahead!"

Sour raced off to catch up with the girls while Sunny Flare followed after. Once again, so far, so good. They were still hitting it off... even if they were jumping the gun too much. They just needed to get to know each other some more. Who knows? Maybe they have more things in common than they realize. Maybe their chemistry was perfect enough they could start dating right away. Only time could tell...

Sour Nightmare

Once everyone made it back to Sunny's house, everyone got dressed in their PJ's and were getting on with slumber party activities. Most of the time they were playing truth or dare, playing games, eating cookies or watching a movie. But either way, they were having a blast and a half.

And throughout their slumber party, Smallfoot still couldn't keep her eyes off of Sour. She was too excited about going out on a date with her. This girl was okay with going out on a date with her, and she wanted to date her very much. This was too much excitement she could barely contain it.

"Okay, Big Rig. Truth or dare?" Indigo asked.

Smallfoot scratched her chin and snapped her fingers. She wrote another note down.

Truth.

"Alright. What would you say, if you found out, that giant robots from outer space, have been living in this town, among all of us?

Smallfoot just raised an unamused brow and wrote down another note.

I actually already know about the giant robots. Sour showed me pictures of her and her truck.

Indigo's finger drooped, "Oh... I see. I thought it would be kind of funny if you didn't know and I wanted to see you freak out."

Smallfoot just shook her head, still unamused and scrunched her face with her fingers. She rubbed the top of her forehead, going in little circles, trying to comprehend what was just said to her.

"Yeah, I know how you feel there," Sour said patting Smallfoot's shoulders, "But yes, I did show her pictures of me and Smallfoot together. And also she told me that she saw reports of giant aliens living among us here in Canterlot. I'm just surprised she didn't have a bigger reaction."

Smallfoot just shrugged and wrote down another note.

This honestly isn't too big of news to me. I've seen exploding birds, magic killer turkeys, internet ghosts, hangmen who have no reason to kill people, killer clowns with intercoms for mouths, and doctors who've sewn people together in the most disturbing position that they would probably be dead upon awakening in said experiment. This kind of pales in comparison.

Indigo and the girls all awkwardly stared into the minty green optics of Smallfoot. She made quite an... interesting, list to say the least.

"That seems oddly specific," Sugarcoat stated.

It is what it is. Now, who's turn is it?

"Oh, me! Me me me!" Lemon called out, "And this time, Sour has to answer this."

"Alright, alright, ask away," Sour said.

"Truth... or dare?" Lemon asked.

Sour scratched her chin, "Truth."

"Being risky tonight, aren't you?" Lemon wiggled her eyebrows.

"Yes, yes I am. Now come on, ask away," Sour asked.

Lemon cleared her throat, "Who was... the worst boyfriend you had?"

The girls all turned their heads to look at Sour who had zero reply. Her face remained neutral, and she didn't give an answer. She didn't have anything to say, nor any response. Immediately their happy moods swung around to worried.

"Sour? Are you okay?" Lemon asked, "Did I go too far?"

Sour cleared her throat and took a deep breathe, "No... you didn't. This is Truth or Dare, so I should probably tell you guys the truth."

"Um... you know, I can ask you something else if that's too far, it sounds like you've been holding something back," Lemon said.

"No, Lemon. I... I can do this," Sour said trying to breathe in and out. "The worst boyfriend I had was... Steel Blade."

The girls gasped.

"Him!?" Sunny stammered.

"Y-Yeah... he was one of my ex-boyfriends. "

Smallfoot blinked and looked at the girls with confusion.

"Oh, uh... Sour, is there any chance you can tell Big Rig who Steel is?"

Sour nodded and turned to look at Smallfoot who gave a worried look.

"Steel Blade was the last boyfriend I had before I decided I was done dating for a while. He paid no attention, he never had any time to spend with me, and he..." Sour felt a lump forming her throat just trying to talk some more, "he..."

"Sour?" Sunny asked.

Sour sighed, "I don't want to talk about this anymore."

Sour just hugged her knees tight, and Indigo patted her shoulder.

"Hey, its okay. If you don't want to talk about it, we don't have to. We don't want to remind you of anything bad," Indigo said with a warm voice.

Sour nodded and composed herself back together, ready to continue playing the game with her friends. Smallfoot, despite not showing any signs of worry, was feeling very worried. It sounded like there was much more going on with this former boyfriend than what she was telling them. Did she do something horrible? No, it couldn't be. She described him being the jerk in this situation, and besides, Sour couldn't be horrible. She was cute as a button and she was actually a very sweet girl, how could she be nasty? Sure she got a little grumpy at times and a little mad every now and then, but she didn't have that attitude every waking hour of her life.

But wait. An epiphany formed in her brain. What if the boyfriend really did do something bad? Did he do something to push her to the edge? Did he not give her the attention needs? Did he not offer any of the love that she deserved?

Either way, this was something she had to know. She had to find out. If she wanted to go out on a date with this girl, she needed to know what to do. She couldn't repeat any of the same mistakes as her previous dates, she just couldn't. If she wanted to go out with this girl, she needed to be treated with the respect she deserves, the love she needs, to know she's always by her side whenever she needed her. This was a mission she couldn't fail.

As the night went on, one by one everyone began yawning, sending the message that maybe they all needed to call it quits for the night. So all of the girls moved over to their beds and mattresses, getting ready to fall asleep for the night.

But as for Sour Sweet, her sweet dreams were turning dark and twisted and cruel...

Sour Sweet found herself in a void, surrounded by darkness. The only source of light was the one above her body, and everything around her was nothing but darkness.

"Big Rig? Sunny? Where are you?"

Sour's own voice echoed in the void, until something else called to her, sending shivers down her spine. A voice. Not just any voice. A voice belonging to a male, and one she hoped to never hear again...

"Hello again, dyke."

Sour whimpered when she heard that cold voice, "Steel..."

A figure emerged from the darkness with a pair of scarlet eyes and a mischievous evil grin, and the only visible features that she could see was the pair of monster eyes that were facing her.

"Why did you come here? Just leave me alone..." Sour said.

"You know why I'm here. You can't run away from who you are... or what you've become. You know you won't get anyone to love you... you've got nothing but anger flowing within you..."

Sour's fists clenched tightly and she felt her heart pounding against her chest.

"No... that's not true... I know I'm not," Sour stammered.

"Oh... but you know you are. You're nothing but a monster... an entity filled with rage... and anger... an endless emotion that continues to flow through your body. Your friends know your true colors, and they know you will spend the rest of your life alone... you will NEVER get a girlfriend..."

Sour's head suddenly began ringing, pounding against her skull. She screamed, clenching her head and falling to her knees as the sounds of his words continued to rattle and echo in her head.

"Leave me alone! Make it stop!" Sour pleaded.

She looked up one last time to see the figure's entire body as he stood above her, with a clenched fist raised in the air.

"Smallfoot will never love you..."

Her eyes were wide enough to see his fist lunge towards her face.

"Smallfoot!!!" Sour cried.

The pounding against her head had finally stopped. Her eyes were wide awake as she looked around her, and her heart pounded against her chest. She was still at Sunny Flare's house.

Looking around her, she saw the girls in her room were still sound asleep. Standing back up on her feet, she crept out of the room trying not to make a sound as tears streamed down her face. She sniffled as she walked down the hall, going downstairs.

Little did she even realize that her footsteps and sniffles woke up one of the girls. One with orange hair and green eyes. She sound of Sour's walking stirred her out of her slumber.

Why was Sour up at this late at night? And was she... crying?

Carefully, she followed Sour down the hallway, and slowly moved down the stairwell. When she reached around the corner, she looked closely and received a confirmation of who was there. It really was Sour. She was leaning over the sink still sniffling, and she was whimpering too.

This was painful to listen to. She had to find out. Making her sounds visible, she acted like she was coming down the stairs, getting her attention.

Sour slowly turned around and saw Smallfoot standing near the doorframe, wearing only a tank top and shorts. Her face expressed major concern, and in her left hand was a cell phone that was turned on. Smallfoot could see Sour was indeed crying, as evident by her trembling lips, her reddened face and her tattered hair.

"B-Big Rig? W-What are you doing up?"

Smallfoot's fingers slided across the screen of the phone in her hand, typing her response in a very quick manner. She turned it around and showed her response.

I heard you crying. I wanted to see what was wrong. What are you doing up?

"Oh, um... its nothing, my throat was just parched, that's... that's all," Sour stammered.

Smallfoot wasn't convinced.

Sour, I know something's wrong, just tell me. I can see a bit of your mascara running down your face.

"T-There's nothing wrong..." Sour lied, rubbing excess mascara running down her cheek.

Smallfoot walked towards Sour with a sympathetic face and wiped away a tear that was about to drip from her face. She quickly typed another response down on her phone.

Sour, whatever is going on, I'll listen to you. There is nothing that is too silly or too outrageous for me. Now can you please tell me... are you okay?

Sour's lips trembled and she felt more tears well up in her eyes.

"N-No..." Sour whimpered, breaking down into tears.

Smallfoot pulled Sour in and let her cry on her shoulder. She held her close and began rubbing her back as her tears soaked her shoulder. Smallfoot wanted to offer her kind words, but she couldn't. If she spoke now, it would give her voice away, and her secret could be blown in an instant. But maybe she could still speak to her, without speaking.

Smallfoot pulled out of the hug, getting Sour to look her in the eye. She tilted her head towards the couch, offering her a place to sit.

Sour whimpered, "O-Okay..."

Smallfoot and Sour transferred over to the couch and sat down on the cushions. Smallfoot wiped away another tear from Sour's eye, and looked her in her purple eyes.

Now talk to me, what's making you sad? Was it something I did?

Sour shook her head, "No... y-you didn't do anything..."

Well what's wrong?

Sour's voice shakily breathed in and out, trying to calm herself down so she could speak clearly.

"Big Rig, I... I had a nightmare."

Smallfoot nodded, giving her undivided attention to her saddened friend.

"My... my ex-boyfriend, c-came back..."

Smallfoot pulled a tissue out of the tissue box and wiped away some more tears from her face.

Was he Steel Blade?

Sour slowly nodded, "He... he said... I wouldn't have anyone anymore... That I'm nothing but a monster who just gets angry... and that's all I am..."

Sour broke down crying into her hands, and Smallfoot wasted no time pulling her in for another hug. She rubbed her back as she cried on her shoulder. No wonder she couldn't sleep. She never saw her this distressed before. Was she really this scared about her ex? Was she this distressed over her last boyfriend? What even happened between them?

Smallfoot managed to move a hand over to her phone and typed with her one hand another question. Sour could hear her typing again, and she pulled out of Smallfoot's embrace, waiting for her next response.

Sour? Is it alright if I can ask why you're distressed over him?

Sour nodded, "I-I should probably explain."

She straightened herself up, and looked her in the eye. And with a clear throat, she began speaking.

"I did tell you Steel Blade was my last boyfriend... but I didn't tell you why he was the worst. Back when we were dating... it was one of the most miserable times of my entire life. He wouldn't even pay attention to me. He didn't care about me, he always skipped our dates and... worst of all..."

Sour tried to catch her throat, just trying to say the last part.

"He was cheating on me... with seven other girls!"

Smallfoot's eyes widened and she mouthed, Seven?

"Yes, seven! Seven girls, he was dating behind my back! He never even told me because... he didn't even love me... he never cared about me. He said I was nothing but a monster... He left me because of my own problems... my own, stupid, insane... issues..." Sour cried.

Smallfoot cupped the side of her face, getting her to look her in the eye. She wiped away another tear and pulled her in for another hug, and rubbed her back. Sour wasn't crying as much as she was before, but she was hyperventilating. She gave a few more pats to her back, and listened to her whimper.

"M-Maybe we shouldn't go on a date... I'm just gonna chase you away like everyone else..."

Smallfoot pulled away from the hug and she began typing into her phone again. Her fingers moved like lightning, hitting every key, and every button without missing a letter or making an error. And once she finished her statement, she presented it to Sour.

Sour. I know you're worried about your ex, but its okay. The past, is in the past. He isn't here now, he isn't gonna hurt you. And I'm going to make sure of it. If he's gonna get by, he's gonna have to get by me.

Sour felt a little surprised at her comment.

"R-Really?"

Smallfoot grinned and winked, getting a light smile from Sour. It was the first smile that Sour had all night. Looking back at her phone, she typed in some more words, and showed her what she had to say.

I mean it. I'm not gonna let anyone hurt you. I won't let anyone hurt you. You're worth more than I can even imagine, and nothing is going to be hurting you.

Sour felt tears well up, but these weren't sad. Instead these were tears of joy.

"B-Big Rig, I... I don't even know what to say..."

Smallfoot smiled back and wrote some more notes.

Can I ask you something? I know this seems out of nowhere but... can I take you out on a date?

Sour looked back at Smallfoot with a shocked look.

"W-What?"

Smallfoot's face looked a little hurt, but she continued to type.

Sour, I really want to take you out on a date. A real date. What he did to you wasn't necessary, and I'm very sorry that happened. And I know we've only spent just half a day with each other, but I really want to make you happy. I want to give you the love you deserve. I want to take you on the date that you deserve. A girl like you deserves the best in the world, and I want you to have the best.

Sour began smiling perhaps the biggest smile she had on her face.

"Y-You really do?"

Smallfoot smiled back, and she put her hand on Sour's hand, and let her phone sit in her lap reading her next message, giving Sour a clear view of her next text.

I do. Sour Sweet... will you give me the honor of taking you on a date?

Sour felt more tears form in her eyes, and a burst of joy began taking over her body.

"Y-Yes! I do!"

Sour jumped on Smallfoot, squeezing her in a big hug and Smallfoot could hear her squeeing in happiness. It was enough to make her giggle in silence just hearing her so happy again. She moved her hands around Sour and hugged her back, both girls relaxing in their warm embraces.

"Tomorrow night is gonna be the best night ever!" Sour squeed with a big grin on her face.

Smallfoot smiled in return and pulled her in closer, hugging her some more. She couldn't stop smiling, and her heart felt warmth all over. What started as terrifying fear transformed into wondrous joy. She did it. She asked her out on a date. She was going on a date with Sour Sweet! This was going to be the best night of Smallfoot's entire life!

Author's Notes:

Now as for the boyfriend name, no I am not using anyone's OC. I don't even know if anyone has an OC named that, and quite honestly this is as close a name as I can come up with.

But aside from that, how do you guys think this looks so far? You think its still paced alright?

What To Wear On A Date?

Author's Notes:

I need to know what not to wear on a date.

Also I need to know what NOT to do on a date.

And I need to finish this fic so I can move on to other projects. And I hope you all are continuing to enjoy this romantic adventure some more. You've all been very supportive and I can't wait to hear your thoughts. Never forget that you all, are awesome.

The next morning came by and it was much more happy. The others were happy to see that Smallfoot had finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. So much so that they were helping the two out to prepare them for their date. The only difference was, Sugarcoat and Indigo Zap were helping Sour, while Lemon Zest and Sunny Flare were helping Smallfoot.

In Sour's bedroom, Indigo and Sugarcoat were frantically digging in her closet trying to find a dress, but they couldn't find anything. She barely had anything in her closet that she could wear on her date.

"Girls, I appreciate the help, but I do not appreciate you throwing everything out of my closet like maniacs," Sour said as she watched the girls throw tons of clothes around in Sunny Flare's room.

Neither one of them even heard her, they just kept on throwing clothes around.

"You barely have anything in here," Indigo groaned.

"I know!"

"Do you even do any shopping? I'm just looking at these dusty old suits," Indigo said as she chucked another uniform away.

"Well... no," Sour said rubbing the back of her head.

Sugarcoat tilted her glasses down as she looked at Sour and she raised an eyebrow.

"We've got to take you shopping. Come on, we'll take my car," Sugarcoat said as she walked away from the closet.

"W-What, right now?" Sour asked.

"Do you want to do it on your date night?"

"No, no, hang on, I'm coming!"

Indigo and Sugarcoat wasted no time going to the mall with Sour. With what little to no article of clothing in her closet, they had to go out and find something.

"Remind me again why I'm going with you guys? Indigo, you don't even like dressing up so why are you helping me?"

"Because you're my friend and... I've actually dressed up for my boyfriend a few times," Indigo blushed.

Sour gave a smug look to the goggled athlete, "Not so masculine now are we?"

"Oh don't start with me! Come on, we're here to find you something."

"But where do we even look?"

"I know a store we can try. Follow me," Sugarcoat said leading the girls away.

The trio entered into a clothing store, and as they walked on through, they found a spot where there were plenty of dresses. Many of them in different sizes, shapes, and colors. But what would be the perfect one?

"What do I even wear?" Sour asked, "I've never actually dressed in something fancy, and the only times I did was going to school. I still hate the uniforms."

"Well this isn't like going to school. You're only dressing up in something fancy to get your date to admire you... and if Lemon was here, she would probably say something about dressing up in something that gets your date to stare at your rack."

Sour blushed a bit, "Maybe for another time... but I'm trying to keep a relationship this time, so I need to start off something easy."

"Okay, well what do you like?" Sugarcoat asked.

Sour turned her head to look at the selection of dresses. What could she wear? What did she want to wear? Something fancy? Snazzy? Maybe even something sexy?

"Hm..."

5 Minutes Later

"This is kind of sharp."

Sour stepped out of the changing room in a dress that was plaid all over, colored in white and black. Sugarcoat and Indigo just shook their heads.

"That doesn't look good on you," Sugarcoat replied.

"Nope."

Sour just frowned and turned around back into the changing room again. Maybe the next dress would earn a thumbs up from them.

5 Minutes Later Again

"Ooh, this looks great!"

Sour stepped out once again, this time wearing a green dress that glittered and gleamed in the light. The dress was so shiny that Indigo and Sugarcoat had to cover their own eyes.

"Too bright!!! My eyes!", Indigo screamed.

"Take it off!" Sugarcoat cried.

Sour just shrugged. But just as she loosened the straps on her dress, Sugarcoat and Indigo froze.

"Not here!" Sugarcoat yelled.

"Don't strip in front of us!"

Sour just rolled her eyes, "I hope Big Rig's having more luck than I am..."

Smallfoot wasn't having much luck on her end either. She was panicking like crazy. None of the outfits were what she wanted to wear, nor something she found attractive to wear on her date. She wanted to wear something beautiful, but none of them were looking good in her eyes.

Sunny, Lemon Zest, and the Guardian Pathfinder that they invited to help just watched in horror as Smallfoot kept throwing clothes around, trying to find something to wear. Sunny and Lemon invited Pathfinder of all bots because she was the only bot they knew that could lend them a hand in a situation like this, not to mention she was the closest thing that Smallfoot had to a sister.

"No, no, no! These are all terrible!" Smallfoot panicked as she tossed more clothes around.

She zoomed past the group again, and threw more clothes out of the drawers, trying to find something. She didn't even notice some of them were landing on her friends.

"I like that one," the Guardian Pathfinder said as a black party dress landed on her left. Another dress came flying at her, this time on her right.

"That's a beautiful color."

But as she turned her head around, another dress came flying at her, this time landing on her head.

"This one smells funny," Pathfinder's voice muffled under the article of clothing.

Sunny just pulled the dress of the female Guardian's head.

"Smallfoot? Sweetie? Don't you think you're overreacting?" Sunny asked.

"No! I have to be perfect for Sour tonight, and I'm not, then its gonna be the worst night of her life, and then its gonna be the worst night of my life, and then she's gonna be sad again, and she'll never get the girlfriend she deserves, and I'll never be able to tell her how much I love her, and I'll spend the rest of my life alone and--"

"Hold yourself together man!" Lemon yelled as she grabbed Smallfoot by the shoulders and threw a slap across her face.

"OW!" Smallfoot boomed as she felt her cheek, "What was that for!?"

"You are overreacting!" Lemon said as she slapped her cheek again. "You need to calm yourself down," she slapped Smallfoot's face again, "And you've got to keep it together!"

Smallfoot took a moment and compiled her emotions together.

"Okay. You're right. Maybe I'm just--"

Lemon slapped her face again.

"OW! What did I do that time!?"

"That was just for fun!" Lemon grinned.

Smallfoot scowled, "That wasn't funny!"

"Yeah it is!", Lemon slapped her face again.

Smallfoot glared at Lemon with an angry look, "Its still not funny!"

Smallfoot retaliated by throwing a slap onto Lemon's face this time.

"Ow! WHY!?" Lemon cried.

"You kept slapping my face!"

"That is enough!" Pathfinder stood in between the two girls, and pulled them both away from each other in hopes to avoid another inevitable slapping round.

"First, Lemon stop slapping her, this isn't going to get anywhere. Secondly...", Pathfinder turned to look at Smallfoot and she put her hands on her shoulders.

"You will be alright. I know you'll be okay. You love this girl more than anything else, don't you?"

"Mmmhmm...", Smallfoot whimpered.

"And you'll do anything to keep her safe, right?"

Smallfoot nodded again.

"Then just calm down and relax. You know you can defend her, and I know too. You know her more than any of us, and I know you'll have a great time with her. You just need to calm down. Now... about what to wear..."

Pathfinder looked around and her visor eyes caught something of interest. She walked over to one of the racks, and on a hangar was another dress that sparkled in her visor.

"Try this one."

5 Minutes Later... Again...

Pathfinder, Sunny, and Lemon Zest stood grouped together as they waited for Smallfoot to finish putting her outfit together. Pathfinder kept pacing back and forth while Lemon stood rocking out to her headset, and Sunny Flare kept tapping her feet on the edge of her bed as they waited.

"Do you need a hand back there?" Sunny asked.

"No, I've got it!" Smallfoot yelled back.

Smallfoot finally exited out from behind a screen panel, revealing herself all dressed up. Her glasses were now swapped with a pair of glasses that were triangular shaped with the lenses. There was blue mascara on her eyes, much like Lemon Zest's, and around her neck was a golden necklace with a hammer crossing over with a wrench, in an X formation. She had a sleeveless dress with sparkling blue, with a cyan neck-piece, followed by her hair flowing out her back, and she wore matching bracelets on each wrist.

The girls all gasped and murmured with admiration. Smallfoot looked like an angel sent from the heavens above.

"Smallfoot... dude... you look hot."

Smallfoot blushed, "You really think so?"

"You are a knockout!" Sunny grinned, "Sour is going to love it!"

Smallfoot smiled, "I hope so."

"Now, dearie, when you go out, we'll be nearby at another table in case you need some advice. And we'll be standing by in case something goes wrong."

"Like what?"

"Well... say someone starts a fight in the restaurant and food flies everywhere, we'll try to keep them off you two. But then again... the waiters seem to continue their task even when a fight's going on..."

Sunny cleared her throat, "Either way, we'll keep any danger in your area off of you. And we'll make sure that any signs of her former boyfriend are nowhere near."

"What makes you think Steel Blade will show up?" Smallfoot asked.

"I don't think its likely, but still, former partners can be unpredictable. I know so...", Sunny replied.

"And if there are any Renegades around, we'll keep an eye out as well. We'll stay around to make sure they don't come anywhere near you two," Pathfinder state with her finger raised up.

Smallfoot felt a smile creeping up on her face as she looked to her friends.

"Girls... thank you. I can't express how happy I am that you're going through all of this trouble to help me," Smallfoot smiled.

The others gave friendly smiles in return.

"Aw, bring it here ya teddy bear," Lemon said with a silly grin on her face.

Smallfoot moved in for a group hug, and all four girls joined in for a big group hug. Too big a hug.

"Um... girls... c-can't... breathe..." Smallfoot wheezed.

"Oh, sorry!"

The girls broke free from the group hug, letting her adjust her outfit again to make it look neat and clean.

"So, what are you waiting for? You've got a date with destiny!" Lemon cheered.

Smallfoot would have drove to pick up her date, but since her real self had basically lied to Sour about where she was, driving in her red pick-up truck form wasn't an option. Luckily, she received a helping hand from someone who was kind enough to help out.

"I appreciate you offering me a disguise mode Scratch but... are you sure you're okay with this? This isn't weird to you?"

"Smallfoot, I've seen weirder things in my life. This isn't weird to me at the slightest. Also I had nothing else to do tonight so I'm happy to offer a hand."

Smallfoot smiled, "Thanks Scratch. Oh and one more thing--"

"I say nothing at all, block out all radio contact until you two are out of the car, and you are mute. We've been over this four times already."

Smallfoot nodded and kept her focus ahead. Scratch turned around another corner and pulled up along the sidewalk, directly in front of Sour's house. She looked at the empty driveway and sighed at the sight of her real form not in view. She hoped that Sour wasn't too worried about her being gone for this long.

She stepped out of the Guardian car and walked towards the front door and knocked on the door. She got a response right away as the door opened up revealing her date for the night.

Smallfoot's happiness skyrocketed in the air when she laid her eyes on the beautiful girl right before her. Sour Sweet's hair was no different, but the outfit she wore was absolutely breathtakingly ravishing. She now wore black high heels, along with a green cocktail dress, and she now wore diamond earrings.

She was standing right before a goddess, and she was exquisite. She presented another note paper to speak to her.

Sour you look absolutely beautiful.

Sour felt her cheeks warm up.

"Y-You really think so?"

Smallfoot gave a smile and nod.

"T-Thanks. You look really amazing by the way," Sour stammered.

Smallfoot held back a small giggle. Sour's blushing was too cute. She offered a hand out to her, and Sour gladly took it as the two walked to the Guardian vehicle that was parked. She opened the door in front of her, and allowed her to step inside. Sour closed the door, and Smallfoot got in to the other side of the car, and put her seatbelt on.

Ready to go?

Sour nodded, "Yeah I am. So... where are we going?"

Smallfoot winked.

You'll see. I know its one of your favorite places in the world.

Smallfoot wrote nothing else, and just left Sour to wallow in mystery. One of her favorite places? Where was this? What was this restaurant she was taking them to? Either way, she was excited and she couldn't wait to begin her date with probably the most beautiful girl she's laid her eyes on.

Date Night!

Smallfoot and Sour Sweet arrived to the place they were eating at without any traffic jams or issues at all. And Smallfoot had the disguised Scratch purposely park farther than needed so she could walk with Sour some more and hold her hand.

In her mind, it felt amazing to show everyone that Sour was hers and hers alone. This was her date, and no one could have her.

As soon as they arrived to the front of the diner, Sour gasped.

"Big Rig... I love this place! How did you know?"

Smallfoot just shrugged with a grin.

The outside was covered in chrome, there were red curtains seen from the windows, and there were bright neon lights glowing in the windows as well.

The two walked inside and Sour gasped when she saw the inside. It was the place she loved. The floors were checkered, and there were red seats all around for them to see. Red booths like the interiors of cars by the windows, and even the spinning chairs sitting up at the bar were red. There were pictures of 1950s bands, and lots of old artwork around, including a jukebox that was playing old tunes, and there were tiny models of 1950s automobiles.

The two girls were quickly seated by the waitstaff. The two took seats by the window, both sitting across from their significant other while they waited for their drinks.

Sour had nothing but a smile on her face. This girl was taking her here? How did she even know? But at this point, she didn't care. This girl was already impressing her.

"I'm really glad we're eating here," Sour said.

Smallfoot gave a smile and brief nod before writing another note.

So am I. I love 50s styled diners.

"Really? So do I!"

Both girls grinned as they stared into each others eyes; this date was starting out perfectly, now it was just to keep it up through the rest of the night.

Little did any of them know that they were being watched by many pairs of eyes within the restaurant. Many of which were seated at different locations within the vicinity of the restaurant.

On the outside of the restaurant, hovering above the place invisible and out of sight was an alien spaceship with gray and black colors on it.

"Pathfinder, in position. I'm using my cloaking mechanism, and I'm out of sight from any Renegades or civilians. I don't want another incident again."

"What incident are you talking about?", a voice asked over the radio signal.

"Well...

Pathfinder hovered in spaceship mode over the city as she continued to stay on course. Out of sight from any of the civilians, so far so good. The last thing she needed was some little child spotting them from above and freaking out.

"Look mommy! Aliens!!!"

"... Scrap."

Everyone on the ground below her started screaming like crazy and began running around in all different directions without any sort of sense of direction. There were screams, glass was being broken, car alarms were going off, and guns were firing in the air.

"Oh no... ", Pathfinder groaned.

"The end is near! The end is near! Steal everything while you can! Raid of all of the stores! Do things that make no sense at all!"

"... Lets just say I'm no longer aloud to fly over cities in vehicular mode unless I'm cloaked."

Pathfinder could hear a hand slapping over one of the com-links.

"I know you're facepalming right now Sugarcoat, and I don't appreciate it."

"Then next time you should think where you're flying first," Sugarcoat said on the other end.

"Can we please just focus on the task at hand? We've got to keep Renegades or Steel Blade off their backs," Pathfinder replied.

"Don't you think this is overkill dude? I mean come on, what's the worst thing that could happen on their date?", another voice said.

"Anxiety over either one of their pasts, a Renegade breaks on through the diner, Steel Blade returns wanting to exact some illogical revenge, the waiter spilling their food over them, someone starts a fight in the restaurant and they get thrown into it, a clown appears from out of nowhere and smashes pies in their faces, a few musicians on the run from the law come into the restaurant smashing right through the wall with their car--"

"I think we get the point Pathfinder," Sunny Flare replied, "Just keep an eye out from above. Can you give us details where the rest of the Guardians are? Didn't you say you brought a few with you in case?"

"Night Ranger is hiding in a parking spot along with Street Heat and Sparky over near the doctor's office across the street, Good Knight is hiding as a car being displayed near the sign of the diner to attract cars driving by, and in the parking lot where Sour and Smallfoot pulled up in is Scratch in hiding along with Dart, Mr. Moto, and Van Guard. We're keeping our eyes and ears open."

"Good. Now to give our report..."

Inside The Diner

On the inside of the diner, the four girls were split up throughout the place all in disguises. Since they didn't want to be spotted right away, they styled their hair differently, and Sunny gave them all new outfits to wear on the inside.

Sunny sat at one of the smaller circular tables, surrounded by other smaller circular tables. From where she was sitting, she was ear-shot away from hearing Smallfoot and Sour Sweet, but she kept a fedora hat tilted down to hide her face and short cut hair.

"Okay... so far so good. Sour and Smallfoot are getting along pretty well. We just need to keep everyone off their backs. Sugarcoat, where are you?", Sunny whispered into a hidden com-link.

Over on the far side of the restaurant, far from the lovebirds, was Sugarcoat. She was sitting at one of the booths, with her hair straightened and tucked to the back of her head, and she wore black sunglasses that blocked any view into her eyes.

"I'm in position. Thanks for letting me borrow your sunglasses," Sugarcoat said.

"Its not a problem Sugarcoat. Although I must question Indigo and Lemon Zest's choices..."

"Oh come on, what's wrong with them? We look fine!" Indigo snapped on the communicator.

"You two are wearing outfits that a majority of people would find highly offensive. Even I wouldn't wear what you two are wearing," Sunny said.

Indigo had a seat at the little bar that stretched into a circular formation in the middle of the diner and she was wearing an outfit that was extremely over the top. She wore a backwards cap, a tank top that was ragged, gold chains around her neck, and she wore glasses that were shaded with gold.

"How is what I'm wearing offensive? I'm just playing Zap Attack, the most famous rapper in Manehattan," Indigo said.

"That's really not necessary to the plan Indigo, I thought we discussed this," Sunny replied.

"Yes, and you said disguise yourself that wouldn't make it obvious who you were," Indigo retorted.

"I'll give you this, its better than what Lemon is wearing right now," Sunny said.

"Oh come on Ms. Sunny Flare, how is this insulting? This disguise is absolutely magnifique!", Lemon Zest said in a French accent.

All on their communication devices, Lemon Zest could hear their hands slap their heads.

"You've just offended so many people, its not even funny," Sugarcoat said, rubbing her fingers on the sides of her head as she sat at her seat.

Sunny Flare poked her eyes through a hole in the newspaper as she kept her eye on Sour and Smallfoot.

"Lets just keep the offensive stereotypes down a notch and focus on our job here," Sunny replied.

"Were we even paid?"

"Everyone please shut up! I'm trying to listen to Sour and Smallfoot!"

Sunny held the newspaper up to hide her face out of fear of the possibility that Sour just heard her. Well luckily and thankfully, she didn't. She was too focused on Smallfoot she didn't even pay attention to the strange girl with the trenchcoat and hat.

"So tell me, what are you planning on doing while you're here?" Sour asked.

Sour waited for a few seconds so Smallfoot could write down her response.

Well, I'm planning on finishing high school so then I could go to college, and eventually find my way working to a job here in Canterlot. I have an attraction to this place so I don't really want to leave. What about you?

"Oh, well I'm not too sure. I do want to attend college, but I'm not sure what I want to do in my life. On one hand I want to be a mother, but... I'm afraid I won't be able to. I mean with all of my anger issues, among other things, I don't think I'd be allowed to be a parent," Sour said with a frown.

Smallfoot still offered a friendly smile to her date. Her hand moved over to hers, and she interlaced her fingers in between hers without any struggles from her.

Sour, in my eyes, I think you could be a great mom.

"Well how do you know that?"

Because I know you wouldn't let anything bad happen to your child. If you don't want anything bad to happen to your friends, I'm positive you wouldn't let anything happen to your children.

Sour wasn't sure. She had always wanted a child for so long, but she never believed she could do it. Her own problems continued to cloud her mind, making any positivity towards the subject matter possible. Plus just from remembering how she reacted to her friends every day, and imagining that to her own child... that very thought of her scaring her child wasn't something she wanted to do.

Sour just breathed in through her nose, and continued to pick up the conversation.

"But, uh, what are your thoughts? Do you want kids?"

I'm not entirely sure. I have always wondered what it would be like to be a parent, and I'll admit, I've wanted to be the mother that I never had. My mom kind of... left, me and my dad.

Sour's smile dwindled into a frown as she read her reply.

"Oh... Big Rig, I'm so sorry... I didn't know."

Its alright Sour. But to answer your question, I have actually contemplated being a parent. I know there are responsibilities to it, but I think it can work. And I think maybe, just maybe, if we still stay together... maybe we could, you know... be parents?

Smallfoot gave a nervous smile. She didn't know how okay Sour was with that.

"You mean... you and I, being moms? Two moms?"

Smallfoot slowly nodded, receiving a grin from Sour.

"I love it! T-That is if you.. want to, have kids."

Smallfoot nodded.

But... maybe we should wait on that. I think we may be jumping ahead on this.

"No, no, you're right. This is our first date, we can't jump this far ahead. Lets just... lets just focus on what we have now."

Sunny watched the two of them for a mere second before pulling out a small notebook and pen.

"Note to self: Sour's got plans for the future, but she thinks too far ahead and too much on the negatives of the outcome."

Sunny then put her notebook away and looked back at the couple as they continued to talk to one another. Eventually their waitstaff came with their drinks and set them down.

"Now, can serve you this evening?", the waitstaff asked.

"Um, I would like the cheeseburger with the side of fries, along with some salad please," Sour asked.

"Yes ma'am, and what about you?"

Smallfoot looked at the menu briefly and pointed to the meals she wished to order.

"Silent type?"

Smallfoot nodded.

"Understood. I'll be back with your orders."

As soon as their waitress wandered off, the two looked back to one another to continue their conversation.

"So, um... can you tell me some things you like?"

Well, I do like trucks, that's for one. And I also like cute animals, games, 1980s and 1950s nostalgia, baking, science fiction, that kind of stuff. What about you?

"Oh, well, I kind of like some of the stuff you do as well. I like puppies, video games, old nostalgia, some baking here and there, and I'll admit, I'm a bit nerdy when it comes to old nostalgia. D-Don't tell Lemon Zest though, she's gonna keep harassing me about that."

Smallfoot muted a giggle.

I promise I won't tell Lemon Zest. But what kind of science fiction movies? Invasion From Xandar? Dawn of the Aliens? Space Chase?

"Oh, I love Space Chase! Its one of my favorite movies!"

Really? I love that movie too! I have almost every line in my head.

"So do I," Sour giggled.

She cleared her throat and she spoke with a deep voice.

"Lance... I am your father's brother's sister's nephew's brother's cousin's former roommate."

Smallfoot scratched her chin just pondering the thought inside of her head.

That really doesn't make them related now does it?

Sour shook her head.

"Yeah... even I don't think that makes any sense."

Smallfoot nodded.

But if its alright to change the subject, do you have any pets?

"Unfortunately no. I had a pet hamster but... it died."

Smallfoot frowned.

Oh. I'm so sorry to hear about that.

"Its okay. But I have been thinking about getting a new pet. Probably a dog, but its gonna be a little tricky since my dad's got a job of my own and I'm not gonna be around to look after one."

Well... I am taking part in an online school. Maybe if you want, if you ever did get a dog, I could babysit for you.

"Really? That would be great! But... I kind of need to have a pet if you're gonna do that."

I know. But still, if you ever need someone to look after a pet, I'm willing to offer a hand.

Sour smiled, "Thanks. Oh, our food's here."

The waitstaff returned with their food on a single tray and he set the plates down in front of them.

"Enjoy your meal. Can I get anything else?"

"Um, no, I think we're good. Big Rig?"

Smallfoot nodded.

"Okay ma'am. Enjoy your meals."

The waitstaff walked away to attend more tables leaving the couple alone to eat their food. All throughout their meals, they had nothing but peace. Just smiles, laughter, and the occasional feeding each other their food.

"These fries are so good!" Sour said as she kept on eating more fries.

Smallfoot munched some more on her fries and she took a few bites of her burger in between, enjoying the wonderous amount of flavors that she had tasted. The slices of cheese, the green lettuce, the red tomatoes, the meat patty in between, it had created some of the most delicious and delectable taste on her tongue.

Sunny Flare still disguised watched the two girls chow down on their food.

"Smallfoot loves the food here at Joe's. Personally questioned how she's able to eat since she's part robot, but I've remembered she's not entirely a robot, she's a living creature as well, but she's just a human for this case."

"Sunny, you left your mic on," Sugarcoat said.

"I know Sugarcoat, I wanted it on so you girls could hear what I had to say. I'm the closest one near their table, and you girls can't see anything that's going on with them. Is there anything you girls have seen yet?"

"Nothing so far. But... oh come on...." Indigo groaned.

"What?"

Sunny Flare gazed to the side and her eyes widened when she saw what they were looking at. Standing near the bar, waiting for their bill was someone they hoped wouldn't be here.

"You have...", Sunny began.

"Got to be...", Sugarcoat continued.

"Freaking...", Lemon followed.

"KIDDING ME!" Indigo finished.

Author's Notes:

What do you think of the chemistry between Smallfoot and Sour now? I know its not starting real good, but I do plan on making more of these two. I think I can make something really good with these two girls. Definitely some improvement needed.

And we should be nearing the end of this fic with just a few more chapters. And I hope you are continuing to enjoy what I've got set up.

The Service Here Is Great

Standing near the bar while waiting was a boy with dark black skin, and he was clothed with a gray jacket. And on his shirt, there was a graphic of a kitchen knife chopping a piece of steak. He wore blue jeans with black sneakers, and his hair was colored with streaks of black and red, and his eyes were neon blue.

"Its him...", Sunny whispered.

"Great. What do we do? Want me to tackle him?" Lemon asked.

"No."

"Pull his pants down and fill them with hot sauce?" Indigo asked.

"No and gross."

"Kick him to the curb with teeth marks on his neck like a vampire bite?" Sugarcoat asked.

"No! Look, it looks like he's taking his things and leaving, lets just let him be. We don't need him to be distracting Sour and Smallfoot from their--oh scrap."

"What?"

"He just saw them. Oh no, he's walking to them!"

"What do we do?" Sugarcoat asked.

"I'll tell you what we're gonna do. We've got to get him far away from those two. Just from what Sour Sweet described to us, I don't want anything bad to happen to them now."

Smallfoot turned her head and she gritted her teeth together and her fists clenched up when she saw who was coming their way. Sour turned her head as well, and the two of them froze when the boy wandered to the table they were sitting at.

"Sour?"

Sour snarled, "Hello Steel. What are you doing here?"

"I'm just going home, long night. Why are you here? You only go here whenever we...", he looked to the right and noticed her date glaring at him with eyes staring at him like daggers.

"You're on a date... with her?"

"Yes. You got a problem with that?" Sour growled.

"No, no, I don't. I just never took you for a lesbo."

Sour glared, "Well I am. And she's much better than you, or any of those *BLEEP*holes that I've been with. So can I ask you to please leave me and my date alone?"

Steel just chuckled, "Alright, alright, I'll go...", he began to slowly walk away and whispered something that Sour couldn't comprehend.

"Sociopathic dyke."

Smallfoot's teeth snarled, and she stood on her feet with her fists clenched together, sending Sour shocked. What was she doing?

"Big Rig, what are you doing?" Sour pleaded.

Smallfoot just gave one friendly smile to Sour before staring back at her ex with an angry look.

"Oh? Is someone offended?"

Smallfoot cracked her knuckles together, creating loud cracking noises for him to hear. Steel followed up by doing the same thing and readying his fists.

"You really want to fight me, dyke?"

Smallfoot gave one nod as she readied herself to fight.

"What makes you think you can fight me? I'm stronger and more muscular than you ever will be."

Smallfoot still held her ground as she readied to fight. Her eyes widened in surprise when Steel made the first move... by throwing a stool at her. She ducked in time and watched as it broke through one of the windows, destroying the glass.

"You see? I'm super strong. What can you possibly do against--"

His sentence came to a stop as a chair was thrown right as his body knocking him down to the ground. He pulled it off of him and looked at Smallfoot standing with another chair at the ready.

"How did you do that!?"

Smallfoot smirked and held the chair in her hands like she was ready to swing it like a baseball bat.

"Very well, lets fight!"

"Not again...", Sunny moaned to herself.

Smallfoot threw the chair towards Steel who just ducked in time to avoid being hit. He came charging at her with his head ducked forward like a rhino. Smallfoot just stood for a second, waiting for the right moment to strike. As soon as the time was right, she performed a jump into the air like a ninja, going right over Steel as he crashed into a table.

Sunny Flare, noticing the advantage she had, got up on her feet and removed her hat, exposing her true identity.

"What the... Sunny!?" Sour shrieked.

"Not just me. Its all of us," Sunny replied.

The rest of the girls began to show up, and they stood with Smallfoot, taking off their disguises. Except for Lemon Zest who kept a beret and a mustache on her face.

"Seriously Lemon?" Sour groaned as she slapped her head.

"What? Come on, its a brilliant disguise! You can't even tell its me!"

"The point is Sour, we came here because we thought your ex-boyfriend would be showing up here and we didn't want him to hurt you. Its bad enough you've been hurt in the past, so we came here to keep him or anyone else off your back."

They heard the sound of groaning and watched as Steel Blade got on his feet again and wiped a little bit of blood from his lip.

"Are you gonna fight, or what?"

"Um, Big Rig, maybe we should--"

Smallfoot ignored Sunny's statement and charged at Steel Blade again, far off to the other side of the restaurant.

"--Or you could charge at her ex-boyfriend. Sure. Don't let us handle it, you just go and attack," Sunny slapped her sides.

The group of five watched as a sparing match began between the two of them. Steel Blade threw more punches, but Smallfoot barely flinched at the punches. None of them were making any damages in her skin.

Steel threw another punch and he winced in pain from how hard he threw it.

"OW! Oh god... what the *BLEEP* are you made of!?"

Smallfoot smirked and she threw a punch across his face, but it didn't take him down. Instead he charged at her and slammed her back against the bar in the middle of the diner. He readied himself to punch her again, but Smallfoot grabbed one of the plastic plates and smacked it across his face.

"What is wrong with you!? Don't you know going on a date with Sour is a mistake!?"

Smallfoot looked to the side and saw Sour Sweet and the others were far away from her. With them out of sight, she smirked and looked back at her ex.

"Going with Sour was the greatest thing I've done. You're the one who's made a mistake by cheating on her and not even telling her in the first place!", Smallfoot yelled as she kneed him in the crotch.

Taking her chance, she grabbed him and tossed him over the bar. Seeing that he was down, she jumped across the bar and performed a body slam on his body making him scream.

The rest of the girls ran over to the side of the bar where they were fighting and listened to Steel's yelling. But because they were behind the bar, they couldn't even see what they were doing. All they could see were tools and glassware falling off the shelves, and several other tools flying in the air. There were some more glasses being thrown in the air, and there were a few bottles thrown as well.

"What are they doing back there!?" Sour shrieked.

Sour snarled and she took a step back. Without warning, she charged forward and jumped over the countertop and fell down on the floor of the bar. But when she took a look, they weren't there.

"Wait... where they go!? They were just fighting!"

"Let me see!" Indigo said as she jumped over, falling over the bar and landing on Sour.

"OW!!!"

"Hang on!"

One by one, the other girls jumped over the bar and landed on top of one another.

"I can't... feel... my back... ", Sour wheezed.

The girls slowly got off one another, and moved back on their feet to look around.

"Wait... they were here right?" Sunny asked.

"They were. Either they moved to another side of this bar and went to fight somewhere else... or we may have missed a scene," Lemon replied.

They turned their heads to the right and they all froze when they saw a few people were staring at them. They had been watching them the entire time since Steel and Smallfoot began their fight.

"What are you all staring at? Haven't you seen a bunch of teenage girls jump over a bar trying to find an ex-boyfriend and a lesbian fighting each other?" Indigo asked.

"Surprisingly, I have," one of the men sitting at one of the tables said.

"Okay, and now I have to ask, have any of you seen a boy and a girl in a fancy dress fighting over here?"

"I have, and they kind of took their fight into the kitchen..." a patron said, pointing towards the dual doors leading to the kitchen.

They turned their heads to the kitchen door and listened to the sounds of clattering and clashing going on in the back, along with the sounds of yelling.

"You're destroying my kitchen!!!"

The girls leaped over the bar and back out into the open space. Slowly walking to the doors, they readied themselves in case one of them was about to bash on through. But as they waited, they listened in for more sounds. Steel Blade was yelling like crazy, and there was tons of glass and plates thrown around in the kitchen, breaking into shards and clattering all over the ground.

The girls moved a little closer, but they quickly retreated as soon as a glass cup flew right through the circular window in one of the doors, landing on the ground.

"This isn't going to be good...", Sugarcoat stated.

The doors opened up again, and Steel Blade ran on through the door with a bruise on his face and a black eye. His teeth snarled and his fists were clenched. He turned himself to stare at Sour and snarled.

"Your date, is a psychopath!"

"The only reason she attacked you was because you wouldn't shut up and leave us alone!"

The doors were kicked open again, and Smallfoot came walking out of the door with more wounds than Steel. She was holding her side with her right arm which revealed some cuts and bruises, and she was holding onto her left eye with her left hand, and wincing in pain.

Sour gasped as she saw her date was hurt.

"B-Big Rig... are you okay?"

Smallfoot looked over to Sour and gave an uneasy smile, along with a thumbs up; but she at no time at all removed her hand from her eye. Sour felt her blood boiling and her fists were clenched up. This time, Steel had gone too far. Cheating on her was one thing, but attacking her date was another.

"That's... it. Steel Blade... you are so dead!"

Steel chuckled, "And just how am I dead?"

Sour snarled and she cracked her knuckles together, and stretched her arms, creating loud cracking noises. She tilted her head all around, stretching, and she glared with an angry look.

"You don't know how strong I've become since we last spoke... You've cheated on me, you've lied to me, you've tried to get in my pants, and YOU hurt my date. And now you're gonna pay..."

Steel Blade snarled and he grabbed a plate that had chicken wings with hot and spicy sauce on them. He readied his arm to throw them, and threw the plate at her. Sour ducked in time, but the plate hit one of the patron's face making him scream.

"OW!!!! OH GOD, IT BURNS! MY EYES!!!"

The woman sitting next to him growled and she got up and grabbed her plate, ready to throw it.

"Oh come on...", Sour moaned.

The woman threw the plate, only for it to land and hit another patron. The person that was met with the plate growled and got on their feet with food at the ready for battle ammunition, eliciting a grin from Lemon.

Lemon Zest grinned as she looked around her. The rest of the patrons at the restaurant were grabbing food and getting ready to fight.

"Food fight!!!" Lemon yelled.

Within a matter of seconds, the clean and calm restaurant transformed into an entire battlefield. Food was flying everywhere, silverware and glassware was clattering on the ground and going out the windows. More food and condiments splattered everywhere, staining the floors, the chairs, tables, windows, and even the staff and patrons. The girls couldn't even believe that the children and the adults were participating in the fight. These were civilized people one minute and then one minute later they turned into savages.

Sour Sweet in all of this had her focus locked on to Steel Blade, as she tackled him to the ground, and the two of them started wrestling with one another, trying to find each other's weak points.

Smallfoot however in the midst of their fighting, held back to the side and kept her hand over to her eye.

"Did you think that maybe, attacking Steel might, might entice him to start a fight in the restaurant!?" Sunny screamed.

"You insult my date, you're gonna tangle with me!"

"Honestly, I think what you did was awesome," Indigo said as she held a plastic tray in her hand, using it as a shield to block an incoming taco that came at her and Smallfoot.

"Really?"

"Its about time that someone stood to Steel Blade. He's a two-timer," Sugarcoat said.

"I think you mean seven-timer?" Lemon asked.

"Either way, he's getting his comeuppance for being an *BLEEP*," Sugarcoat replied.

"But it wasn't necessary to attack him! I mean, look at what you've started now!" Sunny said as she gestured to all of the fighting going on in the restaurant.

"Its not that bad," Lemon said as she came on by with a plate of fries, "Surprisingly, the waiters are still going around and putting food out to the tables that ordered."

Indigo raised a brow and she took a fry and ate one.

"Huh," Indigo munched, "The service here is great even during a fight!"

Looking across from them, Lemon Zest saw a fresh chocolate milkshake blended together in a glass, just sitting there. Lemon's tongue smacked against her lips as she saw it. It was just sitting there... waiting to be taken. Waiting to be drunk from...

"Mine!" Lemon called out as she went to grab it.

She quickly clutched it and hid back with the girls and drank from it through the straw.

"Do you even know if someone touched it?" Sugarcoat asked.

"Yes I do, and no, no one touched it. I asked the waiter for one, and this is exactly what I ordered. Chocolate shake with a hint of whipped cream, and one little cherry to add on top."

Going right past them was another waiter holding a tray in his hands, covered in some food that had splattered on him, but he barely had any reaction whatsoever. He didn't even look like he knew what was going on around him. He just simply walked past the girls and entered the dual doors leading back to the kitchen.

"... How much do you girls want to bet he's already called the authorities on us? We're going to get kicked out, no worse, we're going to jail!" Sunny yelled over the commotion.

"No we're not. We've got the Guardians outside to back us up. And speaking of which, where are they?"

"Come on, get him!" Pathfinder yelled.

Outside, during all of the fighting inside of the restaurant, Pathfinder and the Guardian Gobots were occupied with something else. A few Renegade Gobots were flying over the vicinity of the area and they flew down to try and take out the Guardians. So throughout their night, all of their attention was focused on them.

Lasers were beaming from their fists, vehicles were converting back and forth between robot and alternate modes, and they were all yelling on top of one another.

"Dart, tackle Scorp!"

"No, he's right there!"

"He's not on me, he's on Van Guard!"

"No, get him off my back!"

"What is even going on!?"

"Why are we not paying attention to the food fight going on inside the restaurant!?"

"And why are there police officers going to the restaurant!?"

Back inside the restaurant, Indigo kept moving like a bodyguard, trying to deflect every inch of food that came at her and the girls, trying to protect them from being hit while they tended to her wounds.

"Smallfoot, did he scratch you?"

"No. He smacked my face with a frying pan, tried to scratch my face with a knife, and then he turned on a mixer and tried to rub it in my face! What is even wrong with him!? Someone like him should go to a mental ward! Or prison!"

"Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure after tonight he's going to be off to prison after all of this... which was still started by you," Sugarcoat said.

"Hey, he's the one who threw the chair at me, he's the one who started it!"

"And so you attacked him!?"

"I'm sorry, did you want me to just stand there while he hit me? Agh, ow...", Smallfoot groaned and she removed her hand from her eye which made Sunny and the girls all gasp.

"Oh no... your eye..."

"What!? What's wrong with it!?" Smallfoot panicked.

"No, your eye is fine, but your skin's torn off. Your metal skin is showing, she's going to find out who you really are!"

"I think its already too late at this point," Sugarcoat said.

"My skin may be revealed, but that doesn't mean I can't help Sour!"

She ducked underneath the cluster of girls and entered back into the open of the fight. She looked around the people throwing food, trying to find out where Steel and Sour were. They couldn't have gone far, and they weren't hard to find. Where did they go?

Smallfoot turned her head to the left and was met with a piece of shrimp landing in her bra. She looked down and pulled it, and flicked it with her fingers off to the side before moving on. As she entered to the right side of the restaurant, she gasped when she saw something she hoped she wouldn't see...

Steel Blade held Sour down on the ground, and he was trying to throw punches to her face. But Sour wasn't holding back, and she kept his hands from trying to go to her face.

Smallfoot snarled and she ran right at Steel Blade, and tackled him to the ground. She grabbed him by the neck, and held him down to the ground.

"You're dead now buddy... I may be a Guardian, but that doesn't mean I follow every moral..."

"What the... you're... a robot!?"

Smallfoot smirked, "Its intergalactic alien to you."

She got on her feet and dragged him on his feet, still holding him by the throat.

"And you've got on my last nerve."

"Need I remind you, you're the one who started our fight?"

"You're the one who started the fight you moron! You're the one who cheated on my girl. And you're going to pay for it..."

Sour watched as Smallfoot held him in her claws, and just before she could do anything else--

"Freeze!"

Smallfoot and Sour Sweet froze when they heard that cold voice, and the sound of a bullet loading into a barrel of a gun. Smallfoot's eyes looked to the right and she saw a police officer was standing there with a gun in his hand pointing at her.

"Ms. Let him go, now."

Smallfoot hesitantly obeyed and let him go, and backed away with her hands in the air.

"Now... I've received several calls from the manager of this establishment because a fight broke out. Can anyone tell me who started this fight?"

Sour and Smallfoot froze in place as the officer spoke to them.

"Do any of you two know who started this fight?"

"Yeah, it was these two whores," Steel snapped.

Smallfoot growled and clenched her fists together, but Sour held her back. Luckily she didn't even see the glimmer of titanium flashing off the side of Smallfoot's eye which she covered up before she could see it.

"Officer, Steel Blade here harassed me and my date, and that's what led to the fight."

The policeman turned his head to stare at Steel, "Did you start this?"

"No, it was her!"

The policeman looked at Smallfoot and observed her wounds. The cupped eye, the scratching marks, the bruises, and lastly the scrapes of her skin. He then looked to Steel Blade who barely looked hurt, he looked like he only had a few bruises on him.

"Hm... Officer Jade, what do you think?"

A policewoman walked up to them and observed their wounds for a moment and scratched her chin.

"Excuse me for a moment...", the policewoman said.

She walked off to the right side of the restaurant for a moment, leaving the man to keep his eye on Sour, Smallfoot, and Steel. But as he observed the teenager some more, his eyes blinked as he realized who was in front of him.

"Wait a minute... Steel Blade... I remember you. You're the rotten little punk who cheated on my daughter..."

"No, no I wasn't!"

"Yeah you were. In fact, my daughter got evidence. You didn't even realize you were filmed, were you?"

"WHAT!?"

"Wait... you know him?" Sour asked.

"Yes. He cheated on my daughter, and he cheated on her with several of her friends. Did he cheat on you?"

"Yeah, he did, and he attacked my date," Sour growled.

"Skipjack," the policewoman said as she walked to the policeman, "I've talked with the manager, the staff, and I've questioned a few patrons. A few of them saw how it all started, and they said he was the one who started this."

Steel Blade gulped. He knew he was caught now, and the policeman gave a smug look to him.

"Well... cheating on my daughter is one thing, but causing a fight in a family-friendly establishment is something else...", the police officer said.

"Wait, no, you can't be serious! They started it, you got to believe me!"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, tell it to the judge. Take him away."

Steel's wrists were put in handcuffs and the policewoman dragged him off with him kicking and screaming, trying to get free. The policeman just shook his head and looked to Sour and Smallfoot.

"Okay, he won't be bothering you two anymore. But... before I go, I need an honest answer from you two. Did any of you fight with him?"

"Yes sir. We did. But it was only because we were trying to keep him away from us. Also, my rage might have overtaken me...", Sour said feeling ashamed.

"Look, sweetheart, you and your date aren't in trouble. But I'm letting you both off with a warning, and the manager has fined you and your friends for partaking and starting a ruckus in a family restaurant. Understand?"

The two girls nodded.

"Okay. Have a nice night you two."

With all said and done, the police officer left the two alone, while everyone else was slowly trying to put the tables and the chairs back up and clean up around the place. The patrons and the family members that came to eat didn't even want to eat anymore. They just got up, paid their bills for what they ate, and left the restaurant. But not everyone left.

"Hey girls, you two okay?" Indigo asked.

"Yeah, we're fine. Although we just got fined... shouldn't someone be giving us a ticket?"

"Actually the manager gave all 6 of us a ticket," Sugarcoat said, holding the receipt in her hand, "He said that we're never allowed here again unless we pay for all of the damages we've done to the place. And judging by the bill, I think this won't be a problem. We can just save up our money to pay for the damages."

"Right...", Sunny sneered.

"What's got you all worked up?" Lemon asked.

"Maybe some of us didn't want certain others to start a fight and just wait for the police or the manager to handle him," Sunny said, sneering at Smallfoot.

"I didn't start the fight!" Smallfoot yelled before freezing in place.

The girls all froze as well along with their eyes widening. Sour gasped.

"Y-You... you can talk!? Wait a minute...", Sour noticed something shining in her eye on the side of her face, just a tiny gap between the flesh of her skin and Smallfoot's pinky finger.

"Move your hand..."

"Um, Sour, I don't think--" Lemon started.

"Move. Your. Hand," Sour growled.

Smallfoot slowly pulled her hand away from her wound, and Sour Sweet was sent back in shock when she saw the wound. There was skin torn off her face, but it wasn't even like real skin. The skin that tore off exposed a sliver of shiny metal underneath. And it was all around her eye, revealing her green eye as well, shiny metallic skin surrounding her orb.

"What the...", Sour gasped as she backed off from Smallfoot. "You... I... you're.... shiny... metal..."

"Wait, Sour, I can explain!"

"Dah! S-Smallfoot... is... is that you!?"

Smallfoot wanted to deny it, but at this point there was no denying. The evidence was all right in front of Sour and there was no way to lie now. It was time to come clean.

Smallfoot, filled with shame, lowered her head, "Yes. Its me."

Sour's left eye twitched as she tried to comprehend the situation.

"S.... I.... Wha...", Sour Sweet slapped her own face to wake herself up, "WHAT!?"

Smallfoot looked back at Sour with sadness and shame. She was found out, and she knew she wasn't going to come out of this situation okay.

"Okay, so let me get this straight; you posed as a human for my date!? How did you even do that!?"

Smallfoot whimpered as Sour yelled and she put a foot back.

"Um... well, Professor Von Joy kind of made me an upgrade. He made me a human form for me to split into so that I could see what it was like to live life like you girls. But the main reason he made me into... this, was because I wanted to ask you out on a date the only way I knew I could."

Sour's head slowly shook side to side as she listened to her story.

"Are you freaking kidding me? No seriously, are you FREAKING KIDDING ME!? What gave you the right to go and do... this!? You made yourself as a human just so you could ask me on a date!?"

Smallfoot whimpered as Sour continued to yell. She felt like a pack of tigers were forcing her against a corner, ready to pounce on her.

An even more disturbing thought came into her head. She revealed lots of personal information about herself to her too. Stuff she wouldn't even tell her own friends.

"I told you half of my secrets!"

"Actually, some of those weren't really secrets--", Smallfoot hesitated.

"I don't care! Were you trying to get all of my personal information out of me!? Is that why you did this... stupid... horrible... masquerade!? No, I want an answer right now! Why would you do something so stupid!? What if Steel Blade killed you!? What if our bosses found out about this!? And did you even think how I would feel!? Did that even cross your mind!? You can't just go into someone's personal life like this!"

Smallfoot felt tears welling up in her eyes and her lips began trembling. She felt herself getting closer to the breaking point.

"S-Sour..."

"NO! Why did you do this!? Why would you go to this much trouble just to get in my life!? What possible reason would you have for this!?"

"Because I love you!"

Author's Notes:

I'll admit, honestly the bits with Steel Blade aren't really weren't that pleasant to write, but in all honesty this was all I could think of, despite the fact he doesn't really have any character. But do not worry, we only have to suffer him one time and that's it. He won't be bothering us anymore.

And this chapter was a bit chaotic to say the least, but we're back on point.

We're getting close to the end of this fic, enjoy the drama.

Reconciliation

"Because I love you!"

Sour couldn't even think right now, nor could she react. She didn't know how to react.

"Y-You... w-what..."

Smallfoot's eyes welled up with more tears.

"I'm sorry...", Smallfoot whimpered.

Without looking back she ran into the women's bathroom, and slammed the door behind her. She wasn't sad anymore, she was mortified. She couldn't even think of what to do now.

Sour Sweet however didn't even know what to do. Her truck... her guardian... was her date? How? Why? When did this happen?

She turned around and glared at the girls behind her.

"Did any of you know about this!? Did you? Did you know this Indigo?"

Indigo froze and slightly shook her head in fear.

"I know you're lying. Lemon, did you know about this!?"

"No. Maybe... a little... okay yes I did!" Lemon snapped.

Sour scrunched her face, "Okay... I don't even know where to start. Why was she my date? Why were any of you involved? And why the *BLEEP* did you guys help her go on a date with me!?"

The girls didn't move a muscle after she yelled, but Sunny Flare stepped forward.

"You don't understand, do you? Do you even know why she did this?"

Sour shook her head, and Lemon stepped forward.

"Sour... mind if I say something?"

Sour rolled her eyes and groaned, "Fine."

Lemon looked Sour straight in the eye, and with a serious face, she spoke.

"Smallfoot did all of this because she loves you. And I'm not joking, she really actually loves you. Ever since you two met, she's secretly been falling in love with you every waking moment. You get along with her more than... well more than me, just as an example."

"So? How does that equal to her going on a date with me?"

"I'm not done," Lemon raised her hand. "She disguised herself as Big Rig because she wanted to make you happy. She did all of this because she couldn't stand to see you sad anymore. She did all of this, because of you. She loves you so much, she went through the human masquerade again just to make you happy," Lemon finished as she stood her ground.

Sour's angry composure was starting to go away as she heard what Lemon was explaining to her. She actually loved her? She went through all of this just because she loved her?

"S-She... she loves me?" Sour stammered.

The girls nodded.

"You don't know how much she does Sour. I've never seen a girl go this far with this much effort to win over someone," Sugarcoat stated.

Sour's jaw lowered and her eyes were wide. She couldn't believe this. Smallfoot put this much effort to make her happy... and she yelled at her. She yelled at the girl that was trying to make her happy. She flat out hurt the girl who was trying to make her feel loved and wanted again, and she didn't even acknowledge it. She must be feeling terrible right now.

"I... I have to talk to her. I have to make things right. W-Where did she go?"

"I think she's still in the bathroom," Sugarcoat replied.

Sour sighed, "I'm gonna go talk to her. Feel free to leave if you want."

"We ain't leaving ya Sour," Lemon smiled, "We're just gonna wait outside for you. That is if we can avoid the swarm of Monster Renegades outside."

Sour nodded, "Okay. I'll be back."

The girls nodded.

"Just go talk to your truck, we'll be waiting," Sugarcoat replied.

Sour nodded and she briskly walked away and entered into the bathroom. All around were white tiles and there were five stalls. Four of which were open, and the other was closed and there was a visible lock shown on it. She listened carefully and she heard the sounds of whimpering and crying coming from within the stall. Smallfoot was crying.

It was now or never for her to make things up with her and to discuss this like adults. She took a deep breathe and exhaled. She knocked on the stall door.

"Smallfoot? C-Can I talk to you?"

"Go away! You've made it very clear you don't even like me anymore, just go away!"

"S-Smallfoot I never said I didn't like you anymore. P-Please, can I talk to you? Can we just talk about this?"

Smallfoot continued to whimper until she came with a response.

"A-Alright..."

The lock on the door switched to unlocked, allowing Sour Sweet to walk in. She closed the door behind her, and saw Smallfoot was leaning her back against the wall, on the floor, hugging her knees and burying her face in her arms.

Sour took a seat next to her broken date with a sad expression on her face.

"Can I talk to you?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot just whimpered some more, "W-Why? Aren't you just gonna yell some more?"

Sour looked away for a brief moment and took a moment and sighed.

"Smallfoot?... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted like that when I found out. I just... I don't know. I'm not mad, is what I'm trying to say."

Smallfoot only slightly raised her head up, exposing her eyes which looked bloodshot, even the around the part where her metal skin was exposed.

"Smallfoot? Can I ask why you did this?"

Smallfoot lowered her head in shame, "What's the point? I think its clear you don't like me the same way I like you."

"Smallfoot. Please?" Sour asked.

Smallfoot's voice heavily shaked as she took a moment to breathe in and out so she could talk.

"Sour, I did this because... because...", Smallfoot felt her lips trembling and her eyes watering again, "It was the only way I could spend time with you again!"

Sour was sent back shocked, "W-What?"

"I wanted to make you feel better, but you never let me! I knew you were sad and I wanted to help you, but you kept pushing me away! I put on this disguise just so I could see you again! It was the only time you ever talked to me! I wanted to help you, I wanted to make you happy! W-Was that too much for me to do? I just wanted to see you smile again... I'm sorry I'm so selfish! Is it something wrong with me!? Am I the problem!?"

Smallfoot was now sobbing her eyes out and her face was buried in her arms again. She couldn't even look Sour in the eyes right now. She cried helplessly in her arms while Sour just sat there in complete shock.

She looked down at herself just thinking about everything that had happened in the last week. Was she really neglecting Smallfoot that much? Did she really not pay so much attention that she did something risky just so she could talk to her again? How could she have ignored her? How could have she been so horrible? So stubborn... so uncaring...

"Is... is this why you went on a date with me?"

"Yes," Smallfoot whimpered, "I just wanted to give you the girl you deserved! I just... I wanted to make you happy..."

Sour personally wanted to punch herself. Did she drive Smallfoot that much to do something behind her back just to make her happy again? To go out of her comfort zone and lie to her just so she could be happy?

Sour didn't waste another second and she pulled Smallfoot in, holding her and hugging her. And she couldn't hold back any tears.

"Smallfoot I'm so sorry...", Sour cried, "Oh gosh, I'm so sorry..."

Smallfoot's arms moved from out of her knees and she sat up a bit so she could wrap her arms around Sour's back, holding her and soaking her shoulder with her tears.

"No, Sour don't cry...", Smallfoot said.

"I'm so sorry... I didn't even know I pushed you away. I'm so horrible..."

A few minutes passed by as the two girls kept crying on each other's shoulders, saddened by the fear of neglect and abandonment, not wanting to lose what they had. How could Sour be such a bad friend that she didn't go to the one person who would always listen to her when she needed support?

As soon as they finished crying, they backed away and looked each other in the eyes. Both had tear stains down their cheeks, and their eyes were bloodshot. Sour wiped away another tear from Smallfoot's eye, and Smallfoot returned by wiping another tear from her eye.

"Smallfoot, I am so sorry... How can I express how sorry I am to you?"

Smallfoot was in complete silence. She wasn't even sure how to think right now. But Sour didn't stop speaking, and she spoke again.

"Smallfoot."

She turned and looked at Sour again who offered a friendly smile back.

"My feelings haven't changed for you. I'm so sorry I didn't tell you how I felt."

Smallfoot nodded and a weak smile came on her face. She felt her heart warm up at Sour's smile, and the feeling of abandonment was going away.

She pulled Sour in for another hug, and the two were finally calmed down. Sour's embrace felt so warm to Smallfoot, she didn't want their hug to end.

The two stopped hugging and they looked forward to the blank wall of the bathroom stall, trying to think. What could they do now? What could they even say now?

"Smallfoot? Do you mind if I ask you something?"

"Oh, no, of course."

"Um... do you really... love me?"

Smallfoot's humiliation returned, and her cheeks were turning red as velvet cake.

"Smallfoot, its okay. You're safe with me, I won't be mad."

Smallfoot sighed, "Okay, yes I do. I loved you from the day we first met."

"I'm listening."

"Okay, well...," Smallfoot sighed, "Ever since we met at the Friendship Games, and when you helped me and my friends against our enemy, I've slowly began feeling love for you. You were the sweetest girl I met, and you always made me happy. I was always happy when you were around because you made me feel happy... oh gosh, what am I saying? I just sound creepy..."

Sour looked to Smallfoot's eyes, "Actually... I don't think that's creepy."

Smallfoot turned to look at Sour.

"R-Really?"

"Mmmhmm. I honestly think that's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me. Honest."

That made Smallfoot's frown turn upside, giving Sour a smile in return.

"And, honestly, I... I kind of, like that you love me. I didn't know one anyone even felt this way about me."

"Well I do," Smallfoot said, blushing.

Sour just giggled, she looked so cute when she blushed, "You know... I think it's really sweet that you did all of this for me. No one's ever gone this far just to make me happy."

Smallfoot just lowered her head away from Sour.

"But Sour... but I lied to you, I lied to your face just so I could go on a date with you. How can--"

Sour silenced her by putting a finger over her lips, getting her to stop talking so she could speak.

"Smallfoot... what you did for me was the sweetest, kindest, most wonderful thing you've ever done."

Smallfoot smiled, "R-Really?

"Mmmhmm," Sour nodded with a warm smile.

"I... I don't know what to say."

"Its okay. Don't say anything. But... as long as we're confessing things, I've got something to say as well."

"Okay, well, what is it?" Smallfoot sat up, giving Sour her undivided attention.

"I, um... I... I sort of, kinda...", Sour stammered, "I... love you too."

Smallfoot's mood skyrocketed in the air, and a big smile came on her face.

"You... you love me?"

"Y-Yes. I do."

"W... Well why didn't you tell me?"

Sour sighed, "Because I didn't know how you'd feel. I didn't know you felt the same way, and... I didn't want to make things awkward between us."

Smallfoot still smiled to Sour, "Sour, nothing's going to be awkward between us. I promise you that."

Sour looked back at Smallfoot, "But what if people make fun of us for it? What if they think we're weirdos, what if our boss finds out? He's not gonna be happy if he finds out that we're--"

Sour was interrupted by Smallfoot pulling her close... and kissing her right on the lips. Sour was caught by surprise and was stiff for a split-second, but soon she felt herself calming down and she wrapped her arms around Smallfoot's neck, relaxing in her embrace. Sour didn't even try to fight back, because she didn't want to.

It was at this moment in time, Sour felt calm, relaxed, and happy. Smallfoot's lips tasted like sweet candy.

The two broke from the kiss and stared into each other's eyes.

"Sour? I know this may seem weird but... there are more weird relationships out there, I can honestly say that. But... this I want to say. I want to make you happy. I want to be the girl you deserve... I want to be your girlfriend."

Sour was dead silent for a second, but she blushed and had a small but adorable smile on her face.

"Sour? Um... D-Did I--"

Sour didn't let Smallfoot finish, and she pulled her in for another kiss. Smallfoot didn't argue or pull back, but she relaxed as well, calming down with Sour's sweet sweet kiss.

The two looked into each other's eyes with passion.

"Sour... can I have the honor of being your girlfriend?" Smallfoot asked.

Sour felt tears welling up in her eyes, but these were out of happiness.

"Y-Yes! Yes, of course!"

Sour pulled Smallfoot in again, and kissed her again, the two staring deeply into each other's eyes.

"Smallfoot? I know I said yes but... can I be your girlfriend? I know your dates weren't the greatest but--"

"Yes... yes!" Smallfoot squeed as she gave Sour a big hug. Too big of a hug.

Sour just giggled and wrapped her arms around Smallfoot, the two hugging each other for the longest time. They had gotten through hard struggles, but in the end, they were finally together. The two girls loved each other from the start, and now, they were finally together. Their hearts melted as they held one another.

Sour was so warm, delicate, and sweet. Holding Sour in her arms felt amazing. She gave a kiss on her cheek and Sour nuzzled him in return, making her heart melt. She looked absolutely adorable right now, resting her head on her chest.

"Smallfoot?" Sour asked, "What do you say... you and I go out? But this time... I want you. The real you."

Smallfoot smiled, "I would love that."

Smallfoot nuzzled Sour as she held her in her arms.

"I'm so happy you're finally mine," Smallfoot said before giving her another kiss.

Sour and Smallfoot had never felt so happy.

Author's Notes:

So they're finally together now.

I'll admit, the ending to this chapter could have been written better, but again, this is my first time writing official romance.

Don't leave just yet, I believe we've got one more chapter left.

We Belong Together

The rest of the girls stood outside of the diner, covered in the remains of food that splattered on them during the food fight, and they kept watching the Guardians and the Renegades continue to fight outside. But even though the Guardians were taking the fight to a safe distance so none of them would be hurt, there was still some daring questions.

"So... does anyone even know why the Renegades are back again?" Lemon Zest asked.

"Nope," Sugarcoat replied.

"Or why they're attacking the Guardians?"

"Nope."

"... we're never gonna get an explanation for why they just showed up out of nowhere, are we?" Sunny asked.

"I don't think so. I don't even see the point of them being here," Sugarcoat replied.

"You think if they just took this fight far from our eyes, we wouldn't miss anything?" Lemon asked.

"Probably not. I wouldn't even think we missed much if they weren't around," Sunny replied.

Looking behind, Indigo got the girls attention as they saw Smallfoot and Sour step out from the diner, with smiles on their faces, and this time, they were holding hands.

"Hey girls, I take it you two worked it out?"

The new couple didn't say anything but just looked back into each other's eyes with heart-warming smiles.

"Um... are you two alright?" Sunny asked.

Sour didn't say anything, but she pulled Smallfoot in a warm embrace and kissed her lips with sweet passion. Their arms wrapped around each other as they held each other.

Lemon's face dropped to complete shock, but slowly a big crazy grin came on her face.

"EEEEEE!!!! I KNEW IT! I KNEW IT, IT KNEW IT, I KNEW IT!", Lemon began bouncing up and down in the air in excitement.

"What do you know. They finally got together," Sugarcoat smiled.

"Its about time they finally got together, I mean, GOD!", Indigo said.

"So, you two are a couple now?" Sunny asked.

The two broke out of the kiss and looked to their friends.

"Yes!" Sour squeed.

"Aw, congratulations you two!"

Lemon leaped up and gave them both a big hug, catching them by surprise. But both of them just smiled and hugged Lemon back. It wasn't long for the rest of the girls to gather around and group together in a bug hug around the new couple.

"Congrats you guys," Indigo smiled.

"Glad to see you two finally got together," Sugarcoat replied.

"I'm so happy for you girls!"

Sour and Smallfoot blushed.

"Yeah, we're happy too," Sour smiled, and pulled Smallfoot close to her, to hold her in a warm embrace.

"So... should we leave you two alone, or--" Sunny asked.

"Aw, come on! Can't we just hang out with them a little more? Sour, what do you think of your girlfriend's rack?", Lemon wiggled her eyebrows, while the others just groaned.

"Oh my god," Indigo groaned.

"Seriously?"

"You couldn't just leave a sweet moment alone, could you? You just had to ruin it?"

"Now, now, Sugarcoat, its fine. I think I can learn to live with that kind of low-brow humor. But there's one thing you're forgetting Lemon," Smallfoot said.

"Okay, what's that?"

Smallfoot gave a smug look to Lemon's face as she walked up to her and stared down at her.

"My rack is bigger than yours," Smallfoot said without regret.

The others paused as Smallfoot threw down her remark without any shame, and she simply just walked back to Sour and stood next to her while Lemon just stayed in total silence, taking in what was said.

"She's got you beat," Indigo said.

"Y-Yeah..."

"Anyways...", Sunny cringed, "Are you two going off on your own for the night?"

"Actually, Sunny? Can I talk to you girls in private?" Smallfoot interrupted.

"Um, sure."

Smallfoot looked to Sour, "Alright if I talk to them real quick?"

"Um... sure, I guess."

Smallfoot kissed Sour's cheek before going to talk the girls in a private discussion. With Sour far from earshot, Smallfoot huddled them together to discuss her plan.

"So, what do you need us to do?"

"Well..."

Sometime later, the group of 6 managed to make it out of the vicinity of the restaurant and the area where the Guardians and the Renegades were having their battle. And they made it out in one piece too, trying to leave the place with their fighting was difficult. Every other second, there was someone being tossed, kicked, or thrown to the spot they were trying to walk to, and so they had to keep turning around to a different location, or walk around them without being hurt themselves.

Eventually, the Renegades were getting tired of getting their butts kicked and they called for an immediate retreat as soon as more Guardians were on their way. With the Renegades retreating, the Guardians took off to the skies, flying back to their base of origin.

Luckily, they got out of there fast. But what Sour didn't know was what Smallfoot had in mind for them to go.

Smallfoot held Sour's hand as they walked closer and closer to where they were going to go, and Sour had a blindfold over her eyes.

"Just a few more, watch your step."

"Can't I just take the blindfold off?"

"No, its a surprise," Smallfoot chuckled.

"Well I want to see it!"

"Almost there... Okay."

Smallfoot removed the blindfold from Sour's eyes, allowing her to see what was in front of her. And she gasped when she saw what laid in front of her eyes.

"Smallfoot... you set this all up?"

Smallfoot nodded.

Sour and the rest of the group had travelled back to the Guardian base, in a giant auditorium like room. But it wasn't like any regular auditorium. The floors were checkered, and there were a few colored lights going all around, up in the ceiling. Off to the corners, there were a few tables with drinks and food. And there was a little stage set up, where a few Guardians were standing on.

"H-How, did you...?"

"I wanted to make this night amazing. So I called the Guardians to set this all up, and I also called the girls as well."

Sour felt tears forming in her eyes, but they were anything but sad.

"I... I don't know what to say..."

Smallfoot just smiled and pulled Sour in to give her a passionate kiss on the lips, wrapping her arms around her. Every kiss with Sour was pure heaven.

"Sour? May I ask if you would like to dance with me?"

Sour smiled as more tears came down her face, "Yes! Of course!"

"You heard her boys, lets hit it!", a voice from the stage yelled.

On the stage, there were a few Guardians with band equipment made for their size. And soon, they began playing the instruments, playing a song for them to dance to.

The two girls stepped out onto the dance floor, both holding each other's hands and staring deeply into each other's eyes. In Smallfoot's eyes, Sour's smile was the most beautiful thing in the world. She was now dating the most beautiful girl on the planet, and no one else could have her.

She stroked the side of her cheek, making her giggle.

Sour's hands wrapped around Smallfoot's neck, and Smallfoot's hands held Sour's sides, as the two began dancing together. Their bodies slowly moved to the pace of the song, and the two kept their eyes locked onto one another. Their lips met with passion, and their arms held each other in sweet, sweet, delicacy.

Sour's heart skipped a beat, the way that Smallfoot looked at her. Her smile melted her heart, and it made her feel warm inside. This girl was here for her now. She had a girlfriend now. And this was someone she was going to treasure.

"You look absolutely beautiful Sour," Smallfoot cooed.

"T-Thanks. And, you look gorgeous," Sour said as she pulled her in for another kiss.

Sour nuzzled Smallfoot's cheek as she held her in her arms, making her smile.

"So... how would you say this evening has turned out?"

"Honestly, this is the best night of my life," Sour smiled.

Smallfoot grinned and she pulled Sour in for another passionate kiss. Lust connected between their lips, as Smallfoot cradled her partner in her arms, eliciting a moan from Sour as they kissed.

Smallfoot gently pulled her up, leaving Sour with a shocked look.

"W-What was that for?"

"I just wanted to show you how grateful I am to have the most beautiful girl as my girlfriend," Smallfoot smiled.

Sour blushed, "Oh stop."

"Stop what?", Smallfoot replied, "You look downright amazing, and there isn't anything I can do to help it."

"Y-You're just saying that...", Sour cooed.

"Sour," Smallfoot said, cupping the side of Sour's face, "You're the most beautiful thing I've laid my eyes on. Never forget that."

Sour smiled back and leaned her head on Smallfoot, nuzzling her cheek. It felt absolutely amazing that she had the most wonderful, kind, caring, and sweet girlfriend she could ask for.

All of their friends couldn't help but smile as they danced together.

"I-I promised myself I wouldn't cry... but its too beautiful...", Lemon said, sobbing.

"They're so adorable together," Sunny said as she sighed.

"My money says they'll get married," Indigo joked.

"We'll just see Indigo. We'll just see...", Sugarcoat said, as she watched the couple dance.

By the end of the evening, the girls went their separate ways for the night, leaving the new couple by themselves. The two of them were a little tired, and exhausted from a long evening, but at the same time, they were nothing but happy.

And now, the new couple were on their way back to Sour's house for the night. And Smallfoot, feeling happy she could be open to Sour now, just changed her form back to her real Gobot body, only shrunken down to Sour's size.

"I'm really enjoyed this evening, Sour", Smallfoot smiled.

Sour giggled, "So did I... Big Rig."

Smallfoot blushed, "Really?"

Sour just giggled some more, "Yes. And I think its cute when you blush."

Smallfoot's face only went redder, making Sour just give her another kiss on her gray cheek. The two looked forward and saw Sour's house with the lights still on inside.

"So... should we just walk in then?" Smallfoot asked.

"I guess so," Sour replied.

Smallfoot kissed Sour's cheek again before looking in her eyes.

"Want a ride inside?"

Sour stifled a giggle, "What? Its just a few steps."

"I know. Just say yes."

"Okay.... yes?"

Smallfoot made a devious smile on her face, and Sour let out a yelp as Smallfoot swooped her into her arms, carrying her bridal-style. Sour's own eyes were wide as well, but she was anything but sad.

She looked back into Smallfoot's emerald eyes and planted a kiss on her cheek as she snuggled close to her new girlfriend. Smallfoot moved the door and managed to work a finger down to the handle and opened it without any struggles. Surprisingly, it wasn't locked.

She walked inside the house, still carrying her in her arms. Smallfoot looked around as she carried Sour inside and smiled. She had never seen the inside of Sour's house before, and now she was inside her girlfriend's home.

"Sour, this place looks amazing... I never got to see the inside of this place before," Smallfoot gasped.

"I know, its not really much but--"

"Sour. I think your home is fine the way it is," Smallfoot interrupted.

Sour smiled, "Thanks. Now, um... do you want me to show you around? Because I'll gladly show you around--"

"WHAT THE F#@* ARE YOU!?"

Smallfoot immediately froze in place when he heard the yell, and so did Sour. She knew who that angry voice belonged to. And she knew exactly why he was freaking out.

Smallfoot slowly turned around and froze at the sight of an older gentleman standing before them, with yellow skin and minty green hair. And in his hands was a small little pistol pointed at her.

"Put my daughter down, right now!"

"Um... I can explain," Smallfoot said.

"Who the *BLEEP* are you?"

"Well, I'm--"

Smallfoot didn't finish her sentence. Without thinking, her headlights on her chest blared a bright white light at Sour's father, blinding him. He moved his hands up to block all of the light, and he let out a yell as a small electric shock zapped him, sending him falling on the ground.

And without thinking, Smallfoot glared up at the ceiling lights and zapped the bulb in the ceiling, making the room completely black. Now she and Sour were in the dark, with Sour's father knocked out on the floor.

"... You just flashed my father."

"I'm sorry, I panicked!"

"Couldn't you have just used the knock-out shock?"

"I wanted him distracted, I didn't know what else to do!"

"You can't just go flashing people like that!"

"... Sorry."

Author's Notes:

Okay, so we've finally finished Sweet Sweet Smallfoot. How do you think I handled it? What elements did you think I handled well.

Peace everyone! And stay tuned for the next entry for this series.