Thank you senpai; this pic inspired a strange need for a sequel to that other awesome feel-pic.



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On the night of New Year's Eve, two fillies stand alone in the cold rain on the roof of the tallest building in the city. It was kind of cold that night. They stood alone on the rooftop. They could hear the carriages roll by down on 441, like waves crashin' in the beach.



One filly is in tears, and the other is standing awkwardly confused.



Scootaloo hated awkward moments like this (particularly if it - MAYBE - was a tiny bit her fault). Attempting to change Bloom's mood to either a more manageable anger or laughter, she attempted a humorous retort: "Well, uh, I guess we could forget this ever happened... IF you agree to give me one kiss every day for the next year."



Now it was Apple Bloom's turn to call her an idiot and either storm off, give her a good slap, and/or laugh a little at the whole situation.



But, somehow, it wasn't going to be that simple. Why isn't it ever that simple?!?



AB: *sniff* "Once a month."



Sc: "What?"



AB: *hic* "One kiss per month to shut yer mouth."



Sc: "One per week." Asked later, Scootaloo couldn't say WHY she kept negotiating. She wasn't particularly into fillies. She certainly wasn't into Apples (meeting a pony like Babs could go a long way toward turning one off of dating a whole family for generations). But she wasn't about to turn down a free kiss each week ["from a ginger with adorable freckles" - dangit Sweetie, you aren't in this scene! Git!].



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Scootaloo: "You know, that's not exactly how it went."



Narrator: "Ugh! How do you ponies keep getting in here? Does 'On Air' translate to 'free puppies and ice cream' in Equestrish?"



Sc: "Seriously, though, the weather team cleared the skies so we could all see the fireworks. Also, the tallest building in Ponyville is City Hall, and it's only three stories. Besides, nopony goes up there at night because it's always full of teenage batponies sucking on fermented fruit and arguing whether Celestia or your mom is hotter. Bloom and I met up in the courtyard behind Sugarcube Corner to get a little privacy from the crazy events in the town square."



Nar: "Okay, so why are you bothering me and ruining my story?"



Sc: "Because it doesn't make sense."



Nar: "It's a LOVE STORY! It isn't SUPPOSED to make sense!"



Sc: *scowl* "I'm going to tell Book Princess to revoke your story license."



Nar: "You ponies drive me to Twitter, you know that?"