Tidying Up!

[Jon]

(Afternoon)

Rootie sighed as she tugged on the spare bed, dragging it into Irish Creme's room. She huffed, and she puffed, and she whined. "I don't want to be doing this! I want to go home, and I want to just ly down in my own bed, and just.." Tears filled her eyes. "I just want to die.."

"Oh, Rootie!" Irish Creme run to Rootbeer Float, and nuzzled her. "Rootie, it's all going to be alright. I promise."

"Everything of mine is gone. All my pictures, all my things, all my, all my..Life, is gone. Everything I've worked for, my job, my business.." Tears splashed on the floor, and soaked her face.

"Rootie, you'll pull threw this, we'll work threw this together." Irish Creme's eyes welled with tears. "Atleast we still have eachother."

The twinkle in Irish Creme's eyes was now gone. "I don't know what to say, or do.." Irish Creme muttered out as Rootie walked over to the window sniffling, looking for the Castle, she couldn't fine it, all she saw from the window was rubble, and smoke, and death..And.."Oh. My.." Rootie whirled around to Irish Creme.

"What do you remember before we were back infront of the shop?" She asked excitedly.

"I don..Wait, yes I do..I was on the cliff, that lead out to the mountains, and then..And then..Nothing. That's it, I was looking out, and then, I was back at the shop."

"Same here, except that I was at the castle, I said something, and then, I was back at the shop, and it was destroyed, and before the castle, all I remember was Finnigan, and that, red..Thing." Rootie walked over to Irish Creme. "I think something happend to us, but..We.." A white light flashed over the room, leaving Rootie and Irish Creme in a dazed like state. The white light wiped their memories, they forgot what they were talking about, and they changed the subject.

"What are we going to do about the shop?" Irish Creme asked. Rootbeer Float pondered. "Hm. Start over?" Rootie smiled, a glimpse of happyness back into her eyes.

The Rainbow of Purity was working it's magic, none of the three(Arianna, Rootie, and Irish Creme) would remember what happend. They had been taken to a place, a place like no other, and Arianna was becoming..Pure.

[Jon]

Rootie thought to herself. 'Victory..She's lost her job..Well, so have I, and Irish Creme.'

Irish Creme laughed to herself slightly.

"What's so funny?" Rootie asked.

"Well, Cotton Candy won't have any competition anymore."

"Yeah.." Rootie said while thinking to herself.

"What're you thinking?"

"Nothing, don't read my mind, either! I've got a idea." Rootie said while looking at her puzzled friend. "Just, trust me." She said as she walked over to the window, and lifted it up al the way. She backed down, and gave Irish Creme a wink. "I'll be back!"

((CONT: To "All Eyes On Me." in Cotton Candy Cafe))

[Jon]

((CONT: From "All Eyes on Me." in Cotton Candy))

Rootie continued to talk about how her and Cotton Candy were going to open up a new business, and remodel the cafe, but Irish Creme didn't care. Why was Rootie being so kind to the pony she used to despise so much? Why had she been changing so much? Everything had been changing, and Irish Creme didn't like it. She didn't like change, she just wanted everything back to normal.

"So, what do you say? Will you come work with us?" Rootie asked joyfully.

"No." Irish Creme said. She didn't want to work with Cotton Candy, she wanted it to be like it used to be.

"Huh? Why not?"

"I have no desire to. I don't really need the money right now, and anyways.." She gave a sorrowful smile, and turned her back to Rootie. "I'm glad that the business is going to start back up."

"I am to..It's just.."

"It's just, nothing." Irish Creme said. She walked to her room, and shut the door.

Rootie sighed, and walked out the door again.

((CONT: To "All Eyes on Me." in Cotton Candy Cafe.))

[Jon]

Irish Creme peeked her head out from her door. She looked around. Rootie had left, good. She walked over to a small table, and picked up her phone. She dialed a number.

"Hello, yes, is this Ponyland Construction?" She waited for a reply. "Good, I need some construction crews in Ponyville tommorow. Yes, thankyou." She hung up the phone, and took a book from the drawer. She flipped threw it, and dialed another number.

[Jon]

((CONT: From "All Eyes on Me." in Cotton Candy Cafe))

MONDAY EVENING

((There's cursing in this post.^^..))

Irish Creme sat at the table, working on paper work for a new store. She blew some hair out of her face, just as Rootie burst threw the door.

"What the h*ll were you thinking?"

"What ever do you mean?" Irish Creme said while looking up from her papers.

"What ever do you mean?" Rootie said mockingly. "What the h*ll do you think I mean!? You opened up a new store! Right on top of where our shop used to be! How could you do that!?"

Irish Creme pushed her chair away from the table, and got down. "Look, Rootbeer Float, without me, you would have never got the money to open that f*cking store in the first place! So don't you dare tell me what I can and can't do with a space that I!"

"A space? Is that all it is to you anymore!? Irish Creme, that was my home, for Rainbow's sake, it was my home, and my job!" Rootie was furious, her face dripped with sweat. There was a tremble in her throat. "I can't believe you did this!"

"How could I do this!? You're the one that established the alliance with Cotton Candy! How could you have done that!?" Irish Creme turned her back away, and then turned around. "I think it's best you get your things, and leave. Your insurance money should be in by tommorow, and I'll mail it to you at the cafe. I think it's bes--" Irish Creme had stopped talking, not because something had suprised, but because the words had been smacked out of her mouth. Literally. Rootie had raised her hoov, and slapped Irish Creme straight across the face. Rootie stormed towards the door, and turned around.

"F*ck you, Irish Creme, have a good life with your new store. Have a good life without me."