“Can you do me a favor?” asks Rarity.
“Sure,” you say, willing to do anything for your good friend.
“You know Jumper, right?” she asks.
You, in fact, did know of him. He’s in a lot of your classes. “Yeah,” you answer.
“Well, do you know what he thinks of me?” she asks, this time with her face as red as a rose.
Now you see where this is going. Rarity wants Jumper to take her to the end-of-school dance. “Not really,” you answer. “We don’t talk much.”
“Then, if it’s not too much to ask,” Rarity pleads, “Could you please ask him how he feels about me?”
“I don’t see why not,” you say, “but if he’s interested, what then?”
“Then you tell me, and I’ll ask him out,” she answers as if it was so simple.
“Alright then, I’ll ask him when I get the chance,” you say, as you turn to leave the boutique.
“And be subtle about it!” she calls out before you go out the door.
“Don’t worry, I will,” you say, “Bye!”
As you walk home, you think about what just happened. Rarity just asked you to ask a stallion she liked if he’s interested in her. You always questioned Rarity’s taste in men. She was a beautiful pony, but she always tended to go for the stallions that look good, but don’t deserve her at all.
Take Prince Blueblood, for instance. You knew him personally, since you used to live in Canterlot, and you knew that he was a real dick. You wanted to tell Rarity that, but you didn’t want to ruin her dreams of getting with him, and she probably wouldn’t have believed you since she was so infatuated with him.
Jumper, on the other hand, seems to be a pretty nice guy. Even though he’s a jock, he was the kind of jock that wasn’t a total flankhole to everypony. He wasn’t a dimwit, either. You sit next to him in every class that you have with him, and you would occasionally glance at his tests when the teacher would give back the grades, and he always got a good score. He’s pretty much an all-around good guy, perfect for a pony like Rarity.
Just then, speak of the devil, you see Jumper just down the road. This would be the perfect time to ask him what he thinks of Rarity. You remember to heed the words she said: be subtle.
“Hey, Jumper,” you say to him as you reach him.
“What’s up, [your name]?” he says.
“Not much,” you say. “I’m just on my way home from Rarity’s place.”
Step one.
“Oh, really?” he asks. “Are you two-”
“Oh, no. She just called me over to help her with her designs and stuff,” you say. If Jumper thought that you and Rarity were together, then he wouldn’t give her a second thought, and that’s not good.
“Since we’re talking about Rarity, what do you think of her?” you ask.
What’s Jumper’s response?
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