Crush and Scrambled
“Hmm, right on schedule.”
Flintlock turned from his locker and stared into the fest pool of ponies that swarmed the hallways during the passing period. He had expected to easy spot out the stallion that had been talking about him. What feeling it was coming from didn’t matter; it was just for a small amount of closure as to whom. Nothing else. He scanned the hallways, seeing no pony in particular and quickly shoved the comment from his mind.
“Him. He’s right on schedule.”
He turned from his locker once again, but only to his right to see his “neighbor of sorts”, Enfield. Flint looked at the military pony for a moment before leaning back to look around him. There he noticed what had captured his neighbor’s attention. A stallion in a letterman jacket that was standing by a wall and facing the mas of students in the halls.
“Haven’t noticed that?” Enfield asked, turning to Flint and back again “He’s been doing it for a while.”
“No,” Flint replied in short as he leaned back to his locker, “Dun usually pay attention to dat wall.”
Enfield turned back to his locker and pulled out a small notepad, which he immediately began flipping through. Flint heard the shuffling of paper stop as Enfield pointed to one of the pages.
“ListArt. He’s always standing there at this passing period…” Enfield began reciting. “Usually starting around 12: 30 or 12: 45. Stops at the warning bell…”
Flint leaned back as this information was spelled out, looking at Enfield with a raised eyebrow.
“What pony keeps dat kind of information?” Flint questioned as Enfield continued to go down the page.
“Hey, you never know when this kind of stuff will come in handy,” Enfield assured as he turned back to the pad.
Flint went back to his locker and gathered his books, hiding the pack of cigarettes he had snuck in for the bathroom later.
“Often frozen in a statue like state.”
“What?” Flint asked, his ears perking up at this information.
Enfield motioned for him to follow as he began to walk over to List. Flint found himself following as Enfield waved a hand in front of List’s face.
“See, no reaction.” He commented, as he went back to the note pad, “Also, while in this state, his face can be seen either beet red or a light shade of…”
“Dis is ridiculous,” Flint finally said, looking at Enfield and realizing the time that had been wasted, “Why would you need to know dat?”
“Deductive reasoning,” Enfield simply answered, “It’ll help me find out why he’s like this.”
Flint lowered his eyebrows as he watched Enfield go about his reasoning.
“Well, from the amount of blush, it would suggest he just experienced something embarrassing, but with this being daily. It can’t be that. Then, it probably is because of…”
Flint stood there as Enfield paused for a moment, before looking up at him.
“A mare?” Flint added, shrugging his shoulders.
“Yeah, that make sense,” Enfield assured as he wrote that note down.
“Dis is probably just a first kiss situation or somethin’ like dat.” Flint stated as he began to move away.
“No, he’s single.” Enfield advised, running his finger to an old note entry on the paper, “I asked around the school and consensus says he’s single.”
Flint stopped right where he was and lowered his eyebrows again, turning back to face Enfield with a frown.
“Again, what pony goes ‘bout for dis kind of information?”
“Again, it narrows down the answer to this,” Enfield explained once more.
“I assume now the question is, Mr. Detective,” Flint began, still frowning, “Who’s the mare he has a crush on?”
“Well yeah,” Enfield nodded before chuckling a bit, “You know, for a pony that likes to keep to himself. You sure are becoming enthralled with this.”
Another frown. Flint glared at Enfield for a moment, before shaking his head. A cigarette in the bathroom later was now further up on his to do list for the day.
The sound of the warning bell broke his thoughts and he began thanking for a break to this situation. He was about to turn away…
“…You guys need something..?” The statue suddenly asked, causing both stallions to jump a little at the sudden third voice as Enfield fell on his butt. “oops..”
(First time at doing something along these lines, but I had a lot of fun doing it. ^^ Hope it’s what you wanted from a story addition. Also, I hope I wrote Flint and Enfield well based on what I read from their bios.)
Mod- well this is completely adorable! Thank you so much!
(( mod : this really is a nice breath of fresh air to return to after being away from the pc for a while! Thank you so much, you did capture Flint’s high school persona feel, it was really fun to read! ^^