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↳ rarity ༉‧₊˚✧

Rarity stormed downstairs after seeing the mess Apple Jack had made in her room.

She bawled her fists, shaking her head as she felt her face become hot upon seeing Apple Jack cooking at the stove, smirking as the purple haired girl glared at her. The nerve!

The Kitchen table was bustling happily until Apple Jack sat down.

Granny Smith complimented the barn and how pretty it had become after being such an eyesore for so long.

Apple Bloom was about to say that AppleJack didn't like it, but Big Mac gave her a nudge under the table to make her stop, for Granny's sake.

It also wasn't a very good diner topic to talk about how much Apple Jack disliked Rarity.

They all seemed like a lovely family. So perfect, so kind. Something you'd see out of a Christmas card or a Norman Rockwell painting, the way they all blended together under the kitchen light.

And it would've been absolutely perfect if it hadn't been for the small feud she had with Apple Jack. Rarity was sure that if it weren't for their bickering and silent resentment, they could've made a perfect family. But after her house was finished, she feared she'd never talk to her again.

At first, Rarity worried she was beginning to like Apple Jack in a way that she shouldn't. Falling in love with someone the polar opposite of you who also happens to hate your guts is not a very good idea.

But now, it was easy to hate her back after the stunt she pulled.

Rarity's eyes stayed lasered on AJ, who seemed maliciously unbothered as she took small bites of her soup, taking the tiniest breaks to look up and wipe her mouth with the bottom of her shirt or the edge of her thumb.

"That was delicious, Granny. I think I'll go ahead and check in for the night," Apple Jack said, glancing at Rarity with a twinge of mischief in her eye. "Gotta be up early. We're gonna be cleaning up the west wing tomorrow. That's where we'll do the fireworks- right behind MIss Rarity's new house."

She was doing nothing at all but at the same time doing absolutely everything to anger Rarity. The way she smiled, the way she carried herself, her stupid abs of arrogance and freckles of lunacy.

Rarity thought of the perfect plan to get revenge on Apple Jack.

She quickly helped clean the kitchen with Big Mac and Apple Bloom giving them a quick message before she left, "don't come upstairs. It's for your own good," and trotted up the stairs and locked herself in Apple Jack's bedroom.

As soon as she locked the door, another devious plan formed in her head. It was risky, but the payback would be worth it.

Slowly, she crept out the hallway, and turned the knob to the bathroom ever so slightly, her heart racing as she opened the door and spotted her towel.

Rarity almost froze when she realized that the shower curtain was completely transparent.

Snatching the towel up, she darted out almost as quickly as she went in, her eyes only lingering on the silhouette of the muscular, perfectly toned, lightly freckled Apple Jack.

She placed the towel on her bed and locked the door and waited for the magic to happen.

Rarity tenderly flipped through her romance book, only slightly glancing up when she heard rapid footsteps through the hallway, quickly approaching her room. The doorknob turned.

The footsteps rushed back to the bathroom.

Picking the book back up, she snickered to herself as she heard the door slam shut.