For those who want to see a completion of this story, I am sorry. I no longer have the creative energy to work on this. What I do have are the remnants of an ending I had drafted years ago when I first wrote this story. If you ctr+F >>> you will be brought to the ending I had planned.

>It was your first day in Ponyville.
>Ever since day one of your arrival in Equestria, you had saved up bits to move here.
>A new world meant a new start, and new opportunities.
>Making a living in Equestria was much easier than it was back home despite how unpromising your initial prospects were.
>Without a cutie mark denoting a special talent, ponies were hesitant to hire you over a pony whose resume was on their body.
>But, there was one area where you had the advantage of hands and a strong back.
>Once ponies saw how well you could handle tools and manual labor, they were quick to make a deal.
>Cutting, hammering, drilling, measuring: you could do it all with the precision of a unicorn, the speed of a pegasus, and for as long as an earth pony.
>It wasn't long before you learned the tricks of the trade, and got to bargain for better schedules and wages.
>You moved to Ponyville hoping to find work, but saved enough to last you a few months in a cheap home if you had an unlucky run.
>If things didn't go as planned, you would go back to Manehattan where there was always a construction job.
>You hoped for the best, partly because of the money and work you sank into the move, partly because you wanted to live somewhere more quiet, but also because of a particular pony.
>You set your sights on Ponyville to find your waifu.
>You always joked that there was no way she'd ever feel the same way about you, but now that you were here, you had to find out.
>You made it to the front door of your house, and before you enter, a voice catches you.
>"Hey, are you new here?"
>You look to the voice, and see a thistle colored pegasus with a dull purple, swooped-back, mane and tail laying on a cloud at about eye-level, her chin propped up by her hoof.
>She has a smile on her face, and her eyes are partially closed.
>You give a standard greeting by extending your hand for a shake and smile.
"Yeah, I just moved here."

>She had a moment of elation when she reached out for your hand, but she stopped herself short.
>She let out a little giggle, then approached your hand again, this time more deliberate in her movement.
>"It's nice to have a new face around here. We don't have much in the way of..."
>She has a slightly confused expression as she tries to play the guessing game.
>"Minota-chimpan-"
>She's cringing at herself, hoping for some relief.
>You imitate her slow inflection.
"Human," you say with a smile.
>She repeats your word, her own smile returning.
>"Human, okay. That's interesting."
"Yeah, I guess it is," you say hoping to just move the conversation along.
>She folds her forelegs onto the cloud and rests her head on them, her hind legs gently swaying back and forth.
>"So, what brings you to Ponyville?"
>You give her the light explanation of why you're here.
>You hoped that she'd be satisfied with it and let you go on your merry way, but whenever you finished, she followed up with a question, to which you answered with another light response, to which she would ask another question.
>You looked around as you talked to her, hoping an excuse would be found.

>You'd occasionally catch glances at her.
>Her eyes were locked on you the entire time.
>You answered her final question.
>At least, with the brief silence, you hoped that was the case.
>"You know, you humans are pretty cute."
>She shoots upright and her eyes widen.
>There's another moment of silence, one that seems to last much longer.
>She breaks the silence with a nervous laugh and forced smile.
>"Hey, I've kept you long enough. I uh...I better let you go. You're probably really tired, and want to get some rest...I'll see you around?"
>You take a second to respond, still processing her earlier comment.
"Oh, uh, yeah. You'll see me."
>"Great!"
>She grabs onto her little cloud, and starts to fly away before turning around and immediately coming back.
>She reaches out and grabs your hand with both hooves and shakes it.
>"My name's Clear Skies, by the way."
"My name's Anon."
>She holds onto your hand for a second or two longer.
>"Right, Anon. Got it. Anon the human."
"That's right."
>She nods before darting away with her cloud.

Man, I really hope small town ponies aren't all like this.
>You head in for the afternoon.
>You walk around the small house, taking tab of what furniture you're going to need.
>As promised, the owners left the place lightly furnished as part of the deal.
>The living room had a couch and a single chair, and the dining room adjacent had only a small table with a couple flimsy, wooden, chairs.
>The bedroom didn't fare well either.
>There was a single dresser and a bed frame that didn't fit your mattress.
>Along with inventory, you took time to inspect the place, coming up with house-projects you could do.
>You considered busting out the wall separating the dining room and living room, making the whole place feel more open.
>Maybe take down part of the wall in the kitchen, and convert that part into a little bar.
>You noticed that the place was pretty low on natural light too, and thought the whole place could do with some more windows.
>And you could always stand to have an additional room built.
>In the backyard, there was more than enough space for a small storage shed.
>The idea of finally having a home instead of an apartment, and all the possibilities that came along with it, put a smile on your face.
>But, you were getting ahead of yourself.
>Projects required money, and money wasn't a guarantee yet.
>Before you could even tear down anything, you needed a serious upgrade with your furniture.
>Your afternoon was spent getting some necessities unpacked, some dinner cooked, and some daydreams dreamed before crashing on the barely-big-enough couch.
>Your morning was planned out: get familiar with the town, look for work, stop by a furniture store, and if you were lucky, run into your waifu.

>That was your plan, until part way on your walk to town, you were spotted by none other than Clear Skies.
>She was quick to greet you, and find out what you were up to.
"Nothing much, I was just going walk around town. See what's where. You know. Maybe look at some furniture."
>"Yeah, that's cool."
>You waited for her to leave, but she continued to float beside you as you walked.
>"Hey, why don't I show you around? I know where you can get some great sofas."
>She looks pretty eager to do this favor for you.
>Frankly, it would be easier if you went alone.
>Venturing out, looking to come across your crush is a lot harder to do when you have someone following you around.
"Oh, that's not necessary. I really appreciate it, but I'm sure you've got a lot to do."
>"Nonsense! I've got the whole day free."
"The whole day?"
>"Yep."
"You don't have ANYTHING you need to get done today?"
>"Not at all. Cloudsdale hasn't planned any cloudy weather for today."
"Great..."
>She gives you a little nudge.
>"I guess you could say that means your forecast for today is Clear Skies."
>You force a laugh out of politeness.
>You're afraid that making eye-contact with her will only encourage her, but couldn't help but peak over.
>Her face is slightly turned away, but from what you can see, it shows immediate regret at her joke.
>She brings her hoof to her mouth and bites down on it.
>The rest of the walk to the center of town was silent.
>Luckily, it was a pretty short walk.

>She regained much of her confidence when you arrived in the comfort of the Ponyville square.
>Clear Skies gave the grand tour of the town, showing you all the places you had planned to find anyways: Sugar Cube Corner, the town hall, the Carousel Boutique, and all the others you remember from the show.
>All places that you didn't have the opportunity to visit with your newfound pal around.
>Admittedly, it wasn't all bad to have her give you the tour.
>She introduced you to others around town, a bit of a chore to do on your own.
>You figured having a resident hanging around made you more approachable.
>Still, you would have preferred the luxury of wandering around town yourself.
>When she finished showing you around, you figured that was as good a time as any to tell her you wanted to split.
>You had to go furniture shopping, and that felt like a solo act.
>Thankfully, she agreed.
>Davenport's Quills and Sofas left much to be desired.
>You only had yourself to blame.
>Not a bed frame in sight.
>Not a table, or chair.
>Not a single thing that wasn't quills or sofas.
>Nice sofas regardless.
How does this guy even stay in business with this kind of model?
>But, there were other places to search.
>As you went about your shopping, a thought occurred to you.
>You wondered if it was worth building your own furniture instead of buying it.
>It would be cheaper, and show your special somepony how handy you are, and it would all have a special quality to it.
>Besides, it's a new challenge for yourself, and would certainly bide the time while you continued to look for work.
>In the end, you were more indecisive about what to do than before, and wound up spending zero bits on anything, only to sleep on the couch again.

>The next few days were spent following the same routine, more or less.
>You'd get ready, then walk around town, chatting up the locals, looking for some kind of work.
>Everyday you hit up a new set of businesses and homes, occasionally coming across the same ponies in different settings.
>None of them had anything they needed to get done, so all you could do was leave them with your name and address, and hope that sometime down the line, work would come.
>You underestimated how quickly that task was going to be completed.
>It only took four days before you stopped by every place you could.
>The only thing you could do now was wait, and bide the time.
>You decided that building your own furniture was the way to go right now, considering the time you now had on your hands.
>It was strange, having nothing going on in your life.
>It reminded you of your first days in Equestria.
>The worst part of not having a job wasn't the worries of poverty hanging over your head, but the forced idleness that came along with it.
>Luckily, you had projects to do in the meantime, as well as a surprise.
>Pinkie Pie had thrown you a late Welcome-to-Ponyville surprise party at your house, and to her credit, it did surprise you, even if it was because you never expected for her to break into your house to do it.
>Once the surprise was over, the party moved to the yard.
>Everyone in town was there: your waifu, and all her friends, of course, but also the ponies you tried conducting business with, and yes, even Clear Skies.
>"Hey, Anon!"
>She has a drink in her hooves, one she takes a frequent drink from.
>You could barely hear her over the booming music.
>"This is a pretty great party, huh?"
"Yeah, it's definitely a party alright."
>"How have you been? I haven't seen you for days!"
"You know, I've just been a bit busy. That's all."
>"Doing what?"
>You look over to her.
>She's floating beside you, her drink held close to her face, and a smile just behind it.
Oh jeez.

>You hated being rude, but you tried to find a way to get separated from her.
>You managed to for a bit, and took the opportunity to chat up your waifu.
>You formally introduced yourself to her, tried explaining why you were here, and did a little boasting about your carpentry skills, but she wasn't impressed.
>You tried some flirting and compliments, and all you were rewarded with were some thank yous, giggles, and generic compliments in return.
>You felt a little embarrassed with yourself.
>Then, you turned it around by asking questions about her, questions - quite frankly - you already knew half the answers to.
>That opened her up.
>She started going on and on about her work and other interests.
>You asked about her cutie mark.
>And then she was off.
>You struck gold.
>She became much more responsive, and flirtatious.
>The conversation flowed back and forth for a while.
>All you had to do was ask the magic question.
"So, do you want to continue talking sometime? Maybe over a cof-"
>"There you are, Anon!"
>You're tugged away from your conversation by Clear Skies.
>"I've been looking all over for you."
"Can it wait just a second?"
>Before you even get an answer from her, you turn back around to your waifu.
"I'm sorry about that. So, about that coffee?"
>In that short few seconds, she's already been pulled away by one of her friends as well.
"Dammit."
>You turn back to Clear Skies, trying to hide your annoyance with her.
"Did you want something?"
>"Yeah."
"What is it then?"
>She rubs her foreleg with her hoof, and rolls her eyes to the side.
>"Well, I wanted to know if you'd like to dance with me."
>The request takes a second to process, but once it does, you feel like a jerk for getting upset with her.
"Look, I'm not much of a dancer. I've got two left feet, and no sense of rhythm."
>"That's nonsense, Anon. Anypony can dance!"
>She could sense that a rebuttal was forming in your head, so she grabs you by the hands, and drags you out into the open with her.

>You stand there like a board, watching Clear Skies bounce back and forth, her head nodding side to side, eyes closed and blissful smile.
>She drifts around, and bumps into you.
>She opens her eyes and sees your arms still at your side, in the exact same location and position she left you in.
>"Come on, Anon. What's the matter?"
"I told you, I don't dance."
>She picks up your hands with her hooves.
>"Then let me help."
"I don't really think that's necessary."
>She raises an eyebrow, and without dropping your hands, jabs you with her elbow.
>"Oh I'm sorry. I didn't realize 'the tree' was a dance move."
"Oh, ha-ha."
>"Come on, lighten up. It's a party."
>Dancing still didn't feel right, but you took a deep breath, and gave Clear Skies a smile.
>She started off slow and basic, moving your arms back and forth.
>Once she got that moving, she started her head nod again.
>"Come on."
"What?"
>She exaggerates her nodding.
>You figure out she's wanting you to follow her.
>You mimic her, throwing your head side to side, but with a cheesy grin, launching your hands high above your head.
>She covers her mouth with her forelegs, trying to conceal her laughter, but a little bit escapes.
>"Okay, okay. Let's not get too excited."
>You settle down and go back to your reserved dancing.
>"That's it."
>Soon, she moves her body away, dragging you along with her.
>You tilt around, but your feet remain planted.
>Clear Skies drifts further and further away, but you keep pulling her back.
>She becomes aware of what you're doing and lets you stay in one place.

>You stare into each others' eyes.
>She has a huge smile on her face.
>You're not sure what expression you're giving, but you hope that it's an appropriate one.
>She starts bouncing up and down, lifting your arms.
>You take the hint and move along with her.
>You maintain this simple dance for a while.
>Just as you get comfortable with the dancing, you feel a tug at your arms.
>Clear Skies pulls you along the floor, your feet barely keeping up.
>"Gotcha!"
>Now that your feet were moving, she wasn't going to let them stop.
>You would move side to side, back and forth, and around in circles.
>It didn't matter to her how much or how little you were moving, as long your feet didn't go back to being stapled to the ground.
>"See, you're getting the hang of it."
>Clear Skies did a good job of keeping you moving.
>That was until you caught a glimpse of your waifu.
>She was with her friends, and it seemed like they were looking your way and laughing.
>Embarrassment rushes through you.
>Instinctively, you freeze, giving Clear Skies a jolt.
>"Oof! Hey, hey. What happened?"
>She goes right back to her dance routine, but you just stand there.
>"Anon?" there's a pleading quality to her voice.
>You shrug your shoulders.
"Sorry."
>You look around, checking to see if your waifu is still looking at you.
>It doesn't seem so.
>"Are you embarrassed that ponies are looking?"
"No, I just don't feel like dancing anymore."
>Clear Skies inserts her head into your view and tugs at your arms.
>"Hey, don't worry about them. We were having fun."
>You put on another fake smile, and force yourself to dance again.
Correction: you were having fun.

>Clear Skies was stuck to your side for the rest of the night.
>She enjoyed herself much more than you did, and was one of the last to leave.
>She would converse with you in between songs she wanted to dance to, which was often.
>Once you were out on the floor, you'd drift off into thoughts about how to meet up with your waifu again and officially set something up.
>You went along best you could, but she noticed something was up.
>"We don't have to keep dancing, Anon."
"Huh?"
>"If you don't want to dance, that's fine. You can take a break."
"Oh, no. It's fine. Really."
>"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
>She raises an eyebrow.
"What?"

>>>

[Note: the context here is that Anon is on a date with his waifu, and Clear Skies, in her desperation, sabotaged the date with a rainy cloud that gets out of hand]

>You offered to let her come back to your place to get out of the rain, but she turned it down, saying her place was closer.
>You made the suggestion that maybe you come with her, but she turned that down as well.
>She said she had other some things she needed to get done anyways.
>Maybe another time.
>Maybe this was her way of telling you something.
>There was never going to be another time.
>You didn't even get much of a goodbye.

>Rain poured down on you the entire way home, but your jacket made a good umbrella.
>The quickly forming puddles seeped into your shoes, and soaked the bottoms of your pant leggings.
>You hurried the best you could, and you would have made it home sooner had you not run into Clear Skies.
>She was easy to spot, since she was one of the few ponies still out in the rain, and was about twenty feet from you when you spotted her.
>She was limping.
>One of her hind legs was injured, as well as one of her wings.
>Her good wing covered her head, protecting it from the rain, although it wasn't doing a good job.
>You shout.
"Hey!"
>Clear looks around for your voice.
>You shout again.
"Clear Skies!"
>She finally catches you.
>She has a worried expression.
"What are you doing out in this weather?"
>Even from a distance, you can see the intent in her eyes.
>She has something on her mind, and needs to get it off.
>"I...I came to tell you something. It's important."
"Can it wait?"
>"No."
"Not even until the rain stops?"
>Her eyes maintain their intent.
>"No."
"Can we at least go somewhere dry?"
>Clear looks up at the clouds then back at you.
>"I guess."

"Meet me at my house."
>"Alright. Go on without me. I'll catch up."
>After a few hurried steps, you see that Clear Skies is barely getting along.
>At this rate, she'll be in the rain a good twenty minutes before she makes it back to your place.
>You run over to her, and place your hands on her: one on her rear, and the other underneath her chest.
>"Anon, what are you doing?"
"Come one. Upsy daisy now."
>You lift her chest, and rotate her so her backside lay in your arm.
"Oof! Ponies are heavy."
>"Anon, I said I'll catch up."
"Yeah, that's going to take too long. Here."
>With your free hand, you pull your jacket off your head, and give it to Clear to cover herself.
"Don't drop it."
>With Clear Skies secure in your arms, you hurry home.
>When you reach the dryness under your roof, you take a breather.
"Finally."
>You look down at Clear Skies with a smile.
>She's looking back up at you, her head resting on your chest.
>She has that same expression from when you first saw her in the rain.
>Shifting her weight into a single arm, you free a hand, and open the front door.
>Immediately, you walk across the wood floor, wet shoes squeaking with each step, and set Clear down onto the sofa.
>It takes only her a couple seconds to adjust herself to a comfortable position.
>"Anon-"
"Hold on. Let me get dried off real quick."

>You kick your shoes off into the door, and head straight to your bedroom.
>Your wet pants clung to your legs.
>You search your dresser for a dry set of clothes to take with you to the bathroom.
What an awful date. You know what? I'm done. If she doesn't really want to put the effort in, that's fine by me.
>Gathering the articles, you go into the bathroom and get a large towel ready.
I'll just move back to Manehattan.
>You start unbuttoning your shirt as you look at yourself in the mirror.
Well, at least now I know.
>"Anon, I love you!"
>You pause for a few seconds, then slowly button your shirt back up.
Please don't say that.
>You take tentative steps back into the living room, where Clear sat on the couch waiting.
>She had a serious expression on her face.
>Her eyes are slightly furrowed, and her mouth is neither a frown nor a smile.
>You make a slow approach towards her.
>"I love you, Anon."
>Her eyes are locked onto you.
>Clear's waiting for your answer, but before you could formulate one, she loses her patience.
>"And now that I've said that, I'm kind of mad."
"Mad? About what?"
>"You."
"What? Me!? Why?"
>"Because, Anon. You..."
>She lets out a grunt in frustration.
>"It's obvious to everypony in town how I feel about you. Everypony except you."
>Her eyes shift around a little.

>"I know you're not dumb, Anon. You haven't shown any sign that you even acknowledge how I feel, and...and it makes me think that it's because either I don't matter enough for you to notice, or because I don't matter enough for you to care."
>You stare at her, but still can't think of a response.
>"Well?"
"Well, what?"
>"Do you have anything to say? I mean, I just spilled my guts out for you, and you don't have anything to say? Like, why have you blown me and my feelings off for so long, Anon? Do you not like me? Am I just that much of a bother to you?"
>There's a delay in your response.
"No."
>"Yes."
"No, it's not like that. You're not a bother. It's just..."
>"It's just that I annoy you, and get in the way?"
"No. It's just that, I don't know."
>You take a breath for your composure, throwing your hands out.
"Look, I gotta get changed. I'll be right back."

. . .
>Anon storms off down the hallway out of sight.
>The built up anger inside of you washes away at the realization of what you just said to him.
Great. Now you've done it, Clear. He's never going to want to talk to you again.
>You lay your face into the couch pillow, and groan.
>You wonder if it would have been better if you just left it at "I love you," or if it would have been better to have not said anything at all.
>Right away, you worry about what Anon's response was going to be.
>Maybe you could both pretend like none of this ever happened.
>That's what you should do.
>As soon as he gets in, give him a smile, thank him for taking you in, and move on.
>The two of you could go back to watching terrible movies on the weekends, and playing board games, and going on walks, and you could help Anon with his wood-shop projects, just as friends again.
>You would even back off, not be so overbearing anymore.
>You could pretend that you didn't just sabotage his date out of desperation.
>You could pretend like you didn't love him.
>Maybe.
>Or maybe it would just be better to admit that he deserves somepony better than you.
. . .

>Once in the bathroom, you get undressed, dried off, and put your dry set of clothes on.
>Before heading out to confront Clear Skies, you take a seat on the toilet to think for a moment.
Whelp. She finally said it. It was going to happen sooner or later.
>You were hoping to feel better about all this.
>This isn't quite like how the movies portrayed it.
>Immediately, you start formulating your apology.
>Word choice was important.
>You had to let her know that you really were sorry, and that you should have known she was the better option all along.
>You really should have seen it earlier.
>It would end with a hug, and forgiveness.
>But that didn't feel right.
>You don't think that's how it would go over.
>You spend several more minutes mulling over what you should say to her, rearranging the words, but keeping the core message the same.
>"Anon?"
>There wasn't any detectable anger in her voice, so you feel like you should give her the same respect.
"Yeah?"
>"Are you okay? You've been gone for a while."
"Yeah. I'm fine. I'll be out in just a second."
>You weren't ready to go out and face her, but you got up anyways.
>You took a deep breath before rounding the corner to see Clear Skies.
>She's still in the exact same position on the couch, like you expected, but the expression on her face is not.
>She looks less upset, and more saddened.

>You're about to start your apology before she cuts in first.
>"Anon, I'm really sorry for what I said earlier. I shouldn't have gotten mad at you. I don't know if you knew about my feelings, maybe you really didn't. But even if you did, I can't blame you. I get why you'd ignore me like that, and why you'd chose her over me. She's a lot prettier than me, she goes on adventures, and has lots of interesting friends. She's saved Equestria half a dozen times! And me?"
>Her head falls.
>She looks over to the pillow next to her, and knocks it off the couch with her hoof, watching it fall to the floor.
>"I just move clouds."
>You want to reassure her, but in the back of you mind, you know that the reason she feels this way is because of you.
>You've taken all her kind gestures for granted.
>You've been knowingly pushing her aside just because she wasn't your waifu.
>You knew that you should have been courting her all this time, but you didn't want to admit it.
>The whole town probably knew.
>The realization hit you like a flood.
Oh my God.
>"So, Anon. If you don't see me the way I see you, that's okay. I just wanted you to know that I love you."
"Wow. I have been a complete jackass to you."
>Her head perks up a little.
"I-jeez, where do I start?"
>You run your fingers through your hair.

"Okay, this is gonna be tough for me to admit. I was going to come in here, and say that I should have known that you were the better option for me than the mare I was chasing after, but that's not true. I already knew that. I've known that for a while, Clear. Since around the time I had that welcoming party, in fact. I didn't want to admit that. And not because I was afraid of how you'd react, or that something would go wrong. I didn't want to admit it, because...well..."
>You head over to the couch and sit next to her, but keep your head turned away from her.
>Your heart rate picks up a little, and your throat runs dry at the thought of what you were about to say.
"I thought you weren't good enough."
>"Oh. Okay."
>Her words were barely audible.
>You take only a momentary peek at her.
>She has her hoof pressed against her mouth.
>She sniffles.
>"Okay. That's fine."
>Her voice still has that soft quality.
"No, it's not fine. The way I thought about you was wrong. It was completely selfish, and disrespectful. It doesn't matter who was more-right for me. I shouldn't have treated you like that, and I shouldn't have thought of you that way."
>There's no response from Clear.
"And to top it all off: I kept you around for when something like this went down."
>"You mean you and her...?"
"It wasn't going anywhere. I knew that at any moment, you'd say yes to a relationship."
>You sigh.
"I'm really sorry, Clear."
>"Anon, stop."
>There's a brief pause.
>"I want to keep loving you..."
>There's a pleading frustration to her voice.
>"But you keep talking."
"I'm done. I've pretty much said it all."
>Clear lets out a scoff.
>"Alright then."
"I really am sorry. If you don't want to talk after this, or even see me, I get it."

This is the closest thing to an ending I came to. I struggled to find a way for Anon and Clear Skies to start over on the right foot with each other. My goal was to have Anon recognize the worth and value of Clear Skies, and have a genuine relationship between them blossom forth.