"The date was FANTASTIC!" I gushed to my mother as I added the last few touches to a painting of Everfree. She listened with one ear, I could tell, just to amuse my teenage fanatics, but hay, who DOESN'T like to talk? I told her about the yummy (But slightly messy) tacos and gossip we shared over a wobbly restraunt table, and about his eyes and ears and mouth and nose (Head, shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes!) and mane... and and and... Eventually she grew a bit bored over my speil and sent me to work in the backroom, where things always needed titying up or sorting out. With a toss of my horn, brushes aligned themselves, paintings sorted themselves, and everything was, by our standards, neat... and I was bored. My pesky mind decided to fill the time with lazy day dreams about Falconwing, wondering where he was and when he would get here. I yearned for yet another date to fill up this drastic void that was carved out of me the second he said good bye. Maybe, mind pondered, just maybe I didn't scare him away. I honestly had no clue if I did or didn't, as he was - I'm embarrassed to admit - my first realish date. Of course we hadn't KISSED yet... OH! That set my mind off on another tangent...
The next day passed without sight of Falconwing. My mom could sense my displeasure (Okay, it was obvious) and she finally turned to me with a smirk. "Color Scheme,"
"Yes mother?" I asked dully.
"Why don't you go out today with Gem and Pastel? You know, to get your mind off... him..." she suggested cautiously. My head agreed with a mopey nod, and my feet dragged my body towards the door. Gem and Pastel Painting were my two best friends, and we hung out at every possible second. I felt so selfish at that moment, because I didn't think for a second about letting Gem and Pastel in on the whole Falconwing plus Color Scheme lovestory. (Exaggeration, I know) I suddenly was mopey no more as hooves one, two, three, and four raced at max speed to Pastel's house, the closest of my two friends. I banged on the door like a madpony, shouting her name at the top of my lungs. When she FINALLY (Two seconds later) opened the door, I fell in and landed at her hooves. She looked at me funny, but I knew, as did any of the three ponies sworn into the filly code, that Code Bang on Door and Shout was a highly important and practiced sequence.
"Come on," she said, casting a glance over each shoulder. "This is Code BDS time..."
I sat on her bed and bubbled, much as I had for my mother, except faster and much less understandably.
"ANDHISEYESWEREGRAYANDHISMANEWASBLACKANDHEWASSOOOOOCUTEANDANDANDHETOUCHEDMYHOOFFORTHREEWHOLESECONDSTHENWEGOTTACOSANDWEATEANDHESMILEDATMEANDANDAND..." was a snippet I remember.
"So I take it he's cute. What shade of gray were his eyes? Tacos, really? Three seconds!" were the comments she made, somehow understanding it all. Of course I rambled on for a while, but minutes later, as if some telepathic connection was esablished, our heads snapped up at the same time.
"GEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
We leapt to our hooves, scrambling over stray parts to get through the door. In a headlong dash out the door, we raced to Gem's large, stately mansion and procceeded to bang on the door and shout.
"GEMGEMGEMGEMGEMGEM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! WE NEED YOU GEM!" we cried out in unison. Finally, her proper butler opened the door, then was trampled to be just as flat. Two screaming fillies wildly weaved, webbing nets of woe in their paths.