Life had never been so good. I was completely, and totally in love, drawn by Falconwing's inpony features, style, and ponyality (personality, for those a bit slower). Every second I wondered about him, and painting was the only thing that could fill the void when he left. I bet that since our relationship started, I've produced the most paintings the shop has ever seen. They also had a lot more feeling to them, because of the sincere loss I felt when HE wasn't with me. They were top sellers, and we made some big bucks - like I said, life was good.
I told Gem and Pastel every detail of the kiss that happened two weeks ago. Two days after it, we had another date, but it was just us fooling around in the backyard. Falconwing only had time for a quick smooch before he left, because of my warning that mother was watching, which she undoubtably was. We had a few more after that, with only a few medium sized kisses - going all out in public would be embarrassing.
Skip, skip, skip. I skipped home from Everfree, where our - Pastel, Gem, and my - treehouse was hidden. We sometimes met there, the one place we didn't have butlers or parents listening. It was honestly a really cool treehouse, not something babyish or painted in pinks and purples. Actually, the outside was green to camoflauge it, and the inside had some beanbags and tables, with paper and pencils strewn across everything. The meeting was held in honour of myself, for acheiving the all time high in filly standards - get an adorable special somepony. They still hadn't seen Falconwing, but from my inch-by-inch description of him, I think they got the picture. With at least a dozen kisses, and a fun meeting all in two measly weeks, my life was almost the busiest it ever had been (another indicator of my previously boring life).
When I got home, I went to my room and flung my body onto the bed with a contented sigh. "Life is good," I said with a bubbly smile. The bell on the door jingled, and I walked out to see who it was. Of course, with my predictable life, it would be an easy guess.
"Falconwing!" I tossed a greeting.
"Color Scheme!" he copied.
"So, watcha up ta?" I wondered casually. He smiled.
"I think you can guess."
"Rugby!" I guessed sarcastically. Falconwing nodded, a fake-serious expression on his face.
"Yes, yes, quite so good chap. I was wondering if you would prefer to come along and help me choose the right gear," he joked. Like a smart little thing, my mind realized that yes, self, he is asking you out again. It liked the notion.
"I would love to," I said with a wink. "MOM! I GOING OUT!" I screamed, waiting a moment for her consent. Once given, we started out the door, heading for our spot on the edge of Everfree (You remember, right?).
We walked and talked. "I can't believe I'm almost four!" I commented on our walk.
"Yeah, me too," he said thoughtfully. We reached 'the place' and sat down as we did a week before, flanks tighter'n a clams lips. We assumed the same pose, but talked for a while about our lovely age. About an hour later, he leaned in, and we kissed again and again. This time was even better than last, because my shyness had ebbed away, and I put some effort in this time. As we kissed, his back slowly slipped off the tree, leaving us on the ground, me on top him. It was bliss, and when we later broke the heart pumping action, I rolled onto my back next to him. We looked at the clouds for a while, not talking. We went to get some lunch at Filly's Fish, and he walked me home. Like I said, amazingly eventful for me.