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// Before The Gift 
// Story: The Gift 
// by Twilicorn 
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	Twilight shook her head, trying to clear her mind as she laid there on her bed, tossing and turning. She simply could not sleep. She had fluffed her pillows, changed her sheets even, but whenever she shut her eyes, she saw it.

Of course, it was less of an it and more of a her. A specific her. Pinkie Pie. Every time Twilight tried to sleep, for the last week, she had just been unable to until finally she collapsed of exhaustion, around 3 am. Tossing and turning some more, Twilight Sparkle glanced over at her clock. 2:30 am. 

What's wrong with me? Inquired Twilight to herself. She had had coltfriends before, so she wasn't... in love with a mare, right? She had read that when you kept picturing some pony, it could be a sign of love. But it was referring to colts, right? Because mares don't love other mares. And with that thought, Twilight finally passed out.



"Come on, Twilight!" Yelled Pinkie, bouncing ahead to a beautiful hill. The sun was just setting, illuminating the pink party pony with its purple and orange hues. Twilight ran faster, despite her sides begging her to stop. Finally reaching the top of the hill, she fell onto the beautifully laid out picnic blanket.

"You silly-filly!" Exclaimed Pinkie Pie. "Nighttime is for sleeping, and it's not nighttime yet!" Twilight giggled, bringing a larger smile to Pinkie's face. "That's more like it. Now we have cupcakes, cake, muffins, pie, sandwiches, juice, water, grapes, strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, oranges, and muffins."

"Now who's the silly-filly? You already said muffins!" Twilight's voice squeaked a little at the end, and embarrassed, she ducked her head down, splashing a bit of pie on her face.

"You have something on your face, Twi. Let me get that for you," Pinkie grinned, and leaned in, licking the pie off Twilight's face. Then her lips moved closer to Twilight's, and then they were kissing and fireworks went off.

"Twilight? Twilight?" She heard a voice inquire. Yawning, Twilight woke up to Spike in her face, looking concerned.

"You were kicking around, and it's morning now, so we should eat some breakfast." Twilight nodded, still half asleep, when she realized what was happening. And what she had to tell Pinkie.

Glancing over to her calender, she saw it was March 31. Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would tell Pinkie what was happening. And hope Pinkie didn't hate her for life.