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// Entry #14 
// Story: Diary of a Dragon 
// by truekry 
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I still can't really believe it.





I still can't but I got date! I got my first date. I'll be back later, because I still haven't really progressed all of this.





So, OK. I'm down again, not jumping around and cool. So, yeah. I got my date with Sweetie! Still can't believe it but its true. I pinched myself and run my head into the wall to make sure. Mum wasn't really happy about the last one, because she was making a alchemy experiment and needed to concentrate.

I still don't know how I pulled that off. To think of it, didn't she ask me out?

Sweetie came over today to the castle. Rarity had told her I came by the other day when she was out and she was curious what I wanted. So I apologized again and asked her if she now was scared of me. The laugh I got as a answer was nice but hurt a little at the same time. I'm a dragon. They should fear me a little, shouldn't they?

No she wasn't scared of me and she wasn't really angry about the rough wake up call. She told she would have been angry if Featherweight had managed to take pictures of her with a very messy mane. Luckily he didn't. But then came the tough question. "What was that even all about?" I must have stammered like an idiot for something like minutes. And even before I could pull my thoughts together she added: "That wasn't about Rarity, was it?" Good thing I managed to shake my head. After that, she looked at the clock in my room and said she had a appointment and she actually planned to make this quick. So she asked if I wanted to further elaborate my story while we ate something together in Sugarcube Corner tomorrow for lunch. I nodded so hard my neck cracked a bit. And after that: "Well, it's a date!" And then she left.

I sat there for a few minutes and tried to put everything together what just happened. Sweetie Belle clearly used the word "appointment" for this other thing and then "date" for our... well date. Or I'm reading to much into this? This stupid book doesn't says anything about something like that!

I also have nothing to wear, my claws are way to sharp and I could polish my scales and spikes again and... I have so much to do and so little