//------------------------------// // Happy Party Girl // Story: Canterlot High Casanova // by Wildcard25 //------------------------------// After school inside the gymnasium, Spike was helping Pinkie decorate it with all sorts of party favors from balloons, streamers, and Pinkie's personal favorite confetti. The balloons were in the shape and appearance of sports balls from basketballs, soccer balls, footballs, and baseballs. “How did I get talked into spending after school decorating the gymnasium for a party in dedication to our schools sports teams?” Spike asked himself, before it revealed Pinkie Pie was clinging to Spike, cheek to cheek pleading to him. “Please-please-please help me, Spike!” “That's how.” Spike answered himself dryly. Pinkie let go of Spike, before spreading more streamers on the floor, “Thanks again for helping me, Spike. Normally I could handle this no problem. But I felt like having some company this time. And who better to join me than you?” “Well, I feel flattered,” Spike admitted, “But this looks like it could still take awhile. And we really need to get home soon otherwise my mom's gonna nag me about being late for dinner.” “Not to worry, Spikey. I have just the thing to make it go faster.” Pinkie said confidently. “And that would be?” Pinkie smirked, as she rolled out a colorful cannon, “Pinkie, is that a real cannon?” Spike asked in shock. “It's my party cannon, silly.” Pinkie giggled. “Party cannon?” Spike raised a brow. “Yup. Let me show you what it does.” She grabbed the cord. “Pinkie, wait-” Pinkie pulled the cord, and shooting out from the cannon was lots of glitter and streamers. Spike covered his eyes fearing the worst, until he opened them and saw the whole gymnasium was perfectly decorated and ready for the sports teams party. “Whoa.” Spike gasped. “What do you think?” Pinkie asked. “Amazing. And your cannon did all this?” Spike asked. “It sure did.” she nodded. “Why didn't you just use this from the beginning?” “Then it would've been too easy. Sometimes it's best to put in the hard work at first and then finish it with a bang!” Spike blinked, “That makes sense in a way.” “And now that our work is done, we can head home.” Pinkie smiled. “Awesome.” Spike smiled in response, as the two grabbed their bags and headed off. As they left the school, they walked down the block together, as the girl spoke, “Thanks again for helping me decorate, Spike.” “Hey, no problem.” “Seriously. I know Rainbow Dash and the rest of the athletes are going to love it.” “I hope so,” Spike replied, “It astounds me you're able to do all these parties yourself.” “Well, not always by myself,” Pinkie confessed, “I admit whenever there's a party that's too much to plan for, even for me I always have additional help. Either from the rest of the girls, or any of our fellow classmates. And now I have you to that roster.” Spike looked at the girls seeing she was always filled with happiness and smiling. To him it was almost impossible for someone to be that happy. But Pinkie made it look so easy. 'An enigma, this girl,' Spike thought to himself, before deciding to get to know her more, “So, Pinkie. If I may, how did you become such a party girl?” Pinkie smiled, “Ooh, we sharing life stories now?” “I'm just curious about my new friends. You and the rest of the girls are so unique and different and yet the differences between you all seem to make your friendship all the more special.” Spike explained. “So, true. A girl like me should be mostly found with non stop party people. But honestly, I provide fun for the girls. I mean if Twilight didn't have fun in her life she'd just be a recluse who would have no idea how to socialize. And even Rarity needs to know when not to work so hard and learn to relax.” “Fair point.” Spike admitted. “But really, ever since I was little all I've ever wanted to do was put a smile on people's faces, even those that're more stubborn.” “But why?” “Seeing a bright happy smile just fills me up with so much joy. That's why I want to spread as much happiness as I can. And parties are just one of the many ways I know how.” “What're some of your others methods?” Spike asked. “Well, I like to make music, do stand up comedy, dance, make balloon animals...” Pinkie began listing off so many examples it was becoming hard for Spike to keep up with her. Finally Spike clamped Pinkie's mouth shut silencing her. “I get the picture.” he said, before removing his hand from her. “Bottom line, seeing people happy makes me happy.” Pinkie concluded. “You're amazing, Pinkie. I don't know how a girl like you is still single.” Spike said, before noticing Pinkie's smile shifted a little. “Well, I wasn't always single, Spike.” “You weren't?” Pinkie shook her head, “I was in a relationship once.” “With who?” Spike wondered, as he thought about several of the boys at school wondering if Pinkie had a thing for either of them. “A real funny guy named Cheese Sandwich.” Pinkie answered fondly. “Cheese Sandwich? I don't know of anyone by that name at school.” “That's because he doesn't attend CHS. Not anymore.” Pinkie sighed. “What happened?” “Well, first time we met both of us competed on who could throw the biggest and bestest party ever. For the first time I never met anyone who was capable of hosting and preparing a party as exciting and lively as me. It was almost too much I was ready to throw in the towel, but Cheese told me that the only reason he was so good is because I was his inspiration.” “You were?” Spike raised a brow. “Yeah. Surprised me too. So instead of competing we both worked together to throw the best party there ever was.” “Sounds like you two were quite a pair.” “Oh, we were,” Pinkie smiled, “Since that day we did all sorts of things together, we planned parties, we went on dates, we shared candies. Except for doing anything deemed too mature in the eyes of the readers.” Spike looked confused, “What readers?” “Never mind.” Pinkie replied. “So what happened between you two?” Pinkie sighed, “Well, two years ago Cheese and his parents moved away.” “Really?” Spike asked. “Yeah. It was unavoidable, and Cheese couldn't stay. I tried to assure him we could make our relationship work out, but he said we'd be living too far apart even for a long distance relationship. I tried to help him see we could make it work, but his flawless logic couldn't be argued.” “I hope you two didn't leave on bad terms.” Spike said in concern. Pinkie smiled slightly, “No, we didn't. Before Cheese left, he told me he would always love me, but I shouldn't waste my life away waiting for him. He told me to find someone who would love and cherish me the same way he did. And I promised him I would.” “Oh, Pinkie.” Spike gasped. “But it's not like we've stopped talking to each other,” Pinkie assured him, “We still text, call, write letters, be it to know how we're both doing, and sharing party tips.” Spike smiled, “That's comforting.” “I know. Cheese will always have a special place in my heart as my first love. And hopefully won't be my last one.” Pinkie said, as she scooted closer to Spike as they walked. Spike noticed the older girl scooting closer to him as they walked, but just went with it. Soon the two arrived at Pinkie's place. Spike walked her up to her door, and spoke, “Well, I better get going myself. See you tomorrow, Pinkie.” “Bye, Spike. Oh, Spike, before you go,” Pinkie walked back to Spike getting closer and closer to his face making him blush, “Thank you for being so sweet and helpful.” she hugged Spike close and started to kiss his cheek multiple times. “Pinkie! Hey, take it easy! Someone could be watching!” Spike protested, as he tried to separate himself from her, and yet he wasn't trying hard to do it. Pinkie then nuzzled against Spike's cheek, “Let them look!” “Pinkie, I really should get home.” Spike said, as he got out of Pinkie's hold. “Ok,” Pinkie pouted, before smiling, “Catch you later.” she blew Spike one last kiss before going inside. As Spike walked onward to his home, he remembered what Pinkie had just did to him and felt his cheek. He couldn't help but smile and knew Pinkie once again succeeded in doing what she does best. “She really does know how to make you smile.” he told himself with a small chuckle.