Please Celestia I beg you, what’s the deal with me? We changed bedmates yesterday and now I’m sharing a bed with Al. Last night, when I heard that, my heart began racing. I’ll admit he’s a good guy, but is this me telling me something I’m not seeing? Do I like him? For Luna’s sake, he’s not even a pony and I like him that way?
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It’s Friday and I still have no clue what’s going on here. Alex spent all of yesterday trying to tune out Rarity’s begging and pleading, but he eventually caved today. I owe Pinkie forty bits when we get home and I am so not liking that. I mean I already owe Twilight thirty for when she totally flattened me in a Mario Kart versus match.
Anyways, earlier today I saw Twilight but, I only got a glimpse before she ducked into the study. I think she’s loosin it, but Al’s getting concerned. I don’t mean some normal kind of worried concerned, I mean the same concern he had for Fluttershy at the start of March, when spring really got started. I asked Fluttershy if she thought I was being paranoid about it, but she just told me to focus on one thing at a time. Play Skyrim or have a panic attack, that I couldn’t do both. Speaking of, Spike hates Skyrim so I try to play it when he’s not in the room.
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“What’re ya writing Dashie,” came Pinkie Pie’s questioning voice from over Rainbow’s shoulder.
On impulse, the cyan pegasus slammed her journal closed. “It’s personal Pinkie,” she snapped. “But there’s... well there’s something on my mind.”
The party pony’s eyes blew up to twice their normal size as a broad grin appeared. “What is it? Can you tell me? Can you, can you, can you?”
Rainbow sighed. “Just promise me you won’t tell anypony? Or Spike?” She bit her lip, “or Al?”
Pinkie nodded and began to follow the very familiar motions. “I promise not to tell anyone. Cross my heart, hope to fly, stick a cupcake in my eye.”
Rainbow fidgeted a little and got up, barring the door with a chair. “Okay, this doesn’t even leave the room Pinkie. I think I like Al.”
“Everypony likes Alley; he’s being a great friend looking out for us.”
“No not like that,” she retorted shyly.
“Oh,” Pinkie’s usual cheerfulness was pushed aside be the smug look that now adorned her face. “You like him like him don’t ya Dashie?”
Rainbow nodded slowly. “I think so, but he’s just not what I expected to like. I mean like, I was hoping I’d like a pony this way.”
“Awwww, you’re lucky to have a guy you like,” her usual cheerful smile had returned. “Do you think he likes you? Didja tell him?”
“Do you have any idea how hard it’ll be to tell him? I mean getting him alone is easy, I just have to stay up for him if he’s up late again, but I don’t think I can just say it like that. Think I should talk to somepony?”
“No, you said this doesn’t leave this room. We’re keeping it secret Dashie.”
“But isn’t romance Rarity’s thing?”
Pinkie stared at her desperate and confused friend. “Maybe you need some time to think about it before sharing this with anypony Dashie. Whaddya like about him?”
“He’s just so cool under pressure, I mean like remember when we first showed up?”
“Yeah, he kinda freaked out a little but went back to his normal thing right?”
“Seemed that way, he just sorta accepted that we were here and that was all there was to it. Meantime we were all freaking out.”
“But he said he was just bottling up his emotions. It isn’t healthy doing that, remember when I got all sad and I thought everypony didn’t wanna be my friend?” Rainbow gave an involuntary shudder at the mention of the incident. “I remember seeing his screen while I was talking to that sack of flour, he looked so sad.”
“But it was just a pair of eyes right? I mean how could you tell he was sad?”
“It was how he was looking Dashie, all swollen and tearing up. I mean if I had a good friend who’d stick by me like that, even if they were keeping the surprise party secret like everypony was, I might not have been talking to a pile of lint or a bag of flour…”
“…or a bucket of turnips?”
Pinkie nodded enthusiastically. “I really like Alley, but that’s cause he’s so umm… gimmie a minute,” the party pony began to really think about what she was saying. “I think the word was empathic. I heard Twilight use it once or twice about him before and I remember looking it up.”
“Can I have some time to myself now Pinkie? I-I need some time to think about a few things.”
Pinkie nodded and got the chair moved before leaving.
Rainbow sighed and opened her journal again.
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Pinkie, well, she gave me a lot to think about. Lessie, I was talking about Twi and Al’s concerns. It’s not hard to put it all together I mean yeah, I don’t like how Twi’s got Al’s attention without even being seen. I think I have to tell him, maybe make sure Twi backs off. I don’t wanna turn Twi against me, no doubt she could kick my flank with her magic, but I also don’t wanna make Al not like me.
Why’s stuff hard all the time? It’s not cool anymore.
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I had a weird dream last night, I mean really weird.
I was back in Ponyville, sitting on a cloud, and looking out to a small hill with a tree on it. I coulda swore somepony was there, but when I got there, there wasn’t anyone. By the time I left though, I looked back and saw somepony there again. Both times I saw them my heart was racing.
I think it was Al cause even Big Mac’s not that big. If it was, I gotta take him with us. If I can’t, then if he feels strongly about me I’m gonna stay and nopony’s gonna stop me. I don’t think I could live without him if he likes me that much back.