//------------------------------// // Stories // Story: Spike's Diary // by Vespa luctuosa //------------------------------// Spike was petrified. In the clubhouse of the Cutie Mark Crusaders there was silence as they stared down onto blank sheets of paper. He told them if they wanted to write a story they’d need an idea, and that was something all three of them lacked. Spike, however, was in his own world of inspiration and fear. He happily whittled away at a little idea of his own... But also dreaded the fact that the three fillies looked to his diary for a bit of inspiration. Each turn of a page felt like the beat of a hammer to his nerves... And if he was right, they were only a few pages away from an embarrassing secret. “I’ve got one!” The white unicorn squeaked, excitedly dabbing her quill down on the paper. She wrote the title ‘Beauty of The Palace’ at the top of the page. Spike saw the title in good hoofwriting, and immediately recognised it to be some girly love story. He was polite however, so he asked the question. “What’s your idea Sweetie Belle?” She explained as her hoof drafted the first sentence. “It’s about a pegasus who wanders into a huge kingdom, not expecting to see a beautiful alicorn filly!” “An heir to the throne?” Spike suggested. “Yes!” She shouted back, beaming with excitement. “And after they briefly bump into each other around the market area the pegasus colt falls in love... But she is a princess and he’s just a random new pony in the city, so a mysterious griffin meets the pegasus to try and help him show his feelings to the princess.” Spike’s face turned horrified, he stared down at his paper, two pages of writing describing exactly what Sweetie Belle just said... He had the same story! “What’s your story Spike?” Sweetie Belle asked. The three crusaders looked at Spike in unison, awaiting the expert’s explanation of his work. “Well... Err...” He stuttered nervously, tapping his claws against the table surface. Scootaloo used her skill of speed to snatch the paper from below Spike’s nose. “Let’s see what this is about then.” Scootaloo held the sheet out in front of herself, allowing the other crusaders to gather around her and read. Their eyes dashed across the page, observing every word to the best of their abilities. Spike sat across the table, taking note of where his diary was... In Apple Bloom’s hooves... Seemed he had no chance of thieving it back, the fear of his secrets being revealed continued... “Your idea is just like mine, Spike!” Sweetie Belle exclaimed, giving a delightful smile. “It looks great!” Apple Bloom complimented. Spike thought it was slightly embarrassing, he wrote an extremely girly story which he didn’t think the trio would be interested in even looking at. It was fine though, they were fillies. Even being the same age as them, Spike was much more mature, and he understood things which the fillies wouldn’t learn for years... Like good English. “Heh... Yeah...” He replied awkwardly. “Could I have it back now?” He held his claw out, requesting the short story back. Scootaloo returned it to him, and sat back on her chair to think of more ideas. “I think it’s quite cute.” Sweetie Belle smiled again, just increasing the worry of Spike. Apple Bloom was already looking back at the book, turning the pages, taunting him with her harmless grin! Soon the page would be revealed... Five minutes later, Scootaloo had achieved nothing. Sweetie Belle scribbled away, letting the story write itself almost. Spike thought carefully, focusing half his mind on the story, and the other half on watching Apple Bloom... Her expressions just showed what she thought of Spike’s diary, some were mortified stares of disgust, some were confused gazes of curiosity, and some were pleasant smiles... Mainly around any pages he mentioned a crush or two... Every reaction from the filly was expected. A book written at nine every night was bound to have some sort of weird ideas because of how tired the little dragon could get. He was close to screaming, he knew exactly what he’d written and if the crusaders found out about it... They would probably never talk to him again. “Spike.” Apple Bloom called, pointing at the book which was open to the page of Rarity. “Why’s Sweetie’s sister in ‘ere?” “Don’t you know?” Spike asked, thinking everypony already knew thanks to... Twilight. “You didn’t know?” Scootaloo joined the conversation with perfect knowledge of Spike’s little ‘secret’. “Of course not... What don’t I know?” “That’s just the past now...” Spike claimed, trying to act calm. Scootaloo glared at Spike, sensing a lie. “What is that supposed to mean?!” She snapped becoming enraged at her friends ‘obvious’ lie... And Apple Bloom felt the argument coming on, Scootaloo had her issues with lying... For some unknown reason. Possibly similar to the act of Rainbow Dash. Meanwhile, Sweetie Belle sat in complete ignorance of her friends. She quietly flooded the page with her romantic story. It was a sort of daydream that she found herself in as she weirdly watched Spike denying he had any sort of feelings for her sister anymore... Not that she cared, of course! Spike knew his claims were correct, and he even stated that in his last entry. But Scootaloo wouldn’t believe it... And Apple Bloom really had no idea who was lying. “I got over her a long time ago.” Spike folded his arms and lowered his eyelids to show his dignified position being socially higher than the insignificant infant. “Don’t lie! It’s obvious! You’ll never be-” “Alright! Alright!” Apple bloom shouted violently over the sound of Spike and Scootaloo arguing. They were instantly alerted and silenced. “Let’s all be quiet and look at the next page!” She grabbed the right page. As she lifted her hoof the paper began to rise. It was a few seconds before Spike was alarmed, right over on the next page was... “What was that about Sweetie-” Apple Blooms sentence was halted by the book being swiped from her hooves. Spike held it up, holding onto it for dear life. “Me?” Sweetie Belle snapped out of her daydream and stared straight at Spike... Completely confused.