Little Talks
"There's an old voice in my head that's holding me back/Well tell her that I miss our little talks/Soon it will all be over, and buried with our past/We used to play outside when we were young/And full of life and full of love." -Of Monsters And Men, "Little Talks"
It was a very warm and pleasant weekend day in Ponyville. Many of the citizens were relaxing and enjoying their day off, preparing for Hearts and Hooves Day which was just around the corner. In particular, one dragon was preparing for the event with a fire in his heart and in his breath. Spike was moving along through the streets of Ponyville towards a familiar shop, the Carousel Boutique. With a large purple gem being held by both of his claws, he hurried up to the front door. While his anxiety was bugging him quite a bit, he knocked loudly on the front door.
He waited for the door to be answered, impatiently tapping his foot. After some time, the door was opened but not by who he was expecting.
“Hello, Spike!” the cheerful white filly exclaimed.
“Oh, hey Sweetie Belle. Is Rarity home?” he asked, sneaking a peer inside of the door.
Sweetie Belle could tell what he was doing, but didn’t call him on it, “She’s not here right now, though she should back with some materials soon. She’s got a lot of dresses to work on today.”
“Oh, because of Hearts and Hooves Day and all?” the dragon remarked.
“Yup, she’s swamped with orders.”
Spike thought a moment before asking the next question, “Can I come in to wait for her?”
“Sure,” the white filly replied, inviting her friend in.
The dragon walked inside and sat down on one of the couches that Rarity had in the common area. Sweetie Belle joined him and sat down as well.
“So, what ya got there?” she asked looking at the purple gem, “It looks as big as my hoof!”
“Oh,” Spike looked at the jewel, “it’s a....uh….gift.”
“A gift?”
“Yup,” Spike nodded.
“For a special somepony?”
Spike didn’t answer.
Sweetie Belle looked towards Spike who was blushing and staring down at the gem.
“For Rarity?”
The dragon’s face grew redder at the filly’s words. It was apparent that Sweetie Belle’s words had hit the nail on the head.
Sweetie Belle sighed, “You really like her, don’t ya Spike?”
Spike was quick to defend himself, turning his head towards the pony, “What if I do, huh?”
“I never said there was anything bad about that….” Sweetie Belle looked away with her words trailing off.
“Then what about it?” the dragon cross-examined the young pony.
The filly replied in a hushed tone, “It’s just that it seems you forgot about me, that’s all….”
“Forgot about you?” Spike raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah….I mean, remember when we used to just hang out and do stuff?” Sweetie Belle looked down at the floor, her words crestfallen and harking back, “When you used to come over and have fun with me and the other crusaders? Or when it was just me and we would just talk about silly things? I miss our little talks, they were fun.”
The dragon was surprised of what he was hearing, “Sweetie Belle….”
“I even remember when we would go play outside and just have so much fun. But now, it seems that you don’t even want to be near me,” the filly stopped herself and blushed, “Oh, sorry, I didn’t meant to ramble on like that. It’s just you were a really fun dragon and friend to hang around with and….I really miss it. I miss you, Spike.”
“Sweetie Belle….” Spike began, “I didn’t know….I’m sorry. It’s not like that, honest, you and the other crusaders are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. I don’t know what I’d do without the three of ya.”
A small smile appeared on the white unicorn’s face, “Really?”
“Totally!” the dragon replied, “I guess I never really realized how much you fillies meant to me until I just thought about it.”
The smile on Sweetie Belle’s face grew larger as she moved closer to fling her front limbs around Spike, “Aww, thank you, Spike!”
Spike’s face erupted with a tint of deep red. Flustered and a little unsure of what to do, he set the gem on the cushion and wrapped his arms in return around Sweetie Belle, “Y-Yeah, of course, Sweetie Belle.”
The two broke the hug and looked at each other. Spike couldn’t shake an odd feeling off himself as Sweetie Belle stared at him with a very warm and pleasant smile. It bothered him a bit, and it caused him to start talking again.
“Hey, Sweetie Belle?”
“Mhm?” the filly tilted her head, still with the smile on her face.
“Uh….you do know I am really sorry for being a mule about all of that right?”
“Uh-huh,” she nodded.
“Well, I want you to have this gem as my way of saying sorry for all of that,” Spike looked away as he offered the gem to her with one of his claws.
Sweetie Belle tilted her head again, “Huh? Why?”
Spike was dumbfounded himself of why he was offering it to her as well. However, he tried his best to piece the words together, “Because….I missed you too….and it was really sad to see you like that….saying all of that stuff….and….I-I was wondering if you would be….m-my special s-somepony….”
A shocked smile of joy appeared on the unicorn’s face as she happily tackle-hugged the dragon on the couch. Spike, however, was fighting back slightly, rolling and trying to move out of her embrace. This only caused the two to fall onto the floor with Sweetie Belle still having her limbs wrapped around the dragon.
The trapped Spike spoke, gasping for breath, “So, was that a yes or were you just attacking me because you wanted to?”
“Both!” Sweetie Belle chimed.
Spike blushed again, this time with a smile. However, he did squirm and go red when Sweetie Belle kissed him on his cheek.
The little filly hugged her dragon tightly, “Yay, my very first special somepony!”
END