//------------------------------// // What's wrong with me? // Story: Love games // by Digiquill //------------------------------// Sweetie Belle returned home her mind racing with confusion and thoughts of Button. She didn't know why but everything about him his mane, his face, his voice as he answers math problems sends a tingle up her spine. She runs up the stares into her room and throws herself onto her bed and screams, frustrated into her pillow. Rarity was working on some new dress designs in the next room over when she heard Sweetie Belle's door Slam shut. Rarity leaves the room she is in and approaches Sweetie Belle's room calling to her "Sweetie Belle is that you? How was your first day back at School dear?" Sweetie Belle hears her big sister approaching from the hallway and is suddenly torn between the desire to seek Rarity's counsel on this confusing issue and a fear. An inexplicable fear she didn't know why but something tells her that this feeling whatever it is must remain a secret at least until she knows what it is and what it means. "I don't want to talk about it uh I mean it was fine ah no no I mean it was great AH NO I MEAN IT WAS FINE" Sweetie Belle replied frantically trying to make it sound as if today weren't so bad or so good as to warrant talking about it. "Sweetie Belle what's wrong darling? If something is bothering you then you can tell me. I'm your Big sister its what I'm here for." Rarity replied in a reassuring motherly voice. "NO" Sweetie Belle snapped in frustration "uh I mean I don't want to talk about it right now okay Rarity" she continued in a more calm tone. "Okay Sweetie" Rarity replied "but if you want to discus it latter you know where I'll be" and with that Rarity went back to her work concerned about her sister's strange behavior. Sweetie Belle became frantic she closed her eyes and saw him standing mere feet from her turned sideways surrounded by a heart that hung motionless in place like a picture frame. "why...why can't I stop thinking about him?"Suddenly she is overcome with the urge to draw this image to draw him finally she gets up, grabs a piece of paper, grabs some crayons and draws a picture of the most perfect colt she has ever seen. _____________________________________________________________________________________ Button returns home his heart still pounding. How Sweetie Belle could have sat next to him for a full day and heard nothing is quite honestly in his mind a miracle because all he could hear the entire time he sat next to the purple and pink maned filly was his racing heart and her angelic voice as she offered answers to the questions asked to the class by Ms Cheerily. His hooves sweat as if he were trapped in an oven this feeling all at once filled him with indescribable joy and terror he ran up stares into his room disparate to escape it disparate to escape the thoughts of the beautiful unicorn filly with the cote, mane, and voice of an angel who both delights and tortures him with her presence. "video games" he thought "that will get my Mind off of her"He turns on his game station but even that serves as no distraction from reality it only serves to remind him more and more of his strange feelings for her. Every princess that he must save is now Sweetie Belle every enemy he vanquishes in Diamond Tiara or Silver Spoon and he fights for his maden Sweetie Belle. He is in this mind set for about 15 minutes or so before he realizes it and forces himself out of it scared to give in to this strange new desire but at the same time wanting absolutely nothing more. "this is like a new video game" he thought to him self "and Sweetie Belle is like the ultimate achievement." All he knew was that he wanted her but at the same time he was afraid to want her. This confused and frustrated Button who sat there in his room arms folded wondering trying to figure out this strange new emotion that was all at once two emotions. Two emotions that are usually at odds with one another he sat trying desperately to make sense of this joyes dread. Both sat quietly Button Mash on his floor and Sweetie Belle at her drawing table and both simotanisly muttered a single question "what's wrong with me?"