Ponyville was a little bit strange. Between the adventures of the Elements of Harmony, the near-disasters that happened every week and the generally high levels of crazy prevalent in the town, it was actually a wonder anypony got anything done. Especially so for Twilight Sparkle, the town’s librarian of debatable competence. While Twilight was incredibly organized and efficient at everything she did, she could often get wrapped up in her own private research, and forget that the library she lived in was a public place.
Thus, while in her basement Research Station, which was most definitely not an Evil Laboratory, she was startled by a noise from upstairs. Something crashed to the floor, and she could hear the faint sound of Spike calling for help. As she rushed up the stairs as quickly as she could, the sounds became clearer and clearer.
“Come on, just leave that alone! I’ll get Twilight.”
“Thanks!” Twilight recognised the voice, the bane of all things organized and sane. That terribly chirpy, bouncy voice that always sounded like its owner had consumed far too much sugar before breakfast. It wasn’t an entirely unpleasant voice.
As Twilight raced along the final corridor to the main room of the library, her hoof caught on an uneven patch of floor. She tumbled forward, and rolled into the door, knocking it open. She eventually stopped rolling when she collided with the statue in the centre of the room. Spike had vanished to somewhere.
“Oh, Hi Twilight!”
“Hello, Pinkie Pie,” sighed Twilight from her upside down position, “What do you want?” With a flash of light and magic,
Twilight teleported herself right side up. Upon regaining her footing, she was confronted with Pinkie Pie all but climbing over her.
‘Chaos, thy name is Pinkie Pie,’ thought Twilight as Pinkie Pie shone a light on the purple unicorn.
“Hey, you don’t sparkle,” said Pinkie Pie as she backed off, disappointed.
“Well of course I don’t. I’m a unicorn, not a gemstone, Pinkie.”
“But with a name like Twilight? Seriously, how did you even get that name, and not sparkle?”
Twilight pressed a hoof to her face with a groan. She knew what this was about now.
“My parents named me Twilight because I was born at dusk. Not in relation to that book.”
“Hey, Twilight?”
“Yes, Pinkie?” sighed Twilight, bracing herself.
“Do you love me?”
“What?” The sudden shift in tone caught Twilight by surprise, and her head twisted to look at the party pony, who was suddenly more serious than Twilight had ever seen her.
“I know I can be a teensy tiny bit annoying. I know that someponies don’t always like me. So I just want to know, do you like me? Because Rarity totally says you do.”
“Pinkie Pie,” began Twilight, pausing for a moment to collate her thoughts on the pink incarnation of insanity, “I can’t explain it. I don’t know how to say what I want to say.”
“So just say it, silly!”
[Time]
Twilight took a deep breath to calm herself. Then, taking Rarity’s advice about being spontaneous, she leant forwards and kissed Pinkie Pie full on the lips. After the two separated, while Pinkie Pie was still in a happy daze, Twilight magically grabbed the hardcover edition of Creating Magic: The Omnibus, and headed to the door.
“Where are you going, Twilight?” asked Spike, poking his head out from the cupboard.
“To see Rarity. She told Pinkie about my crush.”
“Right. And what’s the book for?”
“Because after I thank Rarity, she needs to be reminded about keeping secrets. A five hour lecture on magic should do it.”