As I trotted home, something seemed weird, but I couldn’t quite put my hoof on it. It seemed like.. Well, like the town was empty. The market, usually bustling with ponies, had nobody in it – not even the shop owners. The houses seemed like there was no life coming from inside.
Where is everypony?
When I finally reached my house, not a light was on. I slowly opened the door. “Uh, hello?” Suddenly, all the lights turned on, followed by yells of, “Surprise!” A.. Surprise party?
“Eeyup, a surprise party!”
I gave a quick yell, only to see a pony the color of cotton candy approaching me.
“Hi! I’m Pinkie Pie, and I threw this party just for you! Hey, nice suit,” she added, pointing at my tie.
“Um.. Why is there a surprise party for me?” I said back, a bit freaked out.
“I throw one for every new pony that comes to town! So naturally, your parents are here too,” she said, gesturing to my parents.
“I.. see. So that’s why everypony wasn’t in the city.”
“You guessed it!
AndIdecidedtousethatsuitthingasadiversionbecauseIknowRaritycangetreallyintofittingsanditcouldsavesometimefortheparty
andittotallydidandnowyouhaveagreatsuittoosoyay!”
..What the buck did she just say?
“Um, uh.. Yeah! Anyway, I better go mingle. See you later, Pinkie Pie!” I said back, hoping to get away from the pink pony.
I never thought my house could be this decorated – Pinkie really went all out. The crowd also looked huge too, no wonder Ponyville looked empty. To me, it seemed impossible to find somepony specific. For the Cutie Mark Crusaders though, it was a different story.
“Howdy there, Sketch!” Applebloom said, “Likin’ the party?”
“Oh, yeah, totally. I never knew my house could be this crowded,” I said with a chuckle.
“Yeah, Pinkie tends to go crazy with this stuff. She won’t stop until you know everypony in town,” Scootaloo responded, also laughing.
“Hey, what’s with the suit?” Applebloom added.
“Rarity gave it to me for saving Sweetie Belle. I should probably go take it off, huh?”
“Yeah, maybe. It’s a bit formal for a Pinkie party,” Scootaloo said.
“Alrighty, I’ll just be a minute,” I said back, trotting up to my room.
As I took off the jacket, I noticed something in the pocket. Taking it out, I noticed Sweetie Belle’s hoofwriting. She must have put it in there when she was checking the suit.. horseapples. It read,
“Sketch,
There’s something I need to tell you. Be expecting me at your window tonight, 8 o’ clock.
-Sweetie Belle”
Just as I suspected.. Ugh. This meant two of the Crusaders had fallen for me. Of all the things that could have happened, this was the worst possible thing. I sighed, put the letter somewhere somewhere safe, and finished taking off the suit. Trotting downstairs, I noticed Pinkie started some festivities. Well, as long as I’m here, I might as well enjoy myself.
***
“Thanks for the party, Pinkie Pie!” my parents said to Pinkie as she was going out the door.
“Any time, C and B!” she replied happily.
“What a delightful pony,” my mother said.
I rolled my eyes and took a glance at the clock. 7:52?! I better go up to my room. Trying not to seem like I was in a hurry, I trotted up the stairs.
“Sweetie Belle? You out there?” I said, head out the window.
“Sketch! You got my note!” I heard her respond. “Um.. I’m not sure how to say this.. Could you come down here?”
I nodded and stepped downstairs. Sneaking out the door and sliding around to the back of the house, I saw Sweetie Belle once again.
“So.. What was it you wanted to-“
My words were muffled by her lips.
After the kiss broke, she giggled and said, “I think you get the picture. I.. like you. Like, in that way.” I nodded. “Nobody, not even the girls know, but.. it’s true.” I nodded again. “So.. what do you think?”
“Sweetie Belle.. I’m not sure what to say.”
“Then don’t say anything.”
She came closer, and I felt her lips touch mine yet again. My mind had a million objections, but I felt myself kissing her back. I’m not sure how long the kiss was, it seemed like hours even though it was only seconds.
I guess I really do have feelings for Sweetie Belle…
***
I awoke around noon. I didn’t have school, a fact I thoroughly enjoyed. Groggy and hungry, I went downstairs.
“Mornin’, son. You’re up a bit late, aren’t you?” my father said with a chuckle. I could see he was in his uniform, ready to go on his watch.
I nodded. “You doing another late night guard tonight?”
“I’m afraid so, son. Don’t worry though, we can hang out tomorrow, I promise,” he said, patting me on the shoulder. “Be good for your mother, now, and enjoy your weekend!” he added, stepping out the door.
“Bye dad, I love you,” I said with a smile.
“I love you too, son.” And then he was gone.
My mother stepped into the kitchen and asked, “Did you want to go play with your friends today?”
Thinking back to the previous night, I said, “No, I think we’ve done enough recently.”