Pinkwich
Mr. Discord
Pinkie Pie. It would be stretching the truth to say that she was a simple pony. She'd gone on more than enough adventures for three life-times, including the saving of Princess Luna and battling the changeling army during the invasion in Canterlot. Of course she hadn't been alone; she'd always had her friends to help her, and she'd always been there for her friends. In fact, the very reason she'd been able to accomplish these great feats with her friends was because their friendship powered the Elements of Harmony, great artifacts that had enough magical power to subdue even Discord. Which they had done. Twice.
Pinkie wasn't a stranger to friendship; she'd had it even before her great quests. Being the Element of Laughter, she knew how to make even the stubbornest of mules smile (no offense). She brought happiness to her town, Ponyville, and everywhere she went. She was a friend to everypony, and everypony was her friend. Sure, her best friends were closer to her than anyone else, but she felt the same towards all of them. Friendship.
Maybe this was why she was so confused when one pony made her feel different than the rest.
"TWILIGHT!" The scream echoed throughout the small library, which had followed the loud bang of the door being slammed open. "TWILIGHT, WHERE ARE YOU?"
But instead of the alicorn in question, a small dragon appeared.
"Pinkie, it's like three in the morning," he yawned as he rubbed his eyes sleepily. "The hay do you want?"
"Oh, hey Spike! Where's Twilight? I really, really, really, really need to talk to her! It's super important!"
"She's asleep, like the rest of Ponyville," he grumbled. Like you should be. he added silently.
"No, she's right here." At the top of the stairs stood Twilight Sparkle, the newly crowned Princess of Magic. But of course, not being a morning pony, she didn't look very princessy. Her bed-head was atrocious and her tail wasn't in a much better condition, dark circles drooped out from under her eyes, her wings were drooping somewhat instead of being folded nicely away, and her face held an expression of annoyance and exhaustion.
In other words, she'd just gotten out of bed and hadn't had her coffee.
"Oh, hi Twilight!" Pinkie said happily at the sight of her friend.
"What do you want, Pinkie?"
"I think something's wrong with me!" Her eyes widened for emphasis as she placed a hoof over her chest.
Tell me about it... Twilight thought with a sigh. "What do you mean?"
"I think I have some sort of disease or something!"
"...Shouldn't you go to the doctor for this then?" Twilight asked as she trotted down the stairs, slowed by her tiredness.
"Silly Twilight; the doctor won't be in office at three twenty-two in the morning!"
The alicorn repressed the urge to face-hoof and sighed once more.
"I'm going back to bed," Spike announced suddenly, "Good luck with whatever you're doing." The small dragon stomped up the stairs and slammed the door to the bedroom.
"Ok then. Pinkie, why don't you go sit down? I'm going to go make some coffee. You want some?"
"No thank you. But do you have chocolate milk?"
"How's regular milk?"
"Sure, thanks Twilight!"
"No problem," she said before walking towards her kitchen. Coffee. She really needed some coffee.
"So what seems to be the issue?"
Twilight was sitting atop a large, red pillow lined with gold from her old room in the Canterlot Castle, one of the few things she took with her from her old home. She was going to offer Pinkie Pie a similar one, but when she'd come back from looking for it, the pink earth pony was already sitting on a bright blue one. Twilight's first instinct was to inquire as to where it had came from--it certainly wasn't one of hers--but then thought better of it. Based on previous experience, it was probably one of the pillows her friend had stashed around town in case of a "pillow emergency".
Or something like that.
After that, she had proceeded to bring out her coffee and a glass of milk for Pinkie.
A few sips of coffee later, she had a pad and quill ready to write down any notes needed during the conversation.
She repeated her question.
"What seems to be the issue, Pinkie?"
"Huh? Oh, sorry, Twilight. I was just thinking about something. Which is actually part of my problem!" She'd been staring off into the distance, somewhat dreamily. Probably thinking about cupcakes or some other sort of sweet or baked good. Or one of those... icing... dreams... whatever that meant.
"Ok, and what would that be?" She really hated repeating herself.
"Well, I feel wobbly in the knees, butterflies in my stomach, super dizzy, nervous, jumpy, sick to my stomach, really happy, a tingling in my hooves, and a loss for words! It's really super-duper weird! It's like I have a loss of focus after getting hit by a freight train!"
"Hit by a freight train.." she mumbled, jotting it down. "Well, you said you feel a loss for words. Could you explain? You don't seem to be at a loss for words right now; you never do. You're Pinkie Pie!"
"Oh yeah, I forgot one little teeny-weeny thing," Pinkie exclaimed as if just remembering, "I only feel like that around HIM."
"...Him?" Twilight look at her incredulously.
"Yeah, him! Cheese Sandwich!" She nodded her head vigorously. "I can't stop thinking about him!"
For what may have been the fiftieth time, Twilight sighed. So that's what she was thinking about. I should have expected that Pinkie wouldn't actually be sick. Or at least, not that type of sick. Actually, that wouldn't be expected either... which would mean that it should be! Or..
She stopped herself. Analyzing Pinkie Pie wasn't going to get her anywhere.
"Honestly, Pinkie; you sound like Rarity."
"Huh?"
"Pinkie, you don't have a disease."
"How about allergies?"
"Pinkie, you can't be allergic to a specific pony," she deadpanned. "It sounds like you have a crush on Cheese Sandwich."
"...WHAT?!?!?!?!?" She gasped loudly, more like a shout than anything else.
"Be quiet down there!" A yell came from upstairs. Twilight would have to give Spike a lecture on his rudeness later.
Silence reigned for a moment as Pinkie kind of stared off into the distance. Then she spoke.
"I have a crush..? On Cheese Sandwich..?" Almost a whisper. A real whisper.
Twilight Sparkle didn’t think that she would be so surprised.
"It seems like it," she replied, "And I can't really help you with that; notice my lack of a colt friend?" She chuckled, attempting to lighten the mood. "If anyone, you should go talk to Rarity. She's the expert on this sort of thing."
"Yeah.. yeah, that sounds good.." she murmured, not quite paying attention. "Hey, I'll go right now!" She snapped back to her normal attitude and started towards the door.
"NO!" Twilight shouted, stopping her pink friend in her tracks. "I mean... it's really early, Pinkie. I'm sure Rarity would appreciate it if you visited her at a more reasonable hour. You should go home and get some sleep." Please?
"Oh, I'm sure she won't mind!" She chirped. And then she was gone.
Good luck, Rarity. She thought with some pity. Well, at least I can go back to sleep now.
Rarity, although she was all for getting one's beauty sleep, wasn't a stranger to being up and about at an early hour. A nice cup of tea and a romance novel before she started her day helped her relax and get her creative juices flowing. Of course, sometimes beauty sleep was beauty sleep and she slept until seven in the morning or so, but today wasn't that day.
A mug of hot cocoa with precisely seven marshmallows sat atop her nightstand. Rarity herself was snug in her bed under her comforter and was holding a Patino Sparks book in her magic. A sip of cocoa here. A giggle or gasp there. Maybe a sob or two. All was normal for her early morning "me-time".
She glanced at the clock after a while. Four Fifteen. She'd woken up a bit earlier than usual.
"Well, that just gives me more time to see what poor Thunderbolt decides to do. He just can't keep the secret from Sweet Oath any longer!" She wiggled her shoulders back into her pillows as she sat up, trying to get more comfortable. "Now if I met a stallion like that, I would marry him on the spot! Thunderbolt knows how to treat a mare... unlike Trenderhoof." She muttered the last part in disgust.
Just then, she heard a knock at the door. Then more knocking. Then more.
It got to the point where there was a constant banging on her door, rattling her very walls and ponequines.
"Now who could that be at this hour?" She mumbled thoughtfully. She slipped out of bed and into a fluffy white robe and slippers before walking into her bathroom. She then peeled off her face mask and washed her face.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
"Alright, alright," she mumbled to herself, "I won't put on any makeup, just let me brush my mane."
Two minutes later, she deemed herself presentable and trotted over to her front door.
"Sorry for keeping you waiting, I- oh, hello Pinkie." When opening her door early in the morning, finding Pinkie behind it wasn't surprising in the least. Or at least not as surprising as someone with a more reasonable idea of visiting hours showing up at her door. Take Apple Jack, for example; if she had shown up at her house at four in the morning, she would automatically think that there was something wrong.
But not with Pinkie Pie.
"Rarity, I need your help!" She yelled frantically. Ok, maybe not...
"Why don't you come inside?"
"Leave it to Twilight to describe that as a simple crush," Rarity clucked disapprovingly. "Pinkie, it sounds to me like you're in love."
"Love? Like mushy gushy kissing love?"
"Well, when you put it that way..." she trailed off as realization hit her. "Pinkie, have you ever had a coltfriend?"
"Nope!"
"Oh dear.." she thought for a moment, "So you're happy when you're near him, right?"
"Yeah, like nothing in the world could possible go wrong!" She beamed dreamily, apparently recounting the feeling in her mind.
"And you said that he makes you feel different, yes? Not like how the girls and I do? And not like your family or the Cakes?"
"I don't really know how to describe it... it's like being nervousited, super happy, and being on a sugar high all rolled into one!"
"Why, that's love, Pinkie. Not the type that you feel for you family or friends, but for your soul mate." Suddenly, she leaned in very close towards her friend, a very serious look upon her face. "We must find out if he is your one. true. love." She then leaned back into her previous position and took a sip of her cocoa.
"My one true love?" Pinkie asked incredulously. "Isn't that stuff only in fairy tales?"
"That's just what ponies think!" She stated amatter-o-factly. "But if you look hard enough, every mare can find their one true love! Sadly, only some actually find them, the lucky bi-"
"Do you really think Cheese Sandwich could be my one true love?" She asked, cutting Rarity off. She was curious, hopeful even.
"He could very well be, but we must be very careful before we jump to any conclusions." She took another sip. "Is he still in town?"
"No, he left a few days ago," she answered, then took a sip of her own cocoa. Rarity would have offered to make her one, but she'd already been drinking out of a light pink mug full of hot chocolate topped with a mound of marshmallows. Where she'd gotten it, Rarity didn't know. "But we've been writing letters to each other."
"See? Maybe he's already interested!"
"Well, they're just letters friendly letters..."
"What have you been talking about?"
"Oh!" Pinkie perked up at this. "Well, we've been getting to know each other better. Did you know his favorite color is rainbow? My favorite color is rainbow!"
"Well, I'm not sure if that counts as a color, but that's a good start. Getting to know each other well is a good basis to any type of relationship." She chuckled. "It looks like the next step from here is to be with him."
"Like hang out?"
"Precisely." She stood up and walked over to a desk. "Oh, where is it... Ah! There it is!" She brought back with her a flyer, and hoofed it to Pinkie Pie. "Here, read this."
"Party Planner Wanted," Pinkie read aloud, "Party planner needed for a Sweet Sixteen Birthday Bash. Please contact 33 Royal Lane, Canterlot, 251 Equestria for more details." She looked to Rarity. "What's this?"
"This is a flyer from Prim Hemline, the famous fashion critic! Her granddaughter, Gentle Rose, is about to turn sixteen and wants to throw a huge party. After I saw these flyers, I was sure that you would want the job so I took one home to show you!"
"But what does this have to do with me and Cheese Sandwich?"
"Why, ask him to be your partner! What better way to bond than by doing something you both love?" She sat down once more. "Oh, I can just see it now; you and that dashing Cheese Sandwich. He'll just have to fall in love with you!"
"Well it does sound like a lot of fun!"
"Why don't you write him a letter? While you do that, I'll write one to Mrs. Hemline. I'm sure she'll love to have the world's best party ponies working on her grand daughter's birthday!"
"Ok, Rarity, I'll do it!" She produced a paper and a pen from her mane and began to write. Rarity stared for a moment before shaking her head.
I suppose only a pony like Cheese Sandwich could understand her. I'm certain they're meant for each other!
And perhaps they were.
And as for Pinkie, she wasn't sure what to expect. She just knew that Cheese Sandwich was a great colt and an awesome party planner; just like her! Well, except for the colt part, that is. She hummed as she wrote her letter, pen in mouth and her smile on the paper. She wasn't sure what she wanted, but deep down inside she felt hope.
Hope that maybe, just maybe, they were meant for each other.
She would have to wait and see.
Dear Cheesy,
Hey! Rarity just told me some AWESOME news: some super famous fashion critic needs a party planner for her grand daughter's sweet sixteen! At first, I was like, "I wanna do that!". Then I thought, "What would make it even better? Oh yeah! Planning the party with Cheese Sandwich!".
Don't you think it would be super fun? Even funner than Dashie's birthaversary! Plus, it would be really cool to hang out and stuff again.
Reply ASAP! (I think that means fast)
Your friend,
Pinkie Pie
Cheese Sandwich finished reading the letter, a smile upon his face.
"Hey Boneless! Looks like we're going back to Ponyville!"