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// Have a crush. 
// Story: My best friend 
// by BewhoUr 
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  What a dreadful day its been.  But things are looking up on the horizon darling!

After I followed those two… weirdos.  And I do know its a horrifically rude word, but admit it, it fits.  Anyhow, after I arrived at Sugar Cube Corner, panting and slightly bruised up (from the small fall I took, its not like I could have just jumped from the clouds, I jumped on a roof and fell off it.  Quite embarrassing, but I do what I must.)  Anyhow, Cheese and Pinkie showed up just a couple minutes after I did.  In the time that I did have, I brushed off a bit, restored my makeup with a pocket mirror and an on the go makeup bag, and found a place to sit at one of the tables.  It was in the back, and I had a newspaper pressed to my muzzle, so I was obviously frustrated when Pinkie walked in and immediately said,

"Hi Rarity!"  Darn her Pinkie sense.  Anyhow, it seemed to be going alright… but come on.  With those two around, nothing ever stays alright.  After I had been showered in confetti (where did the get confetti?)  I watched silently as they walked- I mean, bounced up to the counter and began to talk to Mrs. Cake.  They were talking so fast, heaven knows how the poor dear could understand them, but somehow she did.  I twitched an ear as I heard her begin to speak in the lovely, warm voice of hers-

"Of course he can stay a while!  Speaking of which, can you two babysit the Twins for a while?  Carrot is going to have to get back to work." I saw them both nod and bounce off happily, laughing and talking.  The twins?  Cheese staying at Sugarcube Corner?  This would either end perfectly, or in total and utter disaster.  I assumed the latter as I walked over to the door to the playroom, bumping into Mr. Cake and quickly apologizing, then looking, (its looking.  Not snooping.  Its careful observation) through the plastic window that depicted the scene in the playroom.  It was quite improper, Cheese and Pinkie both dumping bags of flower on their heads and causing mini explosions of the baking material as the twins chortled in delight.

Really, how could they bear it?  All that… flower in their manes!  At least they were together and having fun.  That was the first step to inevitable romance.  I continued to watch as balloons filled the ceiling space, the twins ran everywhere as the party ponies chased after them, giggling and apparently having a great time.  I rubbed my hooves together and smiled.  This was going swimmingly!  That WAS going swimmingly… until Pinkie spotted me at the window and quickly ushered me into that pit of doom.  I tried to tell her I didn't want to come in… but did you expect her to listen?  I'm still brushing the flour out of my mane as I write.  Anyhow, once I was in the room I could tell that there was no going back as the Pound Cake jumped on me and began sucking my ear while Pumpkin began clinging to my tail.  I tell you, it was a NIGHTMARE.  But as if that wasn't bad enough, Pinkie and Cheese bounced up and, at the exact same time, dumped two bags of flower over me.  The screaming and laughs of the twins rang in my ears as I said my goodbyes and ran out of there as fast as I could.  Well, at least things in operation Romance in Ponyville aren't going DOWNHILL.  Can't say the same for the state of my poor mane though.