Sweetie Belle looked everywhere for Button Mash, but she couldn't find him.
"Button!" She yelled. There was no answer. She yelled his name again.
"BUTTON!"
"Over here!" Button shouted back. Sweetie Belle smiled and walked over to him.
"So why did you want to meet here?" Sweetie asked, looking deep into his amber eyes.
"About that kiss on the che-," he started.
"I thought it was a nice gesture," Sweetie said.
"Really?" Button smiled and Sweetie giggled.
"Yeah," she responded.
"That's a good thing because I thought you didn't like it," Button said.
"Why didn't you think I liked it?" Sweetie asked.
"Because, I just thought...you didn't like me," Button said.
"Of course I like you! You're my friend," she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.
"Not like that," he said,"like, more."
Sweetie Belle blushed at that comment.
"Y-you mean, like-like you?"
"Well, yeah," Button said, and he blushed as well. Sweetie put her hand back down.
"Button I-" she started.
"No, it's okay. I understand if you don't think the same way," Button said. He walked away from her.
"BUT I DO LIKE YOU!"
Button turned around with a grin on his face. He walked back and squeezed Sweetie Belle tight, her returning the gesture. When they couldn't breathe, they let go of each other and their hands intertwined with one another.
"I do like you Button. I just didn't say anything because, well, you know-"
"Will you go to the dance with me?" Button softly yelled, eyes closed.
Sweetie Belle rose up to her toes and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
"I would love to."
She let go of his hands and slowly walked away, waving to him until she disappeared out of his sight. Once she did, he fell to the ground.
"Woah," he whispered.
"Woah is right," a country-sounding voice said.
"That was painful to watch," a girly-scratchy voice said.
Button rose up to his feet and saw his two other friends staring at him.
"I always get nobody in the end!" Apple bloom shouted, crossing her arms and pouting.
"You saw everything?!" Button shouted, having a minor panic attack.
"Calm down. Trust me, I've been in worst situations," Scootaloo said. "Imagine the whole school."
"Yep, and it was cute!" Apple bloom squealed.
"Wait, YOU got asked out?" Button asked, pointing at her.
"What is that supposed to mean? It's not like it's impossible for me to get asked out," Scootaloo said, slightly offended.
"Did you say yes?"
"She sure did! The whole cafeteria seen it! You should've been there Button! It was adorable!" Apple bloom shouted.
"Shut up Applebloom!" Scootaloo said.
"What? It's adorable that you got asked out by your crush."
"Rumble?" Buttons said.
"He NOT my- I should just stop now," Scootaloo said, rolling her eyes.
"Anyway, all we need to do is get ME a date. Who should I ask?" Apple bloom said to herself.
Both Button and Scootaloo shrugged their shoulders. They didn't know who she liked.
"Um, how about that clichéd cousin thing that we always see on T.V.?" Scootaloo laughed.
"No! Why would ya even say that?!" Applebloom said, getting angry with her.
"She's got a point. Who do you like anyway?" Button asked, scratching his head.
"Maybe that's should be our next mission! Findin' me a date!" Applebloom yelled.
"Great idea! Special Mark Crusaders Date Finders!" Scootaloo said.
"Ooh no. I'm not in this one," Button said.
"Sweetie Belle's comin' with us..," Applebloom said.
"Count me in!" Button said. All three held their hands out to chant their next mission.
"Special Mark Crusaders Date Finders! YAY!" They yelled. And they fled back into the cafeteria for lunch.
"So now we're going to find Applebloom a date! Isn't that amazing?!" Sweetie Belle told her sister Rarity exactly what happened to the very last detail.
"My, my, Sweetie Belle. I need to make you a dress, stat!" Rarity said, and she fled out the room to get materials. She turned around and went back into Sweetie's room.
"Almost forgot!" She grabbed Sweetie's hand and led her to the inspiration room, other wise known as Rarity's room.
"I need my measurements, my sewing machine, fabric, Sweetie Belle won't you be a dear and pick out the fabric you want?" Rarity asked, searching for her other materials.
"On it!" Sweetie Belle said, and ran to the corner of the room with all of the different colored fabrics.