Rarity sat in her bedroom, thinking. Thinking of what to do. She only had a few minutes before Spike comes over to take her out for a picnic. Yet, she wanted to help out Sweetie Belle with her crush on him. She just needed some more time.
Her thoughts were interrupted by the door downstairs opening and a voice calling to her.
“Rarity, I'm back.”
It was Sweetie Belle. Rarity smiled a bit at the sound of her sister’s voice.
“Hello Sweetie Belle,” she called back. “Come into my room. I have something to tell you.”
This made Sweetie run as fast as she could to her sister’s room. When she got there, she saw Rarity, sitting on the side of her bed.
“Sweetie Belle,” she spoke. “Sit next to me please.”
Sweetie did as she was told. She sat on the bed and looked at her sister to see what was going to happen next.
“So,” Rarity said. “Did you find anything for him?”
“No,” Sweetie answered. “Almost all the shops were closed. And the ones that were open didn't sell gems.”
Rarity looked at her sister, before using her hoof to pull her close.
“Well,” she said. “I think I may have a plan on getting you to be Spike’s Special Somepony.”
This made Sweetie Belle grin happily. “Tell me, tell me!”
“Okay, okay,” Rarity said. “The plan is simple. I'll go with Spike to the park, and begin to start a conversation. After a while, I'll say that I forgot something at the boutique, and run back here. Soon, you will go over to him, chat for a bit, give him the gift I bought, and finally reveal your feelings for him. It's perfect darling!”
“Wait, you got me a gift to give him?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Well,” her sister started, “I thought I would get something just in case you couldn't.”
“Oh, thanks Rarity,” Sweetie said, going over to give her sister a hug. Rarity hugged her back, pulling her in close.
“Where is the gift?” Sweetie Belle asked.
“Oh, it’s right over--” Rarity began, before getting cut off by a sound of a doorbell.
“Oh no,” Rarity panicked. “Spike’s here! I gotta go Sweetie Belle. The gift is on the table, the one in the bag. Try to head out in a few minutes.”
“I'll try Rarity.” Sweetie replied. And with that, Rarity ran down the steps to the front door. She took a deep breath and opened the door with her hoof.
“Hi Rarity,” said the dragon in front of her. “Ready to go on the picnic?”
Spike wasn't wearing anything special. Just red bow tie around his neck and a black top hat on his head. In his left claw, he was holding a picnic basket.
“Yes,” Rarity answered. “Let's get going, shall we?”
The walked out of the building in complete silence. When they were gone, all that was left in the boutique was Sweetie Belle, who looked at the bag on table in front of her. She was about to pick it up, when something began to ring in her ears. It was the doorbell again, this time a lot more rapidly ringing.
Sweetie ran down the steps towards the door and opened it. She was a little shocked to see Applebloom and Scootaloo standing at the front step. But, then again, she was always thankful to see her best friends, especially with what's been going on.
“Hi girls,” Sweetie said. “What are you two doing here? I'm leaving in a few minutes.”
“Yeah, we know,” Applebloom started. “We just wanted to see you before you do.”
“And to help you out the best we can.” Scootaloo added.
Sweetie Belle sighed. “I'm pretty sure that I'll be perfectly fine girls.”
“”Alright, whatever you say,” Scootaloo said. “Just remember when you don't get Spike to like you, don't come crying to us and beg us to help get him back, cause we aren't gonna do that!”
Applebloom lightly punched Scootaloo in the side, giving a somewhat mad face. She turned her head to face Sweetie Belle.
“What Scootaloo meant to say was to try get through this on your own,” she said. “Because this is something we never experienced before.”
“Thanks for the help Applebloom,” Sweetie said back. “I'll try.”
“Well, we gotta get going,” Scootaloo told her. “Hope you get him.”
“Yeah. Bye Sweetie Belle.” Applebloom said.
“Bye girls. I'll tell you how it went tomorrow.” Sweetie Belle called as they walked off, leaving the unicorn on her own.
“I hope she's right,” she said to herself. “I just hope.”