Hey everypony! JustAnotherWhiteBrony here. My first fic, no haters.
"Spike!" Twilight Sparkle screamed. "Get down here this instant!"
He lumbered down the stairs, half asleep. "What is it now?" He asked. Almost every morning starts off like this.
"Why is Ponyville Historia, which is supposed to be in the P's, In the A's!"
"Sorry, Twi." The drake said.
"Sorr- Sorry!? Celestia is coming to pick me up for a meeting on friendship, so-" She was interuppted by Spike who said: "Everything needs to be perfect. I know Twilight!"
"Good. Now, I need you to pick a few things up for me. I need Red Ink, Three sheets of parchment, and some punch mix. Here's some bits." Spike was feeling his entire body heat up.
"You know what, Twilight? How about you do it?"
"What?"
"Do. It. Yourself."
"Spike!"
"NO, TWILIGHT! I AM DONE BEING YOUR WORK PONY! I DO ALL THIS STUFF FOR YOU, AND YOU SCOLD ME?! On my birthiversary?!" He felt angry. He spent hours doing those books, and here Twilight is, Chastizing him? Today? Of all days? No. Just no. Wait, was he floating? He saw a faint purple aura surrounding him. He was slowly floating to her.
"You know what? I will do it, Spike." She was pissed that her No. 1 Assisstant would lie about it being his birthiversary? She needed a break. Twilight dropped the young Drake and trotted out of the tree.
"Wait... Spike looked at the callander. There was nothing today about him.