Chapter 4
I woke up, and tried my best to force my eyes open. I had spent till 4:00 AM writing down my new story, and while I did get 50 pages done, I barely got any sleep. I was going to turn the draft over to Twilight who I felt needed to look over it. I turned over to a picture of my parents. I wondered what my parents would think if I told them about Twilight. I could almost picture what they'd say,
Mom "Wow, she's high class, are you sure you wanna go after her? She may already have somepony."
Dad "By the way you described her, she's WAY too good for you."
When my dad said things like that, I always knew he was joking. He had treated me like that ever since I was a young colt. But mom was usually a good setback. She was kind, supportive, encouraging, and hard working. However, when things didn't turn out just right, she would get paranoid, kinda like I did sometimes. I presume that's where I got that aspect of my personality.
While my dad may be very laid back now, when he was around my age, he was very shy, and very rarely tried to converse with them. Until he met my mom, that is. He was convinced to finally get out of his shell, and that's basically how he turned into the guy he was today.
Although he tried to convince me I was a lot like him at my age, I thought of myself as some sort of freaky mixture that got messed up somewhere in the gene pool. It wasn't that I was pessimistic or anything, it's just kinda how I felt about myself, and I was okay with that.
But, I never wanted to turn into a duplicate of my father, as bad as that sounded. I strived to stand out, be different from other ponies. And yet, my life had been turning into a cheesy romance story like my dad's was.
Regardless, I was hoping things would turn out well with Twilight, and maybe I'd get to know her better.
So, I picked up my draft of the first half of my story, stuck it in my bag, and carried it all the way to Twilight's treehouse. I knocked on the door, and again I came face to face with Spike.
"Oh, hey dude, what's up?"
"Is Twilight here?"
"Ya don't seem as awkward as you were yesterday,"
"Yeah, well, I mean, I'm trying to get better, ya know?"
"Now, you sound like yesterday." A vein started to throb in my head.
"But anyways, can I speak to her? It's something to do with a story I'm writing."
"Okay, okay, whatever. Twilight, that weird dude's here again." Spike still annoyed me with comments like that, but I didn't want to get on bad terms with one of Twilight's friends. Especially a friend she lived with.
"Oh, hi again." Twilight said as she got to the door. "I heard you wanted me to look at something you have?"
"Yes, actually, well I," I was starting to get nervous; losing my train of thought. It made me stressed, it made me want to run home and gasp for breath. But, either way, I did my best to recover myself, and continued. "I was wondering if you would like to look over a 50 page draft I wrote for a story I'm, ya know, about to write?"
"Of course," I then handed her the draft. "Thanks, I'm sure whatever you're writing is great."
"Uh, thanks, but it's not nearly as great as how beautiful you look."
"Huh?" I clenched my hoof with my mouth, and shook my head.
"Ah, uh, nothing, actually, I was just, erm, speaking my thoughts about my story. In my honest opinion I think it's something you'll appreciate."
"Out of curiosity, how exactly would you know what I appreciate?"
"Well, I erm, well, I just, goodbye!" I then slammed the door, and ran as fast as I could. I locked myself in my house, and leaned against the door.
"Damn, you're so STUPID!"
Twilight had a stare on her face that clearly showed how weirded out she was by the way Crusher acted. "Huh, told you he was a weirdo." Spike commented.
"I knew he was a little awkward, but I had no idea he was THIS odd."
"I almost thought for a second the party would make him feel more in place, heh, shows how wrong I was."
"Aren't you being a little bit harsh on him?"
"Not at all. He deserves to be talked about behind his back. The way he acted was kinda rude."
"I can't really argue that." She walked up the stairs, and looked out her window. "But the thing is, the pony he seems to act REALLY awkward with is me. Why is that?"
"Maybe there's something going on inside his head that we don't know about."
"Could be,"
"Maybe, ya know, he might, have a crush on you or something. That would go with his name and all…"
"Spike, that's just not possible!"
"Why not?"
"If he liked me, than WHY would he go over to encourage Fluttershy when he's normally so awkward? Because he likes her." She then let out a huff. "Maybe, I come off as mean to him, and that's why he acts so awkward." Spike than put down his broom, and walked up to Twilight.
"Twilight, you're one of the nicest people I know. It's nothing you did that made Crusher so weird."
"I hope you're right, Spike." Twilight commented as she returned to writing.
Fluttershy walked up to the door, and knocked. She wanted to talk to Crusher again. See how he was doing after the party. She could tell he wasn't acting right. Crusher opened the door, and said,
"Oh, hey Fluttershy, something you need?"
"Oh, no, it's just, I was wondering, maybe, could we hang out, or, if you're free,"
"You mean, like a date?"
"No, no, just a casual hangout, maybe I could show you some of the town."
"Sure, I need something to distract me from what happened earlier." Fluttershy was happy as he followed her back to her house, describing various locales along the way that he wanted to go. But he seemed down about something. She figured she'd ask him after they got back. After a few minutes, they sat down on the bench, and she finally spoke.
"What exactly, happened, to you earlier?" She saw Crusher put on a frustrated face. "Well, if you don't want to talk about it, then that's fine…"
"No, I need someone to vent to." He quickly looked both directions, and then turned back to Fluttershy. "You see, I was talking to Twilight earlier, and I messed up by accidentally complimenting her, and things went down from there. This led to me awkwardly leaving as if I was mad, and now she probably thinks I'm crazy."
"Don't worry; Twilight's a very forgiving pony. I think she'd forgive you. But, is there a reason you care of the impression you give off to her?"
"Well, I want to, well, I, okay, fine. Here's the deal; I have a crush on Twilight." Fluttershy then retracted back. He…. Already had somepony in mind? "And that's pretty much why I wanted to impress her." He started to notice her change in mood. "Something wrong?"
"Oh no, I'm fine, it's just, I may need to get back to tending my animals, so, I guess I'll see you later."
"Okay, bye, thanks for being willing to listen to my dumb complaints." Fluttershy waved until he was out of sight. She walked back into her house, and sat on the couch. She saw her pet bunny Angel, look up into her eyes with concern.
"Oh, don't worry Angel, I'll be fine." She thought about what happened, and sighed. "But as bad as it sounds, I…. almost want him to forget about Twilight."
I walked back home from my hangout with Fluttershy, and sat at the table. I continued to write, but then stopped for a moment. "Fluttershy seemed fine until I mentioned Twilight, then she seemed, kinda down. I wonder what's bothering her." He turned towards the window, and let out a gasp of air. "Never mind, it's not my place to worry about her personal business." After a few more seconds of writing, he then put down his pen again.
"But still I have to wonder,
Why?"