Hey guys,

If anyone's wondering where I was, long story short, I was kept from the internet for a long time. But now I'm back, and here is the next chapter. Sorry to keep you guys waiting, but the events did not allow me to do an update. So, without further ado, here's the next chapter.

Chapter 7

I looked back and forth between Twilight and Fluttershy, who both looked surprised. I was not at all sure how to work this out, but I attempted to calm the situation anyways.

"Lovely day, isn't it?" No one responded. I sighed, knowing an explanation was definitely in order for me now. I opened my mouth to speak, but Twilight stopped me.

"Why, why didn't you just tell me before? You could have solved things faster that way." Her voice wasn't filled with anger, but sympathy and a touch of sadness things had to happen the way they did. I turned towards Fluttershy, but she had taken a few steps back, and she was starting to cry. I noticed Twilight's mood change right after that. She was starting to burst. "Now, Fluttershy has been under the assumption you've been stringing us both along, even if you hadn't admitted your feelings for me yet. You didn't even figure out she had a crush on you. For a writer, you're rather unaware of clichés." That last bit hurt. I still found it hard to believe that she would say such things, such hurtful things, to sensitive old me who was still feeling guilty. I couldn't say a word. "And I can't blame you; if Spike hadn't been spying on you, perhaps…. Perhaps things could have been worked out in a better way. But right now….. I need to get some rest. We all do. I can't think when I'm so ticked." She then grabbed Spike in an angry manner, and trotted out the door. I was now alone with Fluttershy; something I didn't want at this point especially.

I then noticed her do something shocking. She walked up to me, tears in her eyes, and hugged me.

"I'm, I'm sorry I messed things up." She then ran as fast as she could outside my house. I sat down, and now felt tears welt up in my eyes now.

"Why?"

"Why, did I mess things up!"

"DAMNIT, WHY?!"

Twilight closed the door behind her with a slam. She looked behind her to make sure Spike had come with her.

He had.

"Twilight, I…." Spike didn't get a chance to begin. The full shock of the event came upon her all in one moment. She started to cry. Tears streamed down her face, and she noticed that Spike's face showed a look of extreme guilt. She tried to compose herself, but ultimately failed. Spike slowly walked up to her, and put his hand on her cheek. "Twilight, I'm… I'm sorry. I never should have done what I did. Why should you feel sad for my faults?"
"I acted like a total complete jerk to him. I never should have said those things."

"He was stringing you both along."
"I shouldn't have been so naïve. I should have just read his face."
"I can see your point. It's not hard to tell what he's thinking."

"Thanks," She remarked sarcastically.

"Oh, sorry, I…"
"No, I'd rather be sarcastic than be mopey the rest of the afternoon." Spike nodded, and turned towards the sun. It was getting close to evening. "What do you think I should do, Spike?" Spike shook his head, and stood next to one of her bookshelves.

"No, Twilight. This is something only you can decide for yourself. I messed up things pretty bad earlier. You are THE smartest pony I know. If anyone could figure her way out of a jam like this, it would definitely be you. I'm no expert at this, not even with my constant swooning over Rarity." Twilight turned towards Spike, surprised to hear such an inspirational speech from him. "Besides, you've got better things to do than worry about half-hearted guys like him anyways." Twilight smiled at Spike, and grabbed him in a warm embrace.

"Thanks Spike," She said in a sweet tone. "I think I know what to do now."

Fluttershy walked down the road, tears flowing down her face. She couldn't believe it. She had finally gotten the courage to speak up about her feelings, and this is the way things had turned out. She wanted to do a lot of things. But for now, venting her sorrows by crying worked just enough for her.

She didn't know exactly where her hooves were taking her. She wasn't really thinking about it. But, whether or not her mind and body were thinking two different things or not, she was now at Rarity's boutique. While the two ponies had very different views on a lot of issues, that didn't stop them from being best friends. She rang her doorbell. Quicker than usual, Rarity opened the door.

"Can I help you…." When she noticed Fluttershy's tears, her face turned into one of concern. "Come here dear." She lead her into the boutique, and sat her down on a couch. "Would you like some tear, darling?"

Fluttershy sniffed, and then shook her head. "No, no thanks." Rarity sat down next to her, and noticed her mane. It's normally 'fabulous' mane do, as she would put it, had been messed up while she was walking outside. Either way, this was no time to worry about her mane.

"Do you have any desire to tell me what happened?"
"No,"
"Do you want me to guess?"
Fluttershy's eyes started to tighten. "No."

"Is there anything I can do to help you? Anything at all?"
"No!" Fluttershy almost yelled that last part. Rarity, taken aback by the forcefulness of her words, leaned back against the side of the couch.

"I'm sorry, Fluttershy. I had no idea you were in so much pain."

"I just…" At that point, she expected Rarity to say something. She didn't. "Things between me and Crusher… I feel like I… messed things up in telling him how I felt about him."
"I really don't know how you managed that, darling." Rarity almost chuckled. "You are horrid at messing up anything!" At that point, Fluttershy decided to tell Rarity the whole story. Rarity huffed at the final details.
"You know what I think, darling?"
"What?"

"That this Crusher fellow is a complete and total jerk!" Fluttershy was surprised by her insults.

"I don't know…."
"I have to wonder how you can blame yourself for what happened. He's the one who was clueless enough not to realize the way you felt. He had no sensitivity whatsoever. And then telling you about his crush on Twilight was just, so, so, much like an amateur!" Fluttershy couldn't help it. Rarity's exaggerated melodramatic reaction made her chuckle.

"Oh, I still don't think he's all that."
"Fluttershy, you are seriously hanging out with the lower class crowd here. He definitely does not deserve you and you most certainly deserve better than him. I don't know how else to say this, but, you need to move on, dear." Fluttershy bit her lip, taking that in for a second. "You see, he may think he's a genius because he's a writer, but he is nowhere near ready to commit to a full term relationship with anybody. I just hope Twilight has come to that same realization. But that's not the point right now. After this point, you have two choices. A, give into him, and tell him how sorry you were, and, if he does feel the slightest bit of guilt, anyways, say he's sorry to, he probably will not even accept you either way. I mean, after all, he is swooning over Twilight after all."
"Well, I guess I can see your point. But maybe he'll feel differently now…"

"Or B, you can move on with your life, and maybe even find a more sensitive stallion, someone who actually deserves to have such a kind, and good friend like you as their very special somepony. If he comes back to apologize, it may show that he is, in some ways decent, but there is no way he's going to just like that, start going after you.." Rarity was practically gasping for breath at how long she had been talking. Fluttershy heard Opalessence walk up to her, and snuggle against her hooves. "Darling, I want you to understand something most importantly, though," Fluttershy leaned in closer, wondering what she was going to say. "It's your decision what you want to do. I can give you all the advice I can offer, but you are the only one who's allowed to make this decision. I can't decide for you." Fluttershy nodded, and saw it was starting to rain.

"Oh dear, it's starting to rain, I better get going." She didn't get that far, though.

"I can't let you do that darling. I'll let you sleep over."

"But where?"
"In my bed, of course. I feel fine sleeping on the couch. And, I'll help fix you up after this long day you've had."
"But Rarity, you REALLY don't have to do that."
"Nope, you can't stop me now dear, I'll get some night wear." She then rushed off. Fluttershy sighed. She may be generous, but she was also as stubborn as ever.

I had been in the corner for two hours now. I had found out that it had been two hours since the fiasco happened, and all I could feel was guilt.

I had no intention of writing my story.

No intention of eating or drinking.
I didn't even feel like reading, which was possibly my favorite thing to do next to writing.

All I felt like doing was crying over how bad I must have messed things up with Twilight and Fluttershy.

Part of me wanted to blame Spike.
Another part of me, this part was more like my angry, raging side, wanted to trot over to Twilight's house, find Spike, throw him out a window, jump up and down on top of him, and then throttle him.

These thoughts, however, I had done my best to push aside, and instead, was considering how I was ever going to fix things. As I considered this, I remembered about the rest of the Mane Six.

What if they told the others?

Everypony in Ponyville would hate me.

A newfound reputation of mine would be born.

I heard a knock on the door. I didn't want to answer it.

Knock, knock, knock.

I still didn't answer it.

Knock, knock, knock.

I gave up.

I trotted to the door slowly, and opened it. I was surprised to see the face I saw at the door. In fact, it was the last pony I would have suspected to show up at my door.

"We need to talk."