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"Annnd you're done!" Said Rarity, biting off the last string on Twilight's dress and straitening it out for her in front of the triple mirror.
"Wow, Rarity, thank you so much!" Twilight said in awe, admiring her Halloween costume. Rarity had made several tweaks to her friend's outfit that morning to make it just perfect, fussing on every detail.
"Sooo... What are you going as for Halloween?"
"Twilight!" Rarity scolded, "I simply cannot tell you that!"
"Will you at least tell me who your partner is?"
"I can't do that, either! Wouldn't that be cheating?"
"I made up the rules!" Twilight tried to reason with her. "Please?"
"Well... I guess I-"
The two unicorns suddenly heard a loud groan and a thud in another room, making them both jump.
. . .
"Uugh!" Rainbow groaned in anger and threw the needle and thread across the room. She threw them pretty hard, but they struck the wall without a sound and landed fruitlessly on the ground, making Dash look pathetic.
"How does anyone do this?! It's not physically possible!" She yelled in angst and banged her head on the table, leaving a worried Fluttershy not knowing what to do.
Fluttershy retrieved the needle from the other side of her friend's bedroom and put her hand down on the table where Rainbow's head was coming down, providing a cushion for the skull.
"Dashie, it's alright, I couldn't sew the first time I tried, either. Here, let me help you," the timid girl tied a knot in the end of the string, "okay, now the trick is to know where the needle is at all times." Gentle and petit hands with soft, peach-colored nail polish put the needle into the beat-up hands with multiple Band-aids of Rainbow Dash.
The tomboy picked at her chipped black-and-electric-blue nail polished fingers, unsure what to do.
"Start from the bottom and go up." The hair-thin needle came up from the bottom of the material, barely missing the owner's finger.
"Now pull tight." The student did as the teacher instructed.
"Good. Now go from the top to the bottom right next to where you came up from. And watch your-"
"OW!"
"...Fingers."
"And that's four." Dash muttered, grabbing her fourth Band-Aid from the kit she was keeping handy and wrapped it around her ring finger.
. . .
Twilight hurried off to work a few minutes later, leaving Rarity nothing to do but call in Spike to add his contribution to the costumes.
Spike walked into Rarity's workroom and got strait to work in grunging up the her beautiful costumes. Rarity paced across the workroom, wringing her hands and stealing glances over her friend's shoulder.
Click, clock.
Click, clock.
Click, clock.
Spike was getting more and more agitated with Rarity's pacing, her heels reminding of he clock of hooves during late-night pacing. "Rarity, I can't concentrate with you pacing like that! I'm not going to ruin your outfits, okay? I'm improving them!"
"I know, I know!" Rarity sat down on her red velvet couch that distinctly resembled her couch in Ponyville, holding her hands in her lap. Soon there were more noises in the other room, capturing the designer's attention. Spike noticed the ruckus, too and he stopped working. Rarity caught his eye.
"I wish I knew what all that commotion's about. Spike, would you be a dear and go see what's going on? But whatever you do, don't get caught!"
"Fine," he said, "But don't touch the costumes!" Spike rose from his masterpieces and silently opened and closed the door behind him.
. . .
"No, really! You're doing a great job, Rainbow Dash!" Fluttershy tried to comfort her rainbow-haired friend after the sixth Band-Aid and during the second temper tantrum.
"Fluttershy, you're too nice. I stink at this. But you're doing all the work! I'm just making things worse; we're gonna loose the competition!"
"It's al-" Fluttershy's eyes retracted and then dilated. "Dash," She whispered, "There's someone outside the door."
Dash was about to hurl the needle at the wall again but stopped and listened hard. Fluttershy was right; there was a barely audible breathing.
Dash opened her window and put a leg up on the sill. "Pretend like you're talking to me." She whispered.
Fluttershy's eyes widened slightly with understanding. "Oh, a-are you ready to try again?" Fluttershy asked the chair as Rainbow dropped out of the window of her second-story bedroom.
"There! Now you're getting the hang of it!" Fluttershy said to the chair as she took charge of her friend's costume, getting more done in eight seconds than Dash had in 45 minutes.
Dash flew around the side of the house to the front door and she sneaked in without a sound. She flew up the stairs, her cautious wing beats next to silent. She spotted Spike standing outside her door, listening to Fluttershy talk to herself. Dash grabbed the air horn from her back pocket and let it loose behind her victim.
. . .
Click, clock.
Click, clock.
Click, clock.
Ever since her door closed Rarity had gone back to pacing, worried as ever about her beautiful costumes.
You really shouldn't worry about like this, Rarity.
But it's so nerve-racking, Rarity.
Rarity, he's your friend! You should trust him!
But he doesn't know a thing about fashion, Rarity!
Just like you don't know a thing about scary costumes.
He dressed up as a dragon last year, Rarity.
That's still more experience in scary costumes than you.
I know! But what if my costumes are ruined, Rarity?
Halloween isn't just about beauty, Rarity.
What harm would there be if I just looked at them, Rarity?
You must not snoop, Rarity.
But it's so fun, Rarity!
It isn't your business what he's working on, Rarity.
How COULD you say that?! It is very much my business!
But he trusts you to not look at them, Rarity.
But-
And loosing a friend's trust is the fastest way to loose a friend... FOREVER!
And what if he's ruining my trust by ruining my beautiful costumes?
And with that, Rarity banished her conscience and sat down in Spike's chair. Her perfectly manicured fingers with French tips reached out for the purple material when...
HOOOOOOOOOOOOONK!
. . .
Spike jumped and let out a scream, falling onto the hallway's floor.
"No cheating!" Rainbow said, putting her arms on her hips and looking down at Spike on the floor. She stepped over him and opened the door to her bedroom. She shut it behind her, daring anyone to cheat again.
. . .
Later that evening, Twilight came home from her shift at the library. Everyone was lounging around the kitchen with nothing to do. AJ and Rainbow were about to leave for the 5 o'clock news. Dash was sitting cross-legged on the counter, stealing handfuls of Rarity's Chex Mix when she wasn't looking. Rarity was leaning against the counter, watching Pinkie catch grapes in her mouth.
"Fluttershy, catch!" Pinkie tossed a grape to Fluttershy, who looked just in time to catch it in her hands and pop it into her mouth.
Twilight walked into the kitchen with a big grin on her face. She was humming to herself and gave Rarity a big hug when she saw her.
"Hi, Rarity! You look pretty today!" Twilight went around the kitchen, giving everyone hugs.
"Applejack! I missed you when I was at work!" Twilight threw her arms around the cowgirl, who stood there stiffly, giving Rarity a questioning look. AJ patted her friend's back awkwardly, Rainbow and Spike snickering.
"Fluttershy, you smell good." Twilight spoke through Fluttershy's pink hair.
"Wow, that looks good." Twilight grabbed the bowl of Chex and left the kitchen to retire to her library with everyone in stunned silence.
Pinkie Pie suddenly burst out laughing. "What was that?!" Everyone starting laughing at Twilight's positively giddy behavior.
"She must've been drunk." Dash said, opening another bag of Chex since the one she was stealing from got stolen.
"No. There's only one explanation for that." Rarity said.
"What?" 5 voices asked in unison.
"It must've been Tyler."
. . .
"Okay, Fluttershy. One hour until show time." Dash said, powdering pale makeup on her friend's face. "You look great."
"Thanks," Fluttershy said, opening her eyes after the powder puff was no longer on her face, "You look...scary."
"Thank you. Did you get the paint I asked for?" Fluttershy pulled the spray paint cans out of her bag and handed them to Dash.
Fluttershy rose her voice over the clanking cans as Rainbow shook them. "Are you sure this is temporary?"
"Yeah, I've spray-painted my wings and even my tail before. Sure, I ended up getting a mild concussion that night, but that's besides the point; it comes out."
"Okay." Fluttershy said, still dubious.
Dash gently grabbed one of her friend's wings and pulled it out to it's extended length, carefully preening it so every feather was layered perfectly. "Spray paint." She ordered, holding out her hand. Fluttershy handed her the can and, with one last shake of the can, Dash started the long task.
. . .
"Spike. I'm sorry I ever doubted you!" Rarity said after seeing her newly modified dress for the first time, "I admit, it's not my usual area of work, but this is a masterpiece nonetheless!"
"Wow, thanks, Rarity. That means a lot, especially coming from you." Spike said, already in costume.
Rarity went behind the little wall and came out a moment later wearing their creation with nude-colored tights and little black heels. She looked beautiful.
"Rarity?"
"What? I should have worn the purple heels, shouldn't I? Oh, these shoes are all wrong!"
"No, no! You look...amazing." Spike said, his infatuation as strong as ever.
"Thank you darling. But I haven't even done my makeup yet!" She said, walking over to her big, lacy boudoir and sat down in front of the dozens of bottles of everything.
. . .
"Okay, my turn!" Dash said, tossing the near-empty bottle of spray paint on her bed and taking off her jacket so she just wore a low-back tank top. Fluttershy got a good look at her wings in the mirror while Rainbow sat down in the chair Fluttershy had recently occupied.
"Wow, Rainbow. They turned out really nice."
"Thanks." She said. Rainbow had already started preening her left wing, and Fluttershy started on the right, gently laying out every one of the cyan feathers out in a row to be painted.
Rainbow handed her the can of spray paint. Could you make it really dark at the bottom and gradually make it lighter until the tips?" The tomboy asked, her vision all laid out for Fluttershy to mimic.
Fluttershy found the art of painting her friend's wings very enjoyable, concentrating hard and watching as the cyan feather changed when the spray passed over it. It was relaxing and therapeutic, a rhythmic motion that repeated itself over and over again.
. . .
Spike laughed. "Rarity, you're doing it all wrong!" He came over to a struggling Rarity who just couldn't find the right colors to match the costume. "Here, let me help you." He grabbed the gel eye liner and smudged a green streak across her cheek. He suddenly realized he had his thumb on the silky, smooth, beautiful face of Rarity. Said face stayed very still, scared to allow someone who knew nothing about makeup apply it for her, but still in his trust.
Spike squatted until he was eye-level with the designer, his long legs folding underneath him and continued to put on her makeup. He was leaned in so close he was feeling her hot breath and smelling her perfumes. More green streaks were applied along with thick eye liner and eye shadow, purposefully smudged and even running down her face.
. . .
Ding, dong.
"Tyler!" Twilight swung open the door and saw her boyfriend standing on the front porch in his pirate costume. She gave him a big hug and kissed him on the cheek.
"Hey, Olive! Woah, you look hawt!" He said, looking at Sexy Pirate Sparkle in her above-the-knee pirate dress and sword sheath complete with plastic sword. She had knee-high black leather boots and her hair was let down in a long, slightly wavy mess.
"Stop it!" Twilight waved him off and let him into the living room. They sat on the couch awaiting the three teams of contestants.
OKEY DOKIE, WE'RE COMING!" Pinkie Pie hollered down the stairs shortly before the thumps of two pairs of feet were heard coming down the staircase. Twilight fumbled for the camera on her phone as Applejack and Pinkie Pie rounded the corner and showed off their costumes.
Pinkie Pie and Applejack had matching black and pink miniskirts with sideways folds and thick strapped tank tops that cut off at the ribcage, exposing their perfectly flat bellies (Applejack's slightly more tan than Pinkie's.) On their chests were pink sequins lined with black stitching: AJ and PP. They waved pom poms-one pink and one black in each hand. Their faces had dark black eye shadow, eye liner, mascara, and lip stick. Their hair had black streaks dyed in it and was done up in pigtails.
They waved their pom poms, whooping and hollering. Twilight and Tyler laughed and cheered along.
"What does AJ And PP stand for?" Tyler asked. There was an awkward silence in which weight was shifted from foot to foot in thought of a descent explanation. Twilight wanted to yell at her friends for being so stupid to forget their pseudonyms. Suddenly Twilight's phone started ringing.
"Yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay yay!"
"Hi, Abby."
"Twilight," Fluttershy's soft voice came out of the Twilight's lavender iPhone, "Is it okay if me and Rai-I mean, my partner- come downstairs now?"
"Abby, for Pete's sakes! You live here! You don't have to ask to come downstairs!"
"Oh, sorry. I just was wondering if were going to bother anyone by coming down..."
"You don't have to say sorry."
"Oh...sorry for...saying sorry."
Twilight facepalmed, with a curious Tyler sitting next to her, wondering what was going on. "Yeah, Abby. You can come down, we're ready for you."
"Oh good! Because Rai-I mean, my partner- was getting impatient."
"Well, I wonder who your partner could be!" Sarcasm dripped from the librarian's voice, having caught her shy friend's stuttering. Plus, who else was that impatient?
"Okay, we're coming." Fluttershy said. Twilight hung up and relayed the message to her boyfriend and the cheerleaders. There was the sound of a door opening upstairs but there were footsteps descending the staircase. Everyone waited silently but didn't hear a thing until Fluttershy and Rainbow Dash rounded the corner into the living room.
Mystery solved.
Wings.
Fluttershy had wore a beautiful white dress that fell to her knees. It had long sleeves that covered her hands. Her long hair fell down past her shoulders and covered most of her face. There were long strips of silk hanging down the back that flowed when she moved. She wore small white ballerina slippers with a bow on the toes. Her wings completed the costume; painted linen-white and curved around her protectively. An Angel.
Rainbow, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She wore a smoky black dress that was tattered at the end. The long sleeves shrugged down her shoulders and were ragged and stained. Her hair was pulled to one side and covered one eye, not in a shy way, but in a totally BA way. She wore dark makeup that made her intense magenta eyes just that more intense. She wore black hiking boots with scrapes and scuffs and black knee-highs. Her wings were midnight black with slightly lighter gray tips, in the same position as the other girl's. The alter-ego to the Angel: The Demon.
Twilight would have been angry at the pegasi for being so stupid as to have their wings a part of their costume if they hadn't taken the measures to make them look as fake as possible. Firstly, they were spray painted. Secondly, there were thin wires going from the wings to the hips, like the wings were being stabilized. Lastly, they were very still and didn't look alive at all. Twilight would have been fooled if she didn't know any better.
Fluttershy stood there awkwardly in the middle of the living room, not liking all the attention while Rainbow smirked, enjoying every bit of it.
The compliments soon dyed down and the pegasi took their seats on the couch.
It was soon apparent that Rarity and Spike didn't know they were supposed to come downstairs. The Demon sighed after a while and stomped up the staircase to Rarity's workroom.
. . .
Spike was feeling her breaths. He was smelling her perfume. He was touching her perfect face. He was trying not to get lost in her eyes. He tried to stay focused on her makeup. He all tingly and giddy, being so close to her. She stared into the round mirror of her boudoir. She didn't question anything he did. She kept quiet. She was likely feeling just as tingly as Spike.
Suddenly the door banged open and a Demon Rainbow Dash stood in the doorway. Spike yelped with surprise and fell back on his butt, his long legs splayed out on the floor of the work room. Rarity jumped and gave out a little squeak of surprise.
"We're all waiting for you!"
"You could knock." Rarity said, sounding highly offended.
"Excuse me. I live here." Demonbow said.
"But this is my work room!" Rarity stood up and walked over to the wall of shoes, switching out the black heels on her feet to a pair of dark violet ones.
Rainbow scoffed. "I don't see your name on it. Anyway, we're waiting." Rainbow walked off, leaving the door open. Her feet descended the stairs. Spike counted the number of thumps. 12, 13, 14...
Rarity stood in front of the mirror, flattening down the tight material on her stomach and fixing the ribbon in the back. "Are you ready, Spike?"
"Yeah, I think so. Are you?"
"I believe so." Rarity said, still in front of the triple mirror.
"Wait, one more thing." Spike walked over to the fashionista. He crouched down to her legs and ran his claw-like fingernails up her tights, making large holes and runs up them.
Tingles shot up Rarity's leg. She stepped back awkwardly and cleared her throat. "A-are you ready now?"
"Yeah." Spike stood up to his full height and walked out the door with his partner.
. . .
Demon Dash sat back down on the couch and crossed her arms.
"Did you see their costumes?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"Yup."
"What are they?"
"..."
"Dashie! Tell me! I can't wait any longer!"
"Well, you won't have to." Said a third voice, "the zombie prom king and queen have arrived. Rarity and Spike stood in the living room looking absolutely fabulous.
Rarity stood next to Spike wearing an above-the-knee strapless dress made with several layers of tulle and purple silk. The first few layers of tulle served as volume for the dress and made it delightfully puffy. Next came the purple silk. On top of that was another layer of tulle glittered with sparkles. The dress would have been absolutely beautiful, but it was tattered and ripped. It was stained with dirt and the purple ribbon was askew. Her hair was (at one point) done up in an elaborate bun, showing off every curl of her purple hair. The bun was ruined, though, with strands of hair hanging down away from the rest and the tiara on her head was crooked. Her beautiful makeup was running and smudged, and her whole face had a very green tint to it.
"Get into character, Spike." Rarity hissed in his ear, grabbing his hand and putting it around her, making the team look like high school sweethearts. Rarity flashed her dazzling grin as Twilight took pictures with her phone. Spike wasn't paying much attention. Rarity was so soft.
Spike was in the same condition as Rarity. His once very smart-looking suit was ripped and dirty. His hair gel spiked his hair in odd directions and his face was greenish.
Very zombie-like.
"So, who won?" Pinkie Pie asked as they were walking out the front door.
Twilight closed and locked the door behind her, giving Tyler a look. "I dunno. Who did you like best, Ty?"
. . .
The group of eight took four cars to the public library. Rainbow climbed out of the passenger side of the pastel smart car, still celebrating. He had been going on and on about their victory all the way to the library.
Spike's electric green Mustang pulled into the parking space next to theirs. Rainbow ran over to the passenger side and shouted "CHAMPION!" through cupped hands at Rarity,who was very cross at Twilight's decision on who had the best costume. Rainbow whooped and hollered all the way across the parking lot and even tried to chest-jump Fluttershy, who cried out in pain. She ran over to Twilight, who was holding Tyler's hand, and jumped on her back. "Whoo whoo! Winner!" Twilight nearly crumpled under the sudden weight.
"Sky, calm down! Yes your team won, I was there. And I am very happy for you." The egghead said, jumping suddenly to shake off the hitchhiker on her back.
Rainbow walked into the party next to Fluttershy with gusto, feeling very happy for her recent victory. But as the party dragged on, she found herself getting more and more bored. Twilight ran off with Tyler somewhere, and Fluttershy wanted to hang around Rarity. And Rainbow didn't feel welcome around her for a multitude of reasons. Such being that she didn't knock at the door of the workroom (which she thought was a stupid thing to be angry about) and caught Spike and Rarity (well, she wasn't sire what exactly she saw.) Either that, or Rarity was angry that she got yelled at in the face when she opened her car door. Dash assumed it was a combination of both. Either way, she felt it was best to stay away from the prissy girl that night.
Spike, Applejack, and Pinkie were likely the best option to be around during a party. But she wasn't interested in just sitting on the couches and talking. So she found herself alone at the snack table, absentmindedly chewing on a cupcake and silently judging everyone she saw.
That guy's never gonna amount to anything. Lemme guess Minecraft level:expert? Living in his mom's basement, no doubt.
What's her problem?
You sir, need a gym membership. I know McDonald's good, but seriously?!
Alright, you're a slut. Whoops, that's Twi. Sorry.
Okay, why does it look like your skin has never seen the sun? Don't go out in the snow, or we'll loose you, Slendy.
Silently judging people entertained her for a period of time, but once she'd called out one too many Halloween sluts, she found herself bored again. She reached out for her fourth cupcake and took a big bite. These don't even taste that good.
. . .
Spike left the conversation once it changed from Iron Man to the Grand Galloping Gala and wandered around, looking for someone else he knew. He spotted zombie Rarity and Fluttershy over by the punch. He thought about walking over. But, by the looks of it, they were talking about something fashiony, because Rarity was holding the end of Fluttershy's dress and comparing it with hers. He'd had enough to do with clothes in the past two days to last him 8 lifetimes.
That's when he spotted Demon Dash. She was standing all alone by the snack table, eating a cupcake that she didn't seem to be enjoying at all. He walked over. Getting a close look at her, he saw that she wore dark makeup that made her eyes look much bigger and very pretty. She was wearing her hair differently, too. It look beautiful, pulled over to one side, the spectrum adding color to her face.
"Hi."
"Hey, there." She said. She bopped him on the nose with her cupcake, leaving blue frosting on his nose. He crossed his eyes to look at it, making her laugh. He stuck his tongue out to lick his nose, making her laugh harder. She grabbed a napkin and scrubbed the frosting off his nose.
That's when she noticed his eyes. They were emerald. Soarin's eyes were emerald. She was scrubbing Spike's face with a napkin. She had to scrub the lip gloss off of Soarin's face at the gala. Spike had made a goofy face to see the frosting. So had Soarin. She thought back to when she first saw Spike as a human. Her first thought was cute. Soarin was incredibly cute. Demonbow realized she had stopped scrubbing and was staring into Spike's eyes. She smiled sheepishly and looked away. That's just what happened when she was with Soarin.
It was then that Dash had several revelations at once. 1. She missed Soarin so incredibly much. 2. She liked Spike. It was amazing how much he reminded her of her boyfriend. 3. Spike liked her, too. 4. Wait, she can't like Spike! Spike had a crush on Rarity, and she was with Soarin. 5. Love square!
All of this went on inside Rainbow's head at once, but on the outside, she just stood there chewing her cupcake, not showing anything.
"So, what have you been up to?" A blushing Spike asked after his whole body had stopped tingling. The resent situation reminded him so much of the one with Rarity earlier that evening. He had smelled Rainbow's hairspray and toothpaste, he had felt her warm breath when she exhaled. He saw her dark magenta eyes dart up from his nose to his eyes and back again when they lingered just a moment too long.
Rainbow gave him a bored smile. "Gaining weight with all these cupcakes. What about you?"
"Oh, just talking about Iron Man. You've seen that movie, right?" Rainbow shook her head. "Wow, really? That movie's right down your alley! How about you stop eating cupcakes," Spike took Rainbow's fifth cupcake from her hand and started eating it himself, "And we ditch this party and head home. We could watch Iron Man."
Tempting. This party got really boring really fast, and Demonbow was desperate for something to do before she got diabetes. Plus she was the Iron Pony. "Sure."
The demon and the zombie walked out the front doors of the library. Spike saw Dashie's hands swinging gently at her sides. He very badly wanted to lace his fingers in hers, entwine his hand with hers. Her hands looked very soft despite the multitude of Band-Aids.
He finally mustered enough courage to pick up her hand and hole it up for the both of them to see. "What happened?" He asked, fingering her Band-Aids, He hand was soft.
"Oh, that. I kept poking myself with a needle trying to make this costume."
"Which turned out great, by the way."
"Really? Thanks. I thought you'd be mad the I won. But yours looks pretty awesome, too.
. . .
Spike opened the front door to their house and the two stepped inside. It was dark. Never had Rainbow heard this house so silent either. It was nice. Spike flipped on the lights in the foyer and they took off their jackets.
Spike turned on the giant TV in the living room and found the Iron Man DVD on the shelf of over 100 DVDs. He sat on the couch,waiting for Dash.
And that's when she took off her dress in front of him.
His eyes bugged, not knowing what to think. But then he saw she was wearing shorts and a slim tank top under it.
She kicked off the hiking boots, but left the knee-highs on, leaving herself looking like a very sexy volleyball player. She sat down on the couch next to him and ran her fingers through her hair, getting her hair to part normally.
She sat closer to him than she normally would have: their knees were touching. (Oh Snay-upp!)
The movie was really awesome, but the problem was she couldn't remember how it ended. She remembered her eyes getting heavy during one of the dry scenes and nothing else.
Spike looked over at Dash halfway through the movie to find she'd fallen asleep. He shifted uncomfortably, not knowing what to do, causing Rainbow to slump against his shoulder. He slowly turned and reclined so she was resting on his chest. He twirled a lock of orange hair in his fingers. Her hair was so soft.
She was just so beautiful.
But then he remembered his other crush; she was so beautiful, too. His heart was so torn it hurt worse than ever before.
But he was so comfortable.
And Rainbow slept so soundly.
Why let yourself be so worried at a time where things are so perfect?
It was then that Spike finally let his heavy eyes close, and he was soon asleep.
. . .
Well, the electric green Mustang was gone from the parking lot and the party-goers couldn't find Spike or Rainbow Dash anywhere.
Either they were both abducted and their car was stolen, or they went home. Twilight thought it was safe to assume the latter.
After dropping Tyler off in her purple mini cooper, Twilight was the last one home. She opened the door and stepped into the foyer. And promptly ran into Rarity's back.
"What are all you doing here standing in the middle of the foyer?" Twilight asked, unclipping her sheath and taking off the uncomfortable sword.
Four girls sushed her at once and pointed into the living room. Twilight couldn't believe her eyes. Spike and Rainbow Dash lay on the couch, sound asleep. Rainbow lay on Spike's chest, her ear pressed against it. Spike had one hand hanging off the couch, still holding the TV remote, and his other hand was on Dashie's back. Both his hand and Dash rose up and down with Spike's breathing.
Twilight d'awwwed and was again shushed. Pinkie Pie pulled out her bright pink iPhone and took a picture.
...But the flash was on.
Spike's eyes fluttered open and first noticed the five girls staring at him. Then he noticed Rainbow Dash was still asleep on his chest. He blushed beet red and stuttered awkward for an explanation.
"I- we...she-we were- it's just..." Spike carefully lifted Rainbow up enough so he could slip out from under her.
Everyone D'aww'd making him blush again.
"What should I do? Should I wake her up?"
5 "No!"s rang out at once.
"Have you seen Rainbow when she's been woken up?" Pinkie Pie asked.
"She's like a manticore!" Twilight said, "It's not pretty."
"I think it's best we just leave her be. She'll be fine sleeping on a couch for one night. She can even sleep in a tree after all." Applejack said.
Everyone went upstairs and within fifteen minutes all was quiet, everyone gone to bed after a big day. Only then did Rainbow Dash open an eye and chuckle to herself, complimenting her great acting skills.
What really happened was that Rainbow woke up when the DVD player had shut itself off and the TV sat there, glowing bright blue. She opened her eyes and blinked at the harsh blue in pain. She wouldn't be able to sleep like that. She also found herself laying quite comfortably on Spike's chest, listening to his heartbeats. She grabbed the remote from his hand and turned the TV off.
She thought about going upstairs to her own bed, but Spike was just so comfortable. And it was cozy. She laid her head back down and listened to his breathing. She was about to doze off again, but heard the front door open. She pretended to be asleep and let Spike take the embarrassment when he woke up.
Omahgawd so much shipping!
Well, howdy guys! Good to see all y'all again! I'm trying my best to get chapters out more often as one of my new year's resolutions! I'd say it's going pretty well so far, considering this is my longest chapter yet and I got it out in...What? 2 weeks? Not bad. I hope you all enjoyed.
Whale. Rainbow Dash and Fluttershy won the costume contest. (was there EVER any doubt?) I tried to put a lot of shipping in here, because I've finally decided on what I'm doing with it. Yay.
Just a few quick things. That one part at the party where Rainbow has flashbacks to Soarin can only be fully understood if you read my other fic, called The Best Night Ever With A Baseball Bat. (you've heard me talk about that one before.) And I TOTALLY wasn't foreshadowing anything there or anything like that. Pfft, no. (I'm lying)
Also, WHY ISN'T CHEX IN THE DICTIONARY YET?! What is wrong with you, people?! Unamused Diana is not amused.
I was reading through this and the past few chapters and I realized how much I talk about the stairs. What's with that? I dunno. I guess I just like stairs...
Anyway, thanks for reading. I luv u all!
~CheddarAndPretzelCombos