Disclaimer: All My Little Ponies, Big Brother Ponies, Bushwoolies, the Moochick and Spike do not belong to me.
A/N: Thanks for the advice, HappyGlow, and I'm glad you're back. I've been missing you reviews. Fire Falcon, thanks for your reviews too.
THESE TWO HEARTS
by Lina Shay
Chapter Nine: Pressure
For the next few days, posters were appearing everywhere. There was one on every wall in paradise estate. They were placed on random trees and rocks. There was even one, Fizzy noticed, on each of the stepping stones across the stream. Until then, Fizzy hadn't really been interested enough to look at them. But now, she couldn't help it. This notice had to be awfully important for someone to go to the trouble to make it unavoidable. Fizzy stared at the closest stepping stone, trying to read the writing the best she could, with it being half-damp and worn from hoof prints.
"Sweetheart Ball
Take your favorite sweetheart
and dance the night away to the
sultry love songs of the Bright Lights.
Saturday Night
Paradise Estate
For more info, ask Heartthrob or Truly"
"I see you've seen the poster," cam Truly's southern drawl.
Fizzy glanced up at her. She was surprised to see that Truly was wearing an outfit made completely of the Sweetheart Ball posters.
"Takin' Steamer to the dance?" Truly asked.
"No!" Fizzy exclaimed adamantly.
"Ain't he yar sweetheart?" Truly asked. "'Cuz that's how I understood it."
"I don't have a sweetheart," Fizzy told her.
"Sure," Truly said skeptically as she walked off.
Fizzy dropped to the grass with a sigh and stared into the water. Why was she acting like this? This wasn't her. She glanced at the sky. She just didn't want it common knowledge that she liked Steamer. All ready, ponies were pressuring her. Gusty wanted her to tell Steamer how she felt and now Truly wanted her to ask him to a sweetheart ball. Next people would be planning her wedding for her. Why couldn't everyone just leave this alone? If it was going to turn into romance, it would do it in its own time. Fizzy didn't even know how Steamer felt about all this.
"Fizzy," came Buttons's voice. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Fizzy insisted, wiping away the tears she had just noticed were dripping down her cheeks.
"Tell me what's the matter," Buttons requested, placing a hoof on Fizzy's back for comfort. "Are you and Steamer having problems?"
"Not you too!" Fizzy cried. "Why does everyone have me sweethearts with Steamer?"
"Aren't you?" Buttons asked in surprise.
"No," Fizzy told her. "Steamer and I are friends. Why can't people understand that?"
Buttons sat next to her friend. "Fizzy, I'm your best friend. I know you better than anyone and I can tell that you really care about Steamer. Am I wrong?"
Fizzy let a few tears dribble down her cheeks, then said, "Yes."
Buttons stared at her in surprise.
"Steamer is just my friend," Fizzy said quietly.
"Oh," Buttons muttered. "I'm sorry, Fizzy. I guess I...misread you."
Buttons slowly walked away. Fizzy watched after her, more tears evading her eyes. It was the first time Fizzy had ever lied to Buttons and it hurt.
A/N: This chapter is short and not really the best chapter. But it will get better.
A/N: Thanks for the advice, HappyGlow, and I'm glad you're back. I've been missing you reviews. Fire Falcon, thanks for your reviews too.
THESE TWO HEARTS
by Lina Shay
Chapter Nine: Pressure
For the next few days, posters were appearing everywhere. There was one on every wall in paradise estate. They were placed on random trees and rocks. There was even one, Fizzy noticed, on each of the stepping stones across the stream. Until then, Fizzy hadn't really been interested enough to look at them. But now, she couldn't help it. This notice had to be awfully important for someone to go to the trouble to make it unavoidable. Fizzy stared at the closest stepping stone, trying to read the writing the best she could, with it being half-damp and worn from hoof prints.
"Sweetheart Ball
Take your favorite sweetheart
and dance the night away to the
sultry love songs of the Bright Lights.
Saturday Night
Paradise Estate
For more info, ask Heartthrob or Truly"
"I see you've seen the poster," cam Truly's southern drawl.
Fizzy glanced up at her. She was surprised to see that Truly was wearing an outfit made completely of the Sweetheart Ball posters.
"Takin' Steamer to the dance?" Truly asked.
"No!" Fizzy exclaimed adamantly.
"Ain't he yar sweetheart?" Truly asked. "'Cuz that's how I understood it."
"I don't have a sweetheart," Fizzy told her.
"Sure," Truly said skeptically as she walked off.
Fizzy dropped to the grass with a sigh and stared into the water. Why was she acting like this? This wasn't her. She glanced at the sky. She just didn't want it common knowledge that she liked Steamer. All ready, ponies were pressuring her. Gusty wanted her to tell Steamer how she felt and now Truly wanted her to ask him to a sweetheart ball. Next people would be planning her wedding for her. Why couldn't everyone just leave this alone? If it was going to turn into romance, it would do it in its own time. Fizzy didn't even know how Steamer felt about all this.
"Fizzy," came Buttons's voice. "Are you all right?"
"I'm fine," Fizzy insisted, wiping away the tears she had just noticed were dripping down her cheeks.
"Tell me what's the matter," Buttons requested, placing a hoof on Fizzy's back for comfort. "Are you and Steamer having problems?"
"Not you too!" Fizzy cried. "Why does everyone have me sweethearts with Steamer?"
"Aren't you?" Buttons asked in surprise.
"No," Fizzy told her. "Steamer and I are friends. Why can't people understand that?"
Buttons sat next to her friend. "Fizzy, I'm your best friend. I know you better than anyone and I can tell that you really care about Steamer. Am I wrong?"
Fizzy let a few tears dribble down her cheeks, then said, "Yes."
Buttons stared at her in surprise.
"Steamer is just my friend," Fizzy said quietly.
"Oh," Buttons muttered. "I'm sorry, Fizzy. I guess I...misread you."
Buttons slowly walked away. Fizzy watched after her, more tears evading her eyes. It was the first time Fizzy had ever lied to Buttons and it hurt.
A/N: This chapter is short and not really the best chapter. But it will get better.
