I'm really unsure if I'm doing this the right way, but it's my first time and sure fun! But, back to what I was supposed to ask you. What do you think about the pony pronouns? (If I spelled that right) I mean, "everypony" and so on. Should I quit writing it?

It was music that woke her up the next morning.

Twilight Sparkle woke up gradually because of the gentle voice coming from downstairs. It was a wonderful way to wake up, and she actually just wanted to stay where she was, in case she interrupted the singer if she stood up from bed. It was already too late, because not a sound could be heard except from her own heartbeats.

As the minutes went by she decided to get up. After all, she had to get ready for Pinkies party – but the again, it didn't start until later that evening.

With a sigh she went down to the living room, ready for a new day.

"You're early!" Spike said, actually surprised.

"It's only been a routine for the last couple of weeks," she mumbled as a reply.

"Still," he whispered with regret in his voice.

"Now, what should we do in the meantime?" she wondered, without saying anything else to her assistant, who looked at her in pure confusion.

"Are you thinking about Pinkie's party?"

"Of course," she said, offering him a faint smile. "Now, any ideas?"

"How about eating your breakfast?" he said, while pointing at the kitchen and a lonely plate on the table. She smiled innocently.

"You're quick with ideas, Spike."
~~

Spike studied her while she ate her food, how she looked out the window with her purple eyes, and her hair, which she still hadn't brushed. She ate slowly, but he wasn't sure why she did that. It could be because she didn't want to rush in the morning. That would've been a reasonable explanation.

"I was wondering if I should visit Pinkie Pie, just to see if I could help out with something," Twilight suddenly mumbled, before carefully swallowing the last bit of food. "I have a hard time believing even she could pull of a big party for every citizen of Ponyville by herself."

Spike had to agree. At the same time – the pink-haired girl was always full of surprises; they had been proved that several times.

"Why can't you go out and have some fun?" Twilight suggested. "So, you don't have to worry about cleaning up and such today, alright?"

Spike wasn't sure whether to believe her or not, but it seemed like she meant every word. It wasn't too easy to figure her out sometimes.

"Sounds good to me," he said after pondering on it for some time, already making a plan for himself. He wanted to get out of the house, stretching his legs and maybe talk to -

"I'm sure Rarity would make you an outfit for tonight if you gave her a visit," Twilight Sparkle added with a smile. She always knew what to say, and sometimes that left Spike quite helpless. At the same time he couldn't be angry with her, because she couldn't help being so smart.

"I'll make sure to see her," he said with a rather happy tone, and wanted to get going already. But seeing Twilight Sparkle still sitting there by the table made him stay, because looking at her made him calm somehow. As if everything could wait, as long as she sat there.

Twilight Sparkle raised her head slightly so she could look at Spike and not only the food in front of her. Quite unsure of why, she blushed. He looked at her with blinking eyes; surprised by the reaction she gave him. He soon ended up with red cheeks himself.

"Sorry!" she mumbled, swallowing her last piece of food. She hurriedly stood up, and took her plate to the sink. "I think I got something stuck in my throat!"

She felt like a child excusing something everypony knew about.

"You don't have to excuse yourself, Twi!" Spike said still confused, and while standing behind her where she stood by the sink, he put his hand on her shoulder. Twilight was taken by surprise – again, and lost her plate down the sink while her heart skipped a beat.

"Spike!" she whispered, hiding her face in her hands. "Why am I so jumpy today?"

"It's normal," he tried to calm her, but she quickly ignored his statement.

"Anything but normal," she sighed. "Sorry again."

"No problem," Spike mumbled, slightly worried for his friend. "And if you got something in your throat, you should drink some water."

She nodded like a speechless doll.

"I'll do that."

It became silent between the two of them. Spike was the one to break the moment with a simple cough, red in his face and looking at Twilight with two worried eyes. She still stood by the sink, and he didn't know why – but he wanted to give her a hug, and just tell her to have a great day.

"I'll see you later," she said as soon as she was done washing her plate. It actually survived the fall. "Have fun at Rarity's!"

He was about to tell her something – but she had already left.
~~

Twilight Sparkle didn't know exactly why she behaved the way she did this morning. Maybe she had dreamt about something unpleasant, and the back of her mind still remembered it. It was a common fact, and she was sure she was one of the victims of this fact.

"Good mornin', Twilight!"

She jumped, gasping after breath as soon as she landed on her two feet again. Applejack, who stood right beside her, gave her a grin.

"Sorry 'bout that, Sugarcube," she said, a grin growing wider for every second.

"Good morning," Twilight Sparkle mumbled. What a morning.

"Headin' over to Pinkie Pie's?" the cowgirl asked, just as bright as before.

"I was thinking she maybe needed some help with the preparations," Twilight Sparkle said, with a lighter mood.

"I was thinkin' the exact same thing, Sugarcube! Come on, let's go!"

Twilight didn't even get the chance to say no thanks before Applejack took her arm and dragged her all the way to Sugarcube corner, where Pinkie Pie was supposed to make the food and different decorations. At the moment they entered the café, they got to see their friend dancing all around the local with a huge grin in her face. Her cheeks were full of colour because of her joyful mood and constant laughing, and her eyes were gleaming of happiness.

"Hi, Pinkie!" Applejack began, entering the kitchen where Pinkie Pie disappeared after a while.

"Hiiiiiiii!" Pinkie Pie said – almost sang – while she still danced around. "I can't wait for tonight, you two, can you? I mean, everypony will be here, and there will be music, food, friends, and a lot of fun! Aren't you excited? 'Cause I'm really excited!" she grinned, and did a pirouette.

"Yes, we're too, Sugarcube," Applejack assured her, just as happy as she.

"But we wanted to make sure if you needed any help?" Twilight asked, picking up her wand as if she wanted to show her how she could help.

"YES!" Pinkie Pie exclaimed, doing something that reminded Twilight of a foxtrot – a bad one. "That would be GREAT!"

"It's settled, then!" Twilight Sparkle said, in hope to start on the project. Pinkie jumped around like a little kid, but then again – she always did.

"Could you help with the food, Applejack?" Pinkie said, with the huge smile Twilight's own face wanted to mimic. She looked at Applejack – she had already mimicked the bright smile of Pinkie's. "And you the decorations, Twilight? Your so amazing when it comes to decorations, and lifting, and colours, and, and…"

"Alright, I'll do it!" Twilight laughed, which made Pinkie giggle of pure excitement. She soon wandered off to the kitchen bench, and Applejack followed her afterwards. Twilight went out of the kitchen to start on her task. Glad she had just learned a new spell, she pulled out her wand once again.

"Let's see… Party decorations!That must be it."

Soon a book landed in her other hand, and she looked pleased down at it. It was exactly the one she had wanted, and she soon opened it up to read it. She just needed the key words, therefrom she could do it herself.

After all, reading came to good use under her first sleepover.
~~

"Uhm, Rarity? You home?"

"Oh, Spike! Please, do come in!"

Spike closed the door after him, entering the fashionista's home. She seemed to be occupied by something, and by that he meant clothes. Fashion. Clothes again.

"So many have asked for my guidance designing a dress! And it's all 'till Pinkie's party! What ever shall I do?" she sobbed, almost drowned in her own creations. Spike looked at her with understanding eyes, and stretched out his hand to help her up. Then he gave her a smile.

"Thank you," she sighed happily, and let him help her up. "It seems like gentlemen still exists. Now, I must get back to work…"

Her purple hair weren't as tidy as it used to be, and she looked terribly tired. Her blue eyes didn't shine – and they always used to, framed by those long, black eyelashes of hers…

"I can help you, if you want?" he offered, in hope for a yes.

"That would be…" Rarity raised her head, studying him for a bit. Then her eyes finally started to shine again, and she smiled so bright her white teeth almost could blind someone. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!"

She grabbed his arm, and pushed him into the wardrobe without giving him a chance to deny in any way. She laughed happily, before throwing in some clothes.

"Is this help, Rarity?" he asked, kind of unsure about the whole thing.

"Of course it is, my dear Spike! To design clothes for a boy for once is utterly refreshingfor my creativity!"

Spike sighed.

"If you say so, Rarity…"
~~

"What the hay are you doin', Twilight?"

Twilight Sparkle looked at her decorations with a confused look.

"Isn't this correct?"

Pinkie Pie looked at her decorations as bright as ever.

"I think it looks super-duper-cool!"

Applejack raised an eyebrow.

"I think this suits a gala more…"

Twilight Sparkle didn't know what to say, she followed the book just like she planned. And according to the book, everything was perfect. The ribbons, the tables, the dancing floor, the glitter, the -

"I think it's still super-duper-cool, but maybe we could add…" Pinkie Pie grinned. "… Some Pinkie style to it! And you know what that means, right?"

Applejack looked at Twilight, while Twilight looked at her. They both gave each other big smiles, because they actually knew what Pinkie meant.

"COLOURS!"
~~

"Spike, you look… Smashing."

Spike shook his head. After many, and he meant many outfits, he had lost his faith in his own looks. Rarity hadn't been pleased with any of the outfits, simply because they wasn't him.He gave up!

"Spike!" she repeated, and he could hear her voice almost crack of enthusiasm. "I mean it! You do look smashing! Just look at yourself, darling!"

He didn't really want to, but curiosity got the best of him. He turned around, and as he faced the mirror he looked at himself with a gasp.

He had a dark grey coloured jacket, and pants with the same colours. Inside the jacket he had a white shirt, and…

"A red tie! To match Twilight's outfit, because you are both going, am I right? It will be so… Smashing!"

That was the third time she had said the word smashing.

"What do you think, Spike?" she asked. Her eyes blinked of anticipation.

"I…"

Spike had no idea what to say. He searched for a fitting word, one that could describe that he was thankful for the outfit, that Rarity had used time on helping him, but it wasn't easy. All he could think of, was -

"… I-I got nothing," his voice trembled, while his face turned all red. It matched his tie, at least.
~~

"Finally done!" Applejack sighed when she sat down on one of the chairs in Sugarcube corner. Pinkie Pie was still standing, full of glee, but Twilight had to sit down like the cowgirl had to.

"And it's so bright," Twilight said, looking around with a faint smile.

"It's so colourful!" Pinkie giggled, happy for the help she had gotten. "I don't think I would've been done so early if you two hadn't visited me!"

The three of them laughed of it all, and started to plan the rest of the evening. According to Pinkie Pie, it was going to be amazing. Twilight hoped she could take her word on it. And with a sigh and hopeless smile, she did.