Note Pad felt the awkward silence between him and Derpy grow with each passing second. She had stopped reading her book now that he was awake.

He sighed and twiddled his hooves, glancing around through his sunglasses. There was nothing to do for another hour except talk, and after Note Pad's stunt, Derpy must not really be up for that. Still, he had to try.

"So..." he began.

Derpy turned and looked at him, an eye drifting further than the other.

"Have you been to Canterlot?" he asked.

"Plenty of times actually," she replied. "I used to deliver letters and packages there too."

She took off her detective hat and laid it down beside her. "But Canterlot, Cloudsdale and Ponyville are the only places I've ever delivered. How is Manehattan?"

"Hectic," he said. "Many places to eat. Many places to live... I don't know how to explain it. It's a big city, but it's so homey at the same time."

She nodded. "Oh okay..."

She glanced around, tapping the seat with her hooves.

"I have a question about your sunglasses," she asked suddenly.

He rolled his eyes behind them instinctively. "What?"

"Why can't you show me your eyes?" she asked.

"I don't show ponies my eyes," he said. "I don't like my eyes. Why should I have to show others?"

"Maybe others will like your eyes..." she said.

"Right," he said sarcastically. "Because they absolutely loved my eyes before."

She frowned. "Nevermind..."

"Do you take them off when you're alone?" she asked.

"Of course," he said. "To shower and sleep, you know."

She nodded. "Okay."

"Why are you so interested?" he asked.

"I need to learn about my partner," she replied. She rolled her eyes. "Even if he can be a big jerkface..."

Note Pad got up and walked down the aisle, away from Derpy. "I have to use the bathroom..."

Derpy huffed and blew some of her mane hairs away from her face. Note Pad left the train car and entered another with less ponies. He turned and entered an adjacent room-the bathroom.

He flicked on the light and took off his sunglasses, turning on the faucet to wash his face.

"Note... wake up, Note..." he heard in his ear. The young little colt awoke in surprise. He had fell asleep in Candy's room.

"What... what time is it?" he asked.

"It's almost sunrise..." she said, craning her head to the closed alleyway window. "You should leave before my dad catches you here..."

He understood, and sat up. They had fallen asleep snuggling only once before, and Note Pad was almost caught that time. Ever since then, Candy has been more alert and careful.

"Alright," he said. "I'll see you later...?"

She smiled and nodded. "At school, yeah..."

Her mane was still messy, and he smiled at her.

"Okay," he said. But she spoke suddenly before he could continue.

"I love you," she said quickly.

Note Pad was caught off guard. Their playful togetherness was always more of a flirtatious and gentle friendship. They had never actually done more than snuggle, with the occasional kiss on the cheek.

He turned to face her as she sat up on the bed, looking stupefied. She searched his face and sat up on the bedside. Slowly, she sadly looked away from him.

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." she muttered, holding her arm. I'm so stupid. How could I ever assume something like that? He's not looking for a relationship. Good job, dummy, you really blew it.

Note trotted to Candy and gently brought her head up to meet his, kissing her and relieving her of any and all doubt in the world. Her eyes widened as he pressed his lips to hers.

She melted instantly into the warm, loving embrace, holding his cheek as he held her hoof. Note Pad thought of only two things during the kiss: how sweet she tasted, and how much he loved her. How much he had always loved her.

He gently pulled away from the kiss, and Candy gasped softly; almost inaudibly. She squeezed his hoof.

"I love you too," he replied, nuzzling her neck. Her heart fluttered with happiness and nervousness and nausea and excitement, but also sorrow, as she remembered he had to leave.

She placed another soft kiss on his lips. "Oh Note Pad... I love you... please go before you're caught. We need to talk later," she said with a smile. She was in such disbelief.

He smirked. "I never get caught."

"Don't be so sure," she said with a wide smile. Then her eyes darted to the door.

She heard hoofsteps.

Her doorknob rattled softly before being turned and opened. A dark blue stallion poked his head through the door.

"I was checking to see if you were almost ready for school," he chuckled. "Apparently you're almost ready! You look so clean and tidy and awake!"

She looked up to her messy mane and untidy coat. "Oh, real funny, dad."

"Anyway," he said. "School's been canceled today. Some sort of test preparation thing or something." He waved his hoof around aimlessly. "They just announced it. Sorry hun, you can go back to sleep now."

"Yeah, I think I'll sleep for a few more hours," she lied. "Goodnight, dad."

He looked over at the sunlight pouring through the window and smirked. "Good morning, technically."

Candy levitated a stuffed Wonderbolt plushie and threw it at him. "Begone, mortal!"

He laughed and closed the door. Candy could hear his hooves as they descended the staircase.

"You can come out now," she whispered.

Note Pad poked his head out from under the bed. "Told you. Never get caught."

She smiled. "You heard him. No school today."

He kissed her briefly, but sweetly. She sighed in happiness.

"I can't believe this..." she said. "You love me too..."

She began giggling and bounced in her bed in excitement and anxiousness. "This is amaaazing~!"

She heard the window open and opened her eyes. Note Pad was climbing out.

"Where are you going?" she asked, tilting her head.

"I have to buy my new girlfriend something nice," he said with a grin. "Stay in bed, honey."

He carefully climbed out and closed the window behind him.

Candy sighed again. Then she smiled to herself, then grinned, then started bouncing again, squealing with happiness.

Note Pad stopped washing his face and gazed up to stare at himself in the mirror. He sighed and put his hoof to the cold glass.

"Why am I having all of these dreams about you, Candy...? Why now more than ever...?"

Author's Note: If you haven't already known by my profile, I'm deleting My Little Pwny Redux yet again. I realized the following points.

1) A sequel is unnecessary.

2) It's boring.

3) I don't enjoy writing it. It's a chore.

I apologize to anyone who enjoyed the story up to this point, but I can't bring myself to write it anymore. It's just... pointless. Bland.

Every other story is here to stay, and I do plan to release more of course. I just felt it necessary to put this here, seeing as you all seem to like this story the most.

This author's note will be removed when I feel it's necessary. Any concerns, PM me.

-Sharky is sorry.