"No doubt about it, Spike. There's definitely something strange going on at that school..." I heard her say in the pit of her secret lab after I managed to slip in to see what she was up to. The two of us had been looking all over the school for her. Her dog barked in response as if he knew the words that came out of her mouth.

"Is this what you've been doing all day?" I asked, surprising both her and Spike.

Twilight removed the glasses from her face to converse with me. "Why did you come here?" She asked.

"I… Well…" I felt reluctant to give her my reason. At one point, I had felt that I should just man up and tell her what was going on…but then I eventually chickened out and made it casual. "We were wondering if you wanted to come get ice cream with us. After all, you seem to spend all your time in here or on your own. We just wanted to get you out is all."

The girl who accompanied and stood beside me gave me a leer look in response to my cowardice, but eventually she seemed to understand why I said what I said.

"No thanks." Twilight shook her head, disappointing me. "I'll have to pass. Maybe some other time. I really need to focus on this right now." She returned to whatever work she was doing with the cork board in front of her. It was loaded with pinned photographs and well…graphs.

I was let down by her answer, but I guess it didn't hurt as much as last time. It wasn't the first time she declined an offer like this. "Okay, I guess. See you later then…"

I was tagged along as I made my way outside and walked to the pole where my bike was stationed. "Ready to go?" I asked my companion by my side before I got on.

"Yeah, sure." She answered a little softer as if she seemed sort of upset. It was probably because of the results I got after going inside and trying my best.

I pulled my leg around the seat and sat down. She sat herself on the home-installed seat behind me and wrapped her arms around my waist. She always did that when accompanying me on my bike. And perhaps one of her most favorite things to do on the bike, she allowed both of her legs to relax on the side of her seat. It was almost as if she believed keeping her arms around me would keep her safe enough. I suppose I didn't go fast to begin with anyway. I began pedaling, heading towards the shop that served one of our favorite ice creams. It was too bad that Twilight wasn't coming with us, but it's not like everything was ruined. I still loved being with my best and really only true friend.

"I don't understand you." I heard her say behind me, seeing the strands of her long and slightly wavy hair occasionally get in her face due to the wind. She tried to get them in control by pulling them towards the side and behind her hairclip. "I don't want to sound mean, but I honestly still don't see what you see in her. You sure you'll ever get to tell her one day?"

"I don't know." I answered briefly as I kept my eyes forward for any obstacles or traffic. I was always super cautious when she was around. "But to answer your question about what I see in her…I don't really know either." I lowered my eyes in thought, but soon paid back attention to our direction for safety measures. "This probably sounds cheesy…but…she always was different from everyone else. You know. Always in her own world I guess, and I could totally relate to that. I was the same exact way."

"You're always cheesy." She giggled. Even I knew that was more of a joke.

"Hm." I sent a smile back her way if she could see it. "You could have changed things a lot sooner if you acted earlier, Faith."

"Yeah…" She agreed, but then she remained silent for a moment as if she was thinking about something. "But sometimes…it's probably better to wait until the end to do things you wish you could do."

Remembering what she had told me about her old school, about the huge betrayal she had to live through, I could completely understand. Either way, she had me now. And there's no way I'd ever do anything like that to her. And I'm pretty sure she knows that too.

"Forget about it." I encouraged her in a light-hearted and supportive manner. "I'm buying you ice cream. Don't forget about that."

She giggled happily again. "You love spoiling me, don't you, Chase?"

I chuckled a little with her. "Yeah…I guess I do."