Spike was picking up the books that Twilight had left lying around. After he finished reorganizing the books he began to dust the library. He continued his usual chores at an unusually quickened rate. Normally he'd take his time, but instead he had one thing in mind. 'I need to write'

He heaved a sigh of relief as he finished the last of his chores. He rushed to his room and sat at his desk. He pulled out a pair of glasses. He then reached for the odd looking bottle of ink and a quill. He placed them on top of the desk. He put on the glasses and looked at the shelf of books on his desk. To the naked eye it was just a bunch of ordinary books, but with those glasses, one could see a green glow around one in particular. Spike grabbed the book and placed it in front of him. The front read Journal in a pristine, green calligraphy. Spike opened it to something he wrote three days prior.

It's been near seven months since I've realized it. I love her with all my heart. She's always so confident and ambitious. I'm still scared to tell her how I feel. I know that some ponies have come to consider her my sister in a sense. She's always been there for me, and I don't ever want that to change. She is my heart, my soul, everything I need is within her. If only it could be. We've been friends for as long as I can remember, and why would that change now? I still think about what I almost did before I started writing in this journal. I almost... I don't want to remember it.
'Til Next Time,
Spike

'I still can't believe I almost molested Twilight!' Spike cringed remembering taking an hour long cold shower after he had started drooling. Spike shook the memory away and refocused of his journal. He turned to the next page and grabbed the quill.

I was rejected by Rarity yesterday. It hurt for the most part, but it didn't make me sob like a baby. It took forever to get myself psyched up enough to even ask her out. The fact the she said no bothered me because of how much effort it took to convince myself to ask. It's in the past now and I will apologize for my actions soon. When Twilight showed her concern for me when I came home, that tore me apart. When I saw her start to cry I broke down further. I hate it when she's sad, especially if it's my fault. The way she comforted me, I fell asleep in her embrace. This morning was amazing. I woke up and brushed some stray hair out of her face. She began to stir so i closed my eyes, then opened them just enough so I could see. I saw her blush and was thankful that she got up soon after. Those horrible thoughts came back and I shot up and shouted. I hated lying that it was a dream, though I didn't lie about the dream I had. Too bad it'll never be.
'Til Next Time,
Spike

Spike sat back in his chair and sighed. 'I love you Twi, someday... someday I'll tell you.' Spike pulled out some papers. They had the same enchanted ink on them as the ink he used in his notebook. They were lots of pictures, all containing Twilight in different areas and poses. He began to draw another picture. He was careful to make it match her features, from the way her body curved, to the way her hair fell across her face. He was drawing Twilight with a blank expression, and a book in front of her. He kept on moving the quill confidently across the paper. He decided he'd finished after working on it for five hours. 'Time really does fly.' He chuckled at how it had felt like only minutes passed. 'I wonder if Twilight's home yet' He put everything back in their proper places.

He walked into the main room and saw Twilight with a shocked expression on her face. Spike ran to her side, "Twilight!" He wrapped an arm around her in concern, "What's wrong?" Spike held her comfortingly, brushing some of her mane out of her eyes.

Twilight jumped, not having realized Spike was there. "Spike," Twilight blushed in embarrassment, "I thought you were out on a walk or something." Twilight avoided looking at Spike, and decided to take interest in the floor.

"I was in my room, must've not noticed," Spike laughed a little then looked at Twilight with a concerned expression, "What's wrong Twilight? You look like your brain was hit with a brick of knowledge." Spike held her shoulders in his claws. Twilight bit her lower lip as she looked to the claws on her shoulders, thinking about how good it felt to be held.

"I was just deep in thought." She awkwardly smiled. I've never noticed what a handsome young drake he is. She stared absentmindedly at how Spike's scales were accented with the outside light. She kept on staring with a drunken smile. She felt her face get a light slap.

"Twilight," Spike called, waving his hand in front of her face, "Hello, Twilight?" Spike's face was a foot away from her's.

"Huh..." Twilight fell out of her daze. She blushed noticing how close their faces were. She could feel his breath on her muzzle. She shivered with each sensation as she took full notice of them for the first time in her life. She noticed his chest expanding and retracting with each breath that he released towards her. The muscles of his arms and abdomen contracting while he held onto her shoulders. His eye's were void of everything but her at the moment. she could she the concern in Spike's eyes. She smiled and gave him a hug. "Twilight?" Spike was confused, but hugged back, "Are you okay?"

"I guess I just needed a hug," Twilight smiled, "Thank you Spike." Spike smiled and continued to hold her, not that he had a problem with the prolonged embrace. Twilight pulled away from the hug and beamed as soon as she saw his smile.

"Spike?" Twilight asked hesitantly, putting on a look of curiosity. She looked him in the eye.

"Yes?" Spike responded with a smile. He noticed a certain gleaming in her eyes.

"Why couldn't you hear me call you when I got home?" Twilight asked, she held a hoof to her chin in thought, "Shouldn't you have heard me from your room?" Twilight looked at him with a pondering expression.

"I was just drawing." Spike tried to brush it off, "Must've been really concentrating." Spike didn't look at her directly. He could feel her eyes on him.

Twilight brushed some stray hair away with her hoof. "What were you drawing?" Twilight asked nonchalantly. She noticed Spike beginning to sweat. 'What's got him so flustered?' She thought to herself. She kept looking at him with a bright smile.

"You...Uh..." Spike went wide-eyed realizing he just told her that he was drawing, well, her. Spike was flustered to say the least. Spike held his head in his hands. 'Idiot' he screamed mentally at himself. Spike felt his heart begin to beat faster. He looked at the door feeling trapped.

"Me?" Twilight's face took an expression of confusion, "Why me?" Spike didn't answer and had started to breath heavily, his eyes still open widely. "Spike?" she poked him. "Why were you drawing me?" she asked again, her voice more stern.

"I'm gonna take a quick walk bye," Spike blurted and ran out the door before Twilight could respond. Twilight sat there with so many things running through her head. 'Why would he...wait. Does he...no. That would be ridiculous...right?' Twilight sighed and picked up her journal and headed up to her room. 'I need to look at this logically' Twilight walked up the stairs and into her room.

Author's Note

I can already feel the awkward feeling of posting this. Well, here goes nothing. *click*
Now where's my cereal?