My Little Dashie: Fifth Is A Gift.

the next day i woke up to a knock on the door. i lazily got up and stepped over Dashie. "Hello, is anyone home?" as soon as i heard him say anyone i knew exactly who it was. "great, this is the last pony i want to talk to right now." i said, under my breath. i opened the door and as i had suspected, standing there with a bouquet of flowers in his mouth, was Forest.

"Oh hi mr.dash. Is Rainbow Dash home?" he asked. at first it was hard to understand, but i figured it out quick. "yeah but she's sleeping." i said with a fake sense of happiness in my voice. he didn't seem to notice. "oh OK i'll just come back later." he said. as soon as the words left his mouth i heard a yawning behind me. "dad, who's at the door?" dammit, i was so close to getting rid of him." i thought to myself. i didn't say anything. instead, i just turned around and moved out of the way of the door.

"ohmygoshohmygoshohmygosh." she rushed over to the door and gave him a hug. aggravated i asked:"so,Forest, why are you here?"she lets go of him to let him answer. "well i just wanted to ask dashie something." he looked towards her. "yeah,what is it?" she asked. i could hear the eagerness in her voice."well...umm.. i wanted to know if umm.." he stops as if he's trying to think of what to say. "if you wanted to go out sometime?" she nearly faints as the words leave his mouth. i run over and grab her. trying to stop her from falling. "it's alright dad, i'm fine." i let go and she stands up.

she tries to keep her cool. "um OK sure whatever." she tried to act as if she didn't really care but i knew she was acting. "OK so i'll pick you up later than?" "sure." he leaves and closes the door behind him. she screams like a teenage girl would if she had met Justin Beiber or whatever it is they listing too back on earth. she quickly darts up the stairs to her room, most likely to get ready. i just stood there,dumbfounded, i cant believe this is really happening. there's a knock on the door a few hours later. before i could get off the couch i hear dashie yell from her room "i got it!" before i could blink she's at the door. she opens it and leaves with Forest. "i'll be back in a few hours. don't wait up." i yell back "OK love you!" "love you too pops." and just like that,they were gone.

i get up and close the door. i sigh. guess i have a few hours to kill. just then i remembered that there were leftovers from last night's party in the fridge. i walk into the kitchen and open the fridge. i pull out the half eaten cake,cut a piece off, put it back in the fridge and sit back down into the couch.

"well, i guess i'll watch some television until she gets back."i eventually get tired,probably from me going to bed late and getting up early to answer the door. i soon find myself slipping in and out of sleep. i give up trying to stay awake and just go to sleep. i wake up a few hours later to the sound of the door closing. i check my watch, its about 8 pm. i grunt,not wanting to get up. "oh dad, you're awake." i look over to dashie. "yes i am." there was an awkward silence for a few moments. "so, how was the date." i clench my teeth as the last words escape my mouth. her ears perk up. "oh it was great. we went to Sugar Cube Corners and had dinner.

i like forest.he's kind and funny and smart." "not to mention suspicious." i think to myself. "really" i ask adding a false sense of excitement into my voice. "ya, we're going out again tomorrow." the moment she said that i could fell my heart nearly stop completely. "well, goodnight dad." dashie says. "goodnight Hun." she looked at me weird. that was the first time i ever called her Hun. she stared at me for a minute or two. "OK love you." "love you too dashie." she smiled and went upstairs. when i heard her door close i sighed. "i don't like him." i said in a whisper as to not let dashie hear me. then i remembered how dashie said that she liked him. "oh god.." i stopped. "wow that was the first time i said that in over 25 years" then the thought crept back into my mind. "what if they get... married?" i cringed at the thought. but if it makes my dashie happy, i guess i could come to like him.

i mean come on, i eventually got used to pinkies constant talking, and got Fluttershy to stop whispering at me all the time. i stopped thinking about it and went to bed.