Love Songs and Butterflies

          Rarity nearly turned Fluttershy inside-out, having her try on one outfit after another.

          "Umm, Rarity?" Fluttershy calls from the curtains of the dressing room. "Are you sure this is what a pony like him would like?"

"Of course darling, do come out." The unicorn replies with a swift motion of her hoof.

          Fluttershy slowly descends from the curtains, her gentle smile appears to shine as bright as a star. She wore a long black dress, which was decorated with pink butterflies with diamonds stitched into the chest. Black eye shadow was the finishing touch. Fluttershy seemed uneasy.

"Uhh....can we, uh, maybe....?"

"Oh Heavens no!" Rarity exclaimed, she almost died of shock. "Why, you're going out with a musician! A rock musician! Surely he would adore your outfit more than you intend!"

          Fluttershy rolls her eyes in spite of Rarity's view. For the Pegasus knew who she was spending her time with, as well as Crashie knew about her. "I'm sure he'll like me as myself."

"Well....perhaps I can make some changes." Rarity finally came to her senses.

          KNOCK! KNOCK! The two ponies turned their eyes to the front door. "It's me! Scootaloo!" She called. Fluttershy went an opened the door, giving a graceful smile. "Oh, hello."

"Wa-hoo!" Scoots was amazed. "Diggin' the new look, Fluttershy. You off to a rock concert or something? If so, why? Only 30 more minutes until the Bash."

"Oh, umm, I am attending...." She replies, poking at the porch nervous.

"With who? Oh! Is he a famous rockstar!?" Scootaloo was jumping while fluttering her wings.

          Fluttershy nods. "Oh yes, he's....." Sweetie Belle pops on top of her head. "Hey Scootaloo! You ready!?"

"Ready for what?" Rarity came to Fluttershy's side.

          The two Crusaders shout, "CUTIE MARK CRUSADERS LOVE DOCTORS! Yay!" Scoots gaged a bit. She only agreed to do this because of the fact that they were spending the night surrounded by chocolate. Sweetie liked it because she was helping ponies find their special somepony by a special game she made up. But where was little Applebloom? Her job was to build their stand, she should have been done by now.

          Just then, Applebloom catches up with them, carrying a heavy hammer in her mouth. This slowed her down. She drops it, panting. "All....done....ya'll."

"Great!" Sweetie Belle jumped off Fluttershy's head. "Let's go!" Her voice squeaked. The crusaders run off giggling.

"Rarity? About the dress...."

"Very well."

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Meanwhile at the cottage, Spike has been chasing Angel around, trying to get the bunny to sleep. "Come on!" He mumbles into the wall after running into it. The dragon sets himself free and looks around for Angel, teasing him with a carrot. "You're not gonna get it unless you come here." He sing-songs.

          Upstairs, Crashie is just getting out of the bath. Steam flows out as he opens the door, a teal towel wrapped around his waist. The colt could finally see himself in the mirror. He searches for a comb.

          Angel hopped up the last stair, going for Flutteshy's bedroom as a safe haven. "Good, now he goes." Spike says with a sigh of relief, walking past the bathroom.

          "So, Spike. Right?" Crash says, looking in the reflection while drying his mane and combing it. Spike peeks his head out the door. "Oh uhh.....yes." He chuckles, entering the bathroom. "And you're the pony who Fluttershy explained to me.....Crashie?" The snow white colt nods. "That's right."

          All they were doing from that point was Smiling and blinking. Not a single thought of conversation came to their minds, just awkward --somewhat weird-- silence. Spike decides to ask a random yet reasonable question,  in hopes of breaking the silence. "What you two gonna be doing tonight?" Crashie smirks at the purple dragon's question. "Let's...just say I'll make her night special."

"You make it sound so easy...."

"What do you mean?"

The dragon then climbs and stands on the counter. "Can you give me some advise? It's about something very important." Spike fiddles with his fingers nervously.

          Crashie smiles at him, putting the comb down. "Sure thing. Why? What's the problem?" Spike looks down and sighs. "It's about Sweetie Belle. I can't help but have feelings for her, every time I see her I just get all...."

"Queazy?" The pony smirks. "Well then, I know how to fix this." He pauses to think.

          "I got it!" Crash's thought bubble seemed to preform a backflip. "You like writing letters, right? That's what shy was telling me." Spike nods. "Well, I only do it whenever Twilight has a letter to send. Never really do any writings of my own..."

Just then, before any of them could keep the conversation going, Crashie quickly glances at the clock. "Only 5 minutes left!?" The pegasus runs down the stairs. "Sorry spike! Maybe some other time!?"

"But. This is the only time I can..."

"Just write how you feel! Works out for me just fine!" He rushes out the door.