Hands

It was a normal day in Ponyville, mind the cloud cover. Spike was going to get groceries when he noticed Lyra was watching him, almost creepily. As soon as Spike looked Lyra in the eyes, she looked elsewhere. This didn't exactly concern Spike, but it made him worry a little.

About thirty-five minutes after the strange encounter with Lyra, Spike was walking home with the groceries. Lyra was on the same bench, in the same position. It was as if she hadn't moved at all. Because she hadn't. Spike looked at her, but this time Lyra didn't look away. Now Spike was concerned. Neither of them said a word. Spike walked into Golden Oaks Library, set down the groceries, and looked out the window. Lyra was still there.

It was now dark outside. Twilight was reading and Spike was making dinner when they both heard a knock at the door. Spike continued his cooking as Twilight got up to answer it. She opened the door and there stood...Lyra. Spike wasn't aware of this, as he was in the kitchen. Lyra had a welcoming yet almost disturbing smile on her face.

"Hello, Lyra." Twilight greeted Lyra

"Hi, Twilight. Spike home?"

"Yes, he is. Hold on. Spiiike! We have a guest!" Twilight called.

"Coming!" Spike called back. The grin on Lyra's face grew wider. Spikes stomach twisted as he saw who was at the doorway. "Hey, L-Lyra..." Spike said nervously.

"Hi Spike!" Lyra greeted. "I wanna ask ya something. Wanna come over my place tomorrow for lunch? Bon Bon says I make the best Hay Cakes."

"Aww, isn't that nice, Spike?" Twilight said. Spike, stunned, had many thoughts rushing through his mind. Should I go? What if I say no? Why was she so creepy earlier?

"Uhhh...Sure, Lyra. That sounds nice. What time?" Spike stammered.

"3 PM, sharp. Don't be late!" Lyra giggled, as she walked out of the library.