Pinkie Pie knocks on the great wooden library’s door and waits for the librarian to answer.
“Hey Twilight. Is this a bad time? Is it too early?” Pinkie asks with a soft frown.
“No, not at all!” Twilight smiles. “Well, it is pretty late, but I’m still up so I guess I don’t mind.” Twilight laughs, before noticing and returning her friend’s frown. “Why are you up so early?”
“Well this isn’t that much earlier than when I wake up for work anyway!” Pinkie chirps, leaning in a little. “So it’s not a big deal, really…” she murmurs.
“Don’t bakers get up for work at, like, five?” Twilight asks, glancing to the clock behind her.
“Half-four, actually!” Pinkie nods. “Why?”
“Pinkie, it’s two in the morning. You should be asleep, shouldn’t you?”
“Well shouldn’t you, too?” Pinkie pouts. “Don’t worry about it!” Pinkie shuffles a small way towards her unicorn friend with a smile. “But anyway, I wanted to talk with you,” she admits, her smile dropping quickly.
“Oh, well sure, I guess! Come inside.” Twilight steps aside, letting the pink pony into her home before flicking the door closed behind her. Twilight follows her friend through to the back of the library and up the staircase to the “home” part of the building.
“So, Pinkie, why exactly are you awake this early?” the unicorn asks, taking charge and leading Pinkie through to the kitchen.
“I just woke up super-early this morning,” the pink mare grins, her back leg touching the kitchen door. “Do you want this door closing?”
Twilight nods, watching Pinkie kick the door carefully shut. “Do you want anything from the kettle?” she offers, floating it over to the tap.
“Oh, sure!” the fluffy pony nods, her mane bouncing pleasantly, while she climbs up on a little stool stood beside a table.
“And what would you like?” Twilight asks, putting the kettle onto the stove and igniting the flame with her horn.
Pinkie smirks to herself, briefly considering one or two easy jokes she could say. “”I’ll have some tea,” she settles on. “Not green tea, the normal kind,” the mare clarifies. “Hey, what kind of tea is the normal tea, anyway?” Pinkie asks after a pause.
“You’re thinking of what’s known as Breakfast Tea, which is a common type of black tea,” Twilight explains. “The kind made to go with milk and sugar, right?” she asks, opening up the fridge and levitating out the milk bottle. “Speaking of, how do you take it?” the purple pony asks, turning to face her morning visitor.
Pinkie waggles her eyebrows at Twilight with a grin, biting her bottom lip a little. Twilight giggles and looks away briefly. “Come on, Pinkie!” she laughs. “How would you like your tea?”
“Extra milk and four sugars,” the sweet mare smiles.
Twilight smirks, rolling her eyes and fetching the sugar. “I can’t say I’m surprised,” the librarian comments, preparing the drinks. “What do you do with coffee? Or do I not want to know?” she teases.
Pinkie shakes her mane with a smile. “Actually, I don’t like coffee! Too bitter.”
“Well, that’s probably for the best,” Twilight giggles, floating her friend’s cup towards her and following it over, sitting down opposite Pinkie and setting down her own coffee besides herself.
A pause begins to grow on the conversation. Pinkie picks her tea up in her hooves and gently blows on it, then inhales the warmth slowly through her nose. Twilight watches this, waiting for the bouncy mare to do something bouncy. Pinkie closes her eyes and repeats her quiet breathing exercise, before taking a small sip of the sugary drink.
“Pinkie? Why did you decide to visit me at two in the morning?” Twilight finally asks. Or was it that she was asking yet again?
The pink pony opens her eyes to the question. “Well, it’s because I wanted to see you!” she answers enthusiastically. “As in, I wanted to ask you something,” she hastily adds.
“Okay, what did you want to ask me?” Twilight sips from her mug, watching her wordy friend struggle to form her next sentence.
“Well… Let’s see, now…” Pinkie mumbles to her drink. She takes something of a deep breath and sets the mug down. “Twilight, have you ever dealt with love?”
“Oh! So that’s what this is about!” the unicorn grins. “I’m afraid not, though. You picked the wrong girl to ask about romance, really.”
“Well then, have you ever had a crush on someone?” Pinkie asks almost desperately.
“Well, sure I have… I think most ponies have at some point,” Twilight nods with a straight face.
Pinkie smiles mischieviously. “Who’s the lucky pony?”
The purple mare blushes softly. “Well not any more, obviously…” she clarifies, leaning in and softening her voice. “...But I used to have the biggest crush on Cadance, back when she was my foalsitter…”
Pinkie giggles. “Aww, that’s so sweet!”
Twilight smirks. “Actually, It’s kind-of embarrassing.”
“No, it’s cute, it’s so cute!” the chirpy pony insists, waving a hoof at her sheepish friend. “I guess your brother beat you to it, huh?” she grins teasingly.
The purple pony laughs. “Something like that! I mean; I was young, and Shining Armour’s the same age as her, and besides that I don’t think she’s into mares anyway, so it’s not like it was ever happening. I figured that out and got over it pretty quickly,” she smiles, trying her best to demonstrate the fact that she definitely was over it, and it was true. She sips her coffee, feeling guilty about a crime she didn’t commit, and sets her mug down to see Pinkie giving her a suspicious look. “What? It’s true!” she insists with a purple pout.
“You know, for such a smart science pony, you’re pretty silly when you get flustered!” Pinkie giggles, drinking her tea and leaving Twilight to feel blushing embarrassment.
“Anyway, Pinkie,” Twilight pouts, pushing the conversation back on track and putting herself back on the dominant side of it. “What makes you ask me that?”
“Oh, er, right! Well…” the fluffy mare begins with some hesitation.
“I assume you’ve got a crush on someone, and you came asking for advice on what to do, right?”
“Ah, right!” Pinkie replies with a few nods, bouncing her hair cutely, her big blue eyes waiting for the unicorn to continue.
“Well, the most generic advice I could give you is for you to tell them, right?” Twilight begins.
Pinkie Pie frowns, nodding again. “Of course, but still…”
“So there’s something stopping you from telling them, then?”
A pause starts to grow. “...I guess not, but still… I guess I’m just nervous.”
Twilight smirks to her bubbly pink friend. “Since when is Pinkie Pie nervous about dealing with ponies?” she gently teases.
Pinkie sips from her tea, and then continues to stare at it for a few moments. She looks up at the unicorn with a small smile. “You know, Twilight, when you’re right, you’re right,” the baker grins. “And you’re right!” she giggles, gulping the rest of her sugary sweet drink.
“Exactly! Anypony would be lucky to have you!” Twilight insists.
Pinkie’s eyes light up. “You really think so~?” she gasps, blushing sweetly through her glowing smile.
“Absolutely!” the purple mare smiles back.
“Then there’s absolutely nothing to be afraid of!” the pink mare declares with confidence.
“So are you going to tell them in the morning?” Twilight asks, making a mental note that technically it already was morning.
“Yeah!” Pinkie squeaks, bouncing off of her chair and hurrying over to her very magical friend, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Thank you so much, Twilight! I’m so glad you’re so smart!”
“Well, I don’t know if I did anything too clever,” Twilight mumbles, hugging back. “But thank you!”
Pinkie takes a slow, deep breath, still holding her close friend closely. “Twilight, I really like you, and so I thought you should know… I’ve had a crush on you for a while now.”
Author's Note
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!![["DECADE'S-WORTH-OF-HINDSIGHT" AUTHOR'S NOTE]]!!
Hi there everybody, 10-years-later UrsaMinor here. On a freak-accident-type of coincidental whim, I have ended up deciding that Chapter 2 actively makes the story much worse than if it had just ended right here, so I've done future generations a big favor and cut it. As it turns out, introducing a chapter consisting mostly of forced, clumsy, melodramatic conflict and then neglecting to provide a resolutory third chapter makes for really flaccid storytelling. The whole thing feels way better this way, trust me. Enjoy this shy, quiet story about simple confession, written by a sad teen in a lonely place.
...Imagine somebody actually reading this all these years later, and actually having any sort of recollection of what I'm talking about right here. That'd be totally wild!!!
