Lastly, the Walk Home

by Cherry Frosting

Rating: everyone
Tags: Diamond Tiara, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic, Romance, Silver Spoon
Length: 1315

Silver Spoon gets asked out by her best friend, Diamond Tiara. Who'd have known that she had a crush on her? It's probably just a passing thing... Silver couln't handle that... Please, please be true...

A few days ago my best friend Diamond Tiara had asked me on a date while we were walking home. I had frozen for a moment out of surprise, but managed to stutter yes. She turned towards the street, so I couldn’t see her face, but she told me that she’d pick me up at three o’clock on Saturday. It was Saturday now, at two fifty-five, and I’ve been rushing around my house for hours trying to make myself as pretty as possible. Because, no matter what this date is like, I’ve loved her for ag-
-Silver Spoon

This is a Romance Request Writing as requested by Diamond Sparkle

Published 2014-12-01 05:30:01 UTC
Last updated 2014-12-01 05:30:01 UTC

Lastly, the Walk Home

Lastly, the Walk Home

I paced by the door. I’ve had at least one eye on the clock for ages. She’ll come… right? I thought. Of course she will! Diamond wouldn’t prank me like that. Get it together! My hoof ran through my braided hair. I was nervous and I knew it, but what else could I do?

A few days ago my best friend Diamond Tiara had asked me on a date while we were walking home. I had frozen for a moment out of surprise, but managed to stutter yes. She turned towards the street, so I couldn’t see her face, but she told me that she’d pick me up at three o’clock on Saturday. It was Saturday now, at two fifty-five, and I’ve been rushing around my house for hours trying to make myself as pretty as possible. Because, no matter what this date is like, I’ve loved her for ag-

Ding-dong!

“The doorbell!” I shouted. I ran to the door, straightening my necklace at the same time, and pushed it open… and tripped. My eyes closed and I curled into a ball, preparing to feel the impact.

“AHHHH!”

“Silver Spoon!” Diamond said, surprise in her voice. “Are you okay?” I blinked, saw that Diamond had caught me, and stumbled back on to my own hooves.

My cheeks were on fire, but I responded; “Um, yeah… yeah! I-I’m fine- thanks.” Diamond Tiara smiled and chuckled, causing me to turn my head the other way. “S-sorry, Tiara.”

“No-no, it’s okay,” She said. “Let’s go!” Lunging forward, Tiara grabbed my front hoof and dragged me to the sidewalk. “I got us tickets to that new movie you wanted to see!”

I immediately perked up, “Yay!” Diamond Tiara smiled.

…

“Well, that was a disappointment.” Tiara and I sat in the movie theater, staring at the screen. The movie had been a combination of terrible acting, terrible story, and terrible makeup. The credits were playing, and we saw what looked like a long list of fake names.

“Yeah, yeah it was,” I replied. “How does something have such a good trailer when the real thing sucks that much?”

“Honestly, I have no idea.” Tiara paused. “Well, that’s that! Let’s go to Sugar Cube Corner!” She grabbed my hoof and tore me out of my seat and towards the door.

“Tiara!”

“What? Come on, Silver Spoon! We have to hurry!”

I shook my head as I followed her, Why in the world do we have to hurry? Is Pinkie Pie having a party we can’t go to later? Instead of asking any of these questions, I let Diamond Tiara pull me along. First, out of the theater. Then, along the road.

Once we finally came to a stop outside of the building I was exhausted. My friend had run all the way here, and dragged me the whole way. “Next time, Tiara,” I panted, “Let’s walk.”

“Oh, uh… Sorry, Silver Spoon,” Tiara mumbled. My eyes widened, worried that I had messed up.

“N-no! No, it’s fine! Pretend I didn’t say anything!” I said.

Tiara looked the other direction, so I couldn’t see her face when she replied. “Whatever, come one. Let’s go inside.” This time, she allowed me to lead, and trailed just one step behind me.

For as long as I can remember, Sugar Cube Corner had always been the one of the busiest spots in Ponyville, and today was no different. The room was filled with other ponies laughing and talking. Most of them were just here to grab something and go though, so the tables were still open.

Tiara, regaining some of her previous confidence, walked a little bit faster and got to the register before me.

“We would like a rootbeer float, please.”

“Would that be for here or to go?” Mrs. Cake asked.

Tiara paused, and thought about it for a moment. “Here please,” She said slowly. Mrs. Cake smiled and nodded.

“Okay, go ahead and sit down. I’ll have your order brought to you soon.”

Tiara, once again, was the leader. She brought me to a secluded table in the corner of the restaurant. We sat down, and were silent for a minute. Quietly, Tiara began to speak. “So, uh, how was your morning?”

“Oh!” I stumbled through my words, “Uh, it was fine. I spent most of it getting ready...” I trailed off, feeling my cheeks beginning to heat up. Instead, I looked out of the window. It was a normal view, really nice. Suddenly, there was a flash of pink and purple towards the edge of the window. I looked at it for a moment, then shook my head and returned my gaze to my date.

Tiara was digging through her bag, and came out a few moments later with a few bits in her teeth. She set them on the table and spoke. “I have to use the little filly’s room. This should pay for our drink, I’ll be back in a moment.” Without another word, Diamond Tiara turned around and began walking to the door in the corner.

I sighed. Good job, Silver Spoon, I thought, Your embarrassment just ruined this moment. My eyes wandered back to the window for a while longer, and I began to look for the pink and yellow, if only to occupy my mind.

“Um, excuse me Silver Spoon,” I turned around quickly. Mr. Cake was in front of me, holding the rootbeer float. “This isn’t enough bits.”

I glanced at the pile for a moment, then began looking through my purse. “I’m sorry. How many more do you need?”

“Three.” I bit my lip, and pulled my head out of my bag.

“I only hab two,” I mumbled around the bits.

“That’s alright,” he said, “One bit won’t make too much of a difference.” Mr. Cake grabbed the money, left the glass, and walked away. A moment after he left, I heard a stuttering Diamond Tiara, and glanced over to the sound.

“I asked, do you love Silver Spoon?” Those words came directly out of a white, blank-flanked, pony with a pink and purple mane.

Diamond Tiara, however, was just blushing madly. She seemed to be unable to form words properly.

Scootaloo spoke up next, “Come on! Answer us!”

To say I was surprised would be an understatement, I was almost literally startled out of my seat. Diamond Tiara and I had spent weeks mercilessly taunting those two, for them to ask her if she loved me was… astonishing.

Tiara was still blushing and still stuttering. Slowly, I stood up and walked over there, totally aware of the giant blush apparent on my own cheeks. “Um… Diamond Tiara,” I started, “The rootbeer float is here… come on…” I grabbed her hoof with mine, and slowly took her back to our table.

…

Thirty minutes of near silence later, Diamond Tiara offered to walk me home. I nodded quickly. Tiara was still feeling awkward, obviously, but I was thankful for a chance to be with her longer.

The way back was almost the exact same as the last part of our date at Sugar Cube Corner: the only noises coming from the ponies around them. However, when we were about one block away from my home, Diamond Tiara spoke softly.

“I do love you, you know,” she said. The moment those words exited her lips I blushed, but I was smiling at the same time.

“Did you know I love you too?” I asked, stopping. Diamond Tiara turned to me, and I saw she was blushing as well. Slowly, I stepped forward. Tiara didn’t move. When I was right next to her, I leaned in and nuzzled her cheek.

We stayed like that for a few moments, then she mumbled a few words: “Does this mean we’re dating?”

I didn’t was to move, so I just muttered my answer: “Mhmm…”