Three Little Words

The next day Twilight awoke earlier than her friends and, not wanting to bother them, left Pinkie's room quietly. She glanced back at her friends as she walked out the door, and her eyes lingered on Sunset's sleeping form for a moment before she shut the door behind her.

I'm in over my head here. Never having been one for romance, Twilight found herself ill-prepared for the anxiety mess that was confessing her love. She found herself filled with doubt and fear at the possibility of not only rejection, but disgust or even hate. She knew she was being dramatic and extrapolating, but it was in her nature to do so. She just couldn't help it.

She walked down the hall slowly and quietly, not wanting to wake the girls or Maud. Or boulder. What?

Shaking off her scattered thoughts Twilight tip-toed downstairs and found her way to the living room, using the early-morning light streaming through the windows to guide her. After poking around for a bit she managed to find a note-pad and a few pens, all of which were various shades of pink, and sat on the love seat. She pulled her legs up to her chest and set the pad on them, getting ready to write.

Pen in mouth, Twilight set forth to writing down the information she had so far collected from her friends and through various movies and internet 'memes'. Awkwardly, she began to write, being unused to the small muzzle and large tongue that humans had. Although she had begun writing with her hands, Sunset had told her it took a few months to perfect hand writing. And seeing Sunset's neat and flowing penmanship, Twilight realized it would be a long time before she was up to that level.

So far I have noted that human culture is vastly different from that of pony culture. Of course this is a generalization of the word culture, but going too in depth comparing and contrasting the differences of every individual culture and collection would be simply too much to do in such a short period of time.

Or, at least, this is what Twilight would have written if she had been able to. She gazed down at the scribbles and scratches on the paper that almost made sense when put together, and sighed. This wasn't going to work.

"Need some help?" She nearly swallowed the pen at Sunset's question, having not heard the girl walk up to her.

"Oh! Sunset! Are the others awake?" Twilight took the pen out of her mouth and watched the other girl sit down next to her.

"No, and I doubt they will be until much later. Usually the all-nighters mean they wake up after noon."

Twilight glanced at the clock. Eight. That was four hours before the other were awake. Now was her chance...

"What about Maud?" Twilight asked hesitantly. This could be her chance to have Sunset alone. The only question was if she had enough courage.

"She'll be leaving for work soon. She works at the Pennyville museum and has to take the train."

"Oh. Hey, why do you suppose Canterlot's name stayed the same, but the other cities changed?" Chicken.

"I dunno, honestly," Sunset leaned back onto the cushion and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "I know in this world it's called Canterlot because a battle was fought near here, and the victorious army rode horses into battle, and the opposing one was solely on foot. That's what that statue in front of the school is for; it's a kind of... memorial thing?"

"I didn't know that." Twilight blinked, "That could be useful." She turned back to the pad she had been attempting to write on, and pulled a face.

"Lemme see that." Sunset giggled as she gently took the pen and pad from her friend, "You just say what you want me to write."

"O-okay." Twilight smiled, flattered by her friend's offer. She recapped what she had been trying to write moments before and, when she and Sunset got into a rhythm, she continued with her observations.

Occasionally Sunset would give her opinion or a bit of insight, and would write it in the margins for Twilight to take into account later. Occasionally Twilight would drift off into a thought or would tell Sunset to go 'off the record' and in these times Sunset would find herself doodling in the margins of the paper, absently smiling at the other girl's antics.

Twilight noticed, but wan't quite ready to comment on it.

"I think that's good for now." Twilight sighed a few hours later. Sunset practically threw the pen and stretched out on the couch while dramatically throwing her arm over her face.

"Finally!" Sunset put her legs on Twilight's lap and stretched out as she cradled her writing hand, "And Spike does this every day?"

"Yeah, the poor guy." They giggled at the drake's misfortune.

"HEY GIRLS!" Pinkie cheered from the kitchen, "We're gonna make waffles! Maybe! Does anyone know how?!"

Twilight and Sunset shared a look before laughing again.

"To the waffles!" Sunset jumped up from the couch, ready to dash into the kitchen, but immediately regretted that decision as her vision went funky and she fell backwards--

Onto Twilight.

"S-sorry!" Sunset gasped as she found herself on Twilight's lap, both girls fighting blushes. Sunset straightened herself up and stood again, this time cautiously.

"Y-you're fine. I mean--It's no big deal--"

They stopped and stared at each other awkwardly for a moment, both girls hesitating.

"WAAAAAFFFFLES!" Pinkie's screech made both of them jump. Once again they shared a look before laughing, this time nervously.

"Evil beware," Twilight joked shyly, "We have waffles."

She practically swooned at the laugh that came from Sunset at that statement. She almost said something else when an alarm started going off.

"Is... Is that the fire alarm?" Sunset asked, dreading the answer. Twilight's face was panicked, and she knew something really bad or really stupid was about to happen.

"NOT THE WAFFLES!!"

The two shared one more look before rushing in the direction of Pinkie's dismayed scream.