Just Do It
You turn to me and smile. Man, Sparky, I could live off that smile alone. I didn't hear what you said but I nod, grinning ear to ear.
Everything you do is so damn cute. From the way you twirl your hair when the girls tease you about your crush on Flash, to the giggle snort I get out of you when I do my crappy impression of Celestia. You are just so goddamn cute.
We lock eyes for a moment and I swear to Celestia it feels like every bone in my body is humming with excitement. Unfortunately, Pinkie draws your attention back to the group conversation and our short lived moment is over.
"So, you guys got anything special planned for Valentine's day? Maybe with a special someone?" She asks, nudging me.
I roll my eyes. While they all tease you about your crush on Flash, they tease me about my crush on you. In front of you. Indirectly, at least. And while it's nice to have friends who friendly remind me of my romantic feelings, they were getting dangerously close to revealing them without me even having to say anything. And I want to be the one to let you know just how much I care about you because I don't think they could ever word it right.
You shuffle uncomfortably, and look down at the ground. Something I notice that you do when you want to say something, but can't really find a clean and intelligent way to do it. I can't read your mind, but I know something is bothering you. You almost seem...nervous. Uncomfortable.
It goes undetected by everyone but me, because the conversation continues.
Dash makes a gagging sound. "Yeah, no thanks! Today I want to stay away from the mushy gushy stuff as much as possible!"
Applejack rolls her eyes. "So I guess it's just you and your hand tonight?" She says, wiggling her eyebrows.
Pinkie snorts so hard milk starts coming out of her nose, and you can't help but laugh. God, even your laugh is adorable.
"Pinkie!" Rarity whines, wiping off her shirt. "Honestly!"
Pinkie snorts again. "I'm, I'm sorry, but that, that was so funny!" She falls over out of her seat onto the floor, her laughter becoming even louder.
Applejack turns to you. "So, Twilight. Do you have anything planned?"
And my heart stops. Because I know that your crush on Flash is serious, and that I'll probably never have a chance with you. I start stabbing at my salad in disappointment until I hear your response.
"Uh, no, actually."
My head snaps up. My heart starts racing again and I feel numb all over. I know this is such a false hope because I know you'll say right after that that you're gonna ask Flash to be your valentine immediately after lunch.
But you don't. Instead, you say: "I was actually thinking of not bothering with Valentine's day. It's not like anyone wants to ask me anyway."
My eyes bulge. Are you kidding me?! I would ask you in a split second if I could! Oh Twilight if only you knew the person who loves you most is sitting right across from you! You look crestfallen, and I just want to cheer you up in any way possible.
I reach over the table and take your hand in mine. You look up and give me a small smile, one that is a front for the sadness behind it. I smile back, hoping my genuine one would authenticate your own.
It doesn't.
The bell rings and we all stand up. You throw your tray away and shuffle behind the girls as I stand frozen in place. I can't let you go on feeling this way...it's not fair to you. You need to know. I roll my shoulders. Time for me to be a big girl. I stomp up to you and tap you on the shoulder.
You turn around to face me with the saddest look I've ever seen. And it breaks my heart. I take a deep breath. "Twilight...there's something I-"
"Ya'll better hurry up! Mrs. Cheerilee is gonna lock ya'll out if yer late!" Applejack calls from somewhere down the hallway.
I know how much you hate being tardy so I stop myself. I frown, but compose myself. "Nevermind, it's nothing. Let's just head to class." I turn around and start walking to class. I don't hear your footsteps behind me so I assume you're just standing there confused.
I don't blame you. I'm not the best at explaining my feelings. Especially since I'm still so new to the whole friendship thing. I fight the urge to let out a dry laugh.
Friendship. Celestia knows that's the last thing I want from you. I want something more, something that would stop the aching in my chest every time you blush when someone says Flash's name or the pang of hurt when I see you look so sad and lonely and all I want to do is make you feel better. But I can’t. I can’t because I’m a scared wimp who would rather watch you go through pain than risk rejection.
I hear you running to catch up with me. I slow down, so that you can walk with me. You haven’t said a word to me all day. It’s weird. Even when you don’t talk much, you say a lot. I love that about you. You’re so expressive without even opening your mouth.
You give me a worried look. And again, I don’t blame you. I got cut off and didn’t finish what I was going to say. Thing is, do I really wanna say what I want to say? Do I really want to put my heart on my sleeve and tell you how much I love you, how much I want you to be my girlfriend? I stare into your violet eyes for a moment and shake my head. No, I don’t. Because if I do, I know the answer I’ll get will hurt worse than if I hadn’t said anything at all.
“Sunset?”
I look up into your eyes again. God, the stern look you have on your face is so adorable. You try to look so assertive and authoritative because you’re a princess and all that but you look like a child trying on her mother’s dresses. “Yes?” I answer.
“What were you going to tell me?” You stare at me curiously.
My face pales. All I can hear is the hum of the fluorescent lights above our heads. Somewhere in the distance a locker slams shut. We’re alone, I realize this, making a chill run up my spine. It was now or never. I ball my fists. I choose never. Because I don’t want to get hurt. I don’t want our friendship to become weird or for us to drift apart. The last thing I want to do is lose you, Sparky. If I ever lost you...I don’t know what I would do.
But I see the curiosity in your eyes. And I know if I don’t say anything, you’ll think I’m hiding something from you and feel like you aren’t much of a friend because I don’t tell you anything. And then I’d have to watch you be hurt. But it would be a hundred times worse for me because then I would know I was the cause of it. I open my mouth, and shut it like a fish.
“You were awfully quiet at the table too...speaking of which, do you....have anyone you’re doing something with for Valentine’s day?” Your eyes down cast again. I feel my heart skip because I know you’re nervous. It probably took everything you had to ask me that. And I might sound selfish for saying this but it made me feel like I’m special to you. Like you do see me differently than the others. You don’t see me as Sunset Shimmer, Canterlot High’s former resident bad girl, you see me as Sunset Shimmer, your best friend, or, possibly something more.
I shake my head. “Nah...It’s been a while since I uh, did anything for Valentine’s day,” You nod. I can see the gears turning in your head. What are you planning?
“Why not? You must have boys begging you to go out with them.” You say, looking away from me.
I stare at you in wonder. Honestly! Why on earth would you think that?! Even if I did have boys lining up for me, I wouldn’t give two shits about them because the only person I’m interested in is you! “W-Why not?!” I stutter. Smooth. All I managed to do was repeat what you said in a strangled voice.
“Yeah...because you’re pretty, and funny, and you’ve got the whole bad girl thing going on. You must have guys on a waiting list or something.” You look even sadder.
I bite my lip, contemplating my options. I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to make myself seem unattainable to you more than I do now. I want to nip this in the bud and squash whatever ideas you have about me being taken or wanted by someone else. But I also don’t want to intimidate you. You are worth more than anything any boy could give me and I want to let you know that. “I don’t,” I say simply after a beat of silence. You look up at me in confusion. “I don’t know what gave you that idea but I don’t have guys lining up for me or waiting at my door. Especially not after the whole she-demon thing,” I fold my arms. “No guy has even said a word to me since me and Flash broke up.”
You relax. I can see you physically unwind, and you give me a small smile. “Good. That’s great.”
Why is that great? Are you trying to tell me something? And if so, what? I realize we’ve been standing here for ten minutes now, and that Ms. Cheerilee must’ve locked the door already. “C’mon, let’s go talk about this in private,” I tug you along by your hand in the direction of the library while trying not to let my blush develop.
We quietly head up to the second floor of the library, trying not to draw attention to ourselves or get caught. I drag you all the way to the back where no one can hear us or see us. “I’m impressed Sparky, you’re skipping class,” I tease.
You roll your eyes. “Not like I had much of a choice.” You sit down on a stack of old books cross legged.
I sit down too. You stare at me, and I stare back. We sit there for a while, just looking into each others eyes, neither of us speaking at all. It’s actually kind of nice. We haven’t had a moment to ourselves like this since the one in Pinkie’s kitchen. I actually believe that was the moment I fell for you. You understood me more than anyone else. Even more than the girls. You were the one who gave me a second chance and I don’t think I’ll ever be able to repay you for that.
You sigh. “Sunset, I- Um...” You pause. My heart starts pounding so hard I can feel it in my head. Could this be it? Could you be confessing your feelings to me? I know it’s such a stretch but all I want is for you to tell me that you love me just as much as I love you! You start to twirl a strand of purple hair around your finger and your lavender cheeks glow with a slight blush. “I have to tell you something.” You finish in a small voice.
My throat goes dry and I try to swallow. I can’t think of a coherent response so I just nod. My stomach is doing somersaults and I can't seem to stop staring at your collarbone as you push your hair over your shoulder. My hands start clamming up and I rub them on the harsh carpet beneath us to get rid of some of the sweat. I can feel you staring at me, so I try my best not to look as nervous as I am.
“I...” You try again. But you can’t seem to get the words out. God, do I know how that feels. Having the words all thought up, written out in your mind, all planned out, and then when it’s time to say it, choke on the very thing you want to say out loud. You play with the necktie on your shirt, revealing more of your neck to me.
I swallow.
Hard.
“I...I...” You look worried, as if once I register that you can’t say it, I’ll get upset and yell at you to spit it out. No, the old me would have done that, but the new me would never do such a thing. Take your time, Twilight. I’ve got all the time in the world when it comes to you and I’m not going to just abandon you. Not when what you want to say seems so important.
“I want you to be my valentine!” You blurt, then cover your mouth when you realize just how loud you were. You stare at me wide eyed, your face full of surprise, fear, and excitement all in one go.
My expression mirrors yours, and at this point I think my heart might beat right out of my chest. Me! You want me to be your valentine! I would get up and dance if I wasn’t internally screaming. Say something you idiot!
“I...I’m...oh my god..” Is all I can manage. And then I see your face fall. I quickly recover. “No, no, it isn’t what you think,” I explain. Your expression perks up. “I’m shocked, Twi. I’m so very shocked and I honestly don’t know what to say. Because...” I pause. You look at me expectantly. This is it. This was the moment. This is the moment that would make or break me, you, and our entire relationship. This was the true now or never.
“Because you thought I was going to ask Flash?” You finish for me, and I kind of deflate. I pumped myself up for nothing. I was so close. You let out a long sigh. “I was, but then I got to thinking.” You shift closer to me and my heart feels like it’s running the Kentucky Derby. I look into your eyes, and I notice there’s something different about them. They look happy. Almost, mischievous.
“I’m closer to you than him, I spend more time with you, and most importantly...” You hesitate before pulling at my shirt, our faces now mere inches apart. Holy sweet Celestia! I can’t tell if I’m in heaven or hell because of this heat! “I like you more.”
And then your lips meet mines, and I let out a girlish squeak. You giggle, but continue to kiss me. Alright Sparky, points for having the guts enough to make a move on me. But now it’s my turn to confess something. I pull away, wiping off the saliva on my now swollen lips, heart beating like a jackhammer. “Wait, wait, before we do anything else, I have to tell you something,” I take both your hands in mine and you give me a confused look.
I take a deep breath and close my eyes for a moment before reopening them. I look at you. I look at your beautiful, dorky, amazing face and I let it all out. “Twilight Sparkle, I have been in love with you since that sleepover at Pinkie’s. I’ve been dying to tell you, but I’ve chickened out so many times and I would have told you sooner but you had a crush on Flash and I didn’t want to-” You shut me up by pressing our lips together again.
You pull away, smiling. “I know.”
“You know?!” I blurt, though it comes out as some what of a harsh whisper. You knew! You knew this entire time and you chose to let me sit here and have an angsty inner battle with myself over whether I should tell you or not! You are such a troll! I should be angry with you, but I can’t! You just kissed me and I feel like I’m on top of the world!
It seems like you can tell what I’m thinking, because you smirk. “I was waiting for you to tell me yourself. I wasn’t going to force it out of you.” You pull me closer by the nape of my neck. “Sunset, I don’t just want you to be my valentine, I want you to be my girlfriend. I was as nervous in asking as you were in confessing to me.”
I’m speechless. Utterly, completely, and inexplicably speechless. “I....Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Sparky.” I say, matching your smirk. You kiss me again and I hum happily. “Just, one thing.”
You arch a brow. “Oh? What's that?”
“You have to say the three magic words or else I won’t let you kiss me again,” I fold my arms smugly. I expect you to whine, to say that what I want is “unfair” or “immature”. But you don’t. Instead, you pounce on me, effectively pinning me to the floor. For a nerd with no upper or lower body strength you have one hell of a grip. I try to wriggle free but fail.
You straddle me before I hear the three words that makes me see stars. “I love you.” And with that, we melted into each other, not caring what the future had in store for us.
Author's Note
Wanted to write something for Valentine's day. Thought I'd put it up today since I'm busy this Saturday. The title of this story comes from the name of a Victorious song. (Yes, I used to watch that show.) Also Fun Fact: What Applejack said in the beginning is a lyric from a P!nk song called U+Ur Hand. Literally. Hope you guys liked this, it was my first time writing from a perspective like this. It was kind of inspired by a AppleDash fic called "Just Quit Yer Fussin' and Snuggle Up, Sugarcube!". Great story. Anyway, Happy (early) Valentine's day! 
