I Found A Pinkie At A Party

I walked back downstairs to find Rarity and see if I could get some answers to this confusing, yet interesting, conundrum.

I found her still talking with her friends at the booth they were at when I came in. I quickly assessed the situation that was happening:

Rarity was sitting on the edge of the booth, with a purple-haired and skinned girl in a button-up blouse to her right. I quickly recognized her as Twilight Sparkle, the smartest at school. I've had help from her a few times, albeit with few words from me. To her left was a rainbow-haired girl in a white shirt and small blue sports shirt, recognized as that girl Rainbow Dash who (somehow) is the captain of every team at Canterlot High. Next to her was the cafeteria lady's farmer daughter, Applejack, with her Stetson on like usual.  To her left was a yellow-skinned girl with long, pink hair and a sleeveless white top. She didn't look bad, I thought. Probably wouldn't say a word to a guy like me.

The sight of the yellow girl was nothing in the next second of observation when I saw who was next to her. Next to her was the very pink-skinned and cotton-candy-hair girl who I just met minutes ago and was ecstatic about. She was, rather unsurprisingly, smiling and talking with her friends with a cheery energy. Boy, was she adorable.

I recognized she was eating something while talking. With wide eyes, I realized what they were: they were the salted peanuts I brought to the party! I was kinda in miffed mode, but was mostly in shock mode. She likes those, too? This girl is all sorts of surprises.

That aside, I was met with a problem. I couldn't talk to Rarity about my problem with Pinkie and her other friends around her. So, stealthily, I crept to the empty table nearest them. Then, I scribbled on a piece of paper "need help, Rarity." Then, to get Rarity's attention, I took a nearby crumb and threw it at her.

It landed on her forehead, making her wince slightly. She took out a mirror and looked at her face, and gasped at the crumb. If anyone was going to freak out about a crumb on a forehead, it was detail-picky Rarity. That much I knew.

She looked in the direction of the crumb, and I got her attention, showing her the paper from afar. She read it with her eyes, then with a confused look, talked to her friends for a quick moment (I think I lip-read "See you later'), and walked to my table.

"Hello, Artie!" She said, an awkward smile on her face. "I thought I saw you on the way in. What is it?"

With a sigh, I said, "I-i.. I needed to ask you something."

She held a hand up. "Sorry to disappoint you, but I already have a boyfriend. His name's Thunderlane. He's a nice boy, he is. Besides, no offense, but i have no interest in-"

"No, no," i said, waving my sweaty hands to cut her off, "..your f-f-friend."

Rarity looked back to her friends. "Well, you're going to have to be more specific, Artie. I'm not a mind reader."

I pointed to Pinkie. She looked and understood. "Oh, Pinkie! Yeah, what a magnificent party she's thrown. Such darling decorations! What about her? Did they need more punch at the concession table?"

"Sh-sh-she invited me..I w-w-want to know why."

Rarity looked at me as if I just asked her why water was cold. "Why, she invited everyone in our class. Didn't you read the lovely invite on Facebook?" She reached into her pocket and pulled out a printed-out copy of the invite from Facebook. "See? 'To celebrate our finally coming to high school?' That means she invited all us new freshman. You are a freshman, aren't you?"

I nodded.

"Well, that's why you were invited, then!"

I felt disappointed. I thought she might have invited me because i was special, somehow. Guess not. Figures.

"Thanks for helping, then," i said, sulking slowly into the booth.

"You're..welcome, I guess." She said, with sympathy on her face. She got up and started walking towards the concessions, then stopped.

She turned around and said, "Just so you know, she's single, if that's what you were thinking, and I can help with that. Just in case you wanted to..you know, talk to her." With that, she walked to the food table where the other fashionistas were hanging out.

I watched her talk to them for a minute or two, silently appreciating the offer, then up and all decided to sulk more into the empty booth.