A Sweet Date with Button

Button woke up extra early the day of the date, hoping to make himself be the best ever by getting ready and getting there early.

He got up and examined his usual wear. T-shirts and jeans and shorts just wouldn't cut it for today. The clothing of choice today would have to be better.

Button went deeper into his closet, hoping that the quality of clothing would increase with every inch into it. In it, he managed to find a good pair of light khakis that his father got from Australia at some point in his time that he spent away from his family. He tried them on. The legs outgrew his legs by a foot. Thinking, Button rolled them up. They were good enough.

In the same closet, Button Mash also happened to find a small button-up shirt. Nothing too special, just a short-sleeved red button-up that Button had to wear to special events when he was younger. He put it on and tried to button it up, but the buttons just couldn't get close enough. It had been a while since he had worn it.

Button looked at himself with it and the khaki pants on in his bathroom, pondering what to do. Then, in his reflection, he also saw the shirts he piled up searching in the closet. One stood out in particular. Like the red shirt, nothing special. Just a plain white T-shirt.

Button went to the pile and grabbed the shirt, pulled off the red button-up, put on the T-shirt, and put the red one back on. He looked at himself in the mirror again. Perfect.

The only thing left was the head. He looked at the whirligig hat that he wore since childhood. All colorful and childish and...what was the best description? Not the best.

Button, slowly, took off the hat and looked at it and his hair. All hat-hair, having been stuffed under the spinning top for years. Well, that's gonna change today. For Sweetie Belle.

Button threw his spinhat on the bed, and went to his mom's closet. There, he found one of the only remnants of his father. A brown dusty beret hat. Good enough to complete the look.

Button went back to his bathroom mirror and put on the hat. The best look of all. Button smiled at his new fashion achievement. It wasn't toe-tapping gorgeous, but it will do.

The next thing to do: get the money for the date.

That was definitely not gonna be a problem. Button was trying all his best to help out and do chores around the house, along with around his house. He had washed dishes dozens of times, and raked the yards of several houses to get a bunch of money for his chance to impress.

Button opened up his sock drawer. In it, along with his socks and undies, were two boxes. One was a big box of savings, which he saved for something big. Button would've used this, but felt it wasn't enough. Besides, he wanted to save it for something even awesomer. A huge flat screen for his room kept floating in his head for the past while everytime he looked inside it.

So Button put that box aside and picked up the other box. This was the box of date money he had saved up from the neighbors he helped and his mom, who was very generous and helpful in his quest for moolah. Hope this is enough. Button got out his wallet, and stashed all the money inside it. Then, to make sure he wasn't robbed of it by sudden muggers, he put it in a hidden compartment in his backpack for safekeeping, along with deodorant, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a brush and comb. Button hoped to keep clean the whole date, so he didn't take any chances not taking all this stuff.

Good, he thought. All ready to go. He just about walked out of his room, ready with what he had, but then stopped. He glanced at his hat atop his bed. Button looked at it for a minute, saddened, then, with quick thinking, stashed it into his backpack.

Perhaps he couldn't wear it, but there was nothing wrong with keeping it around.

Button was at the entrance to the mall, having waited for a solid hour for his date, having started sweating from worry. He wondered when Sweetie was going to show up. He hugged his backpack tight, as if it was a stress doll.

He than began to wonder if he was being the best he could be. After all, he had his thoughts about the outfit, along with the combing he endured for fifteen minutes before leaving. Will it go ok? Will Sweetie like me? Will she like what I did? I don't know! Will she think instead i'm a weirdo who wears weird clothing? *I don't know!***

Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw movement. The bushes nearby crackled and moved, like when someone jumps into them. Button stared, suspiciously, then, curious, he walked over to the bushes and looked behind.

"Boo!"

Scootaloo and Apple Bloom immediately jumped out of the bushes, scaring Button right off his feet. His butt hit the ground hard, leaving him spurting out a hurt whine.

Slowly getting up, Button looked at Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, discovering they both wore tight ninja outfits. He tried looking at their eyes, which were the only things showing, so as to not be a creep.

"Wh-wh-what are y-you guys doing here?! Trying to play a prank on me or something?!"

Scootaloo took off her mask. "What? Heck no, dude! Just a little, uh...spying, that's all."

Apple Bloom followed suit with the mask. "Yeah, on you two, that is." Scootaloo rammed her arm with her elbow, causing Apple Bloom to wince and reply in pain.

"WHAT?! Spying on us?!?!" Button looked at himself, and took off his hat. "Wh-what do you mean? Why?"

"Well," Scootaloo replied, "Sweetie is our best friend-"

"-and given this here's her first date, we thought we'd keep watch!" Apple Bloom interrupted with.

"To make sure nothing goes wrong with it!" Scootaloo then walked to Button's side, with a guilty smile. "Plus, I hate to lay on the truth to you, but to me"-Scootaloo looked Button over once-"you don't like someone who's 'romance-savvy.'"

"W-well, to tell you the truth, i'm not," Button admitted, putting his hat back on, "so I-i'm going to try my best to make this date good!"

"I admire the spunk, Button," Scootaloo said, pulling out some paper and writing something down," but you won't be able to do that alone." She handed Button the slip of paper. "Use this for when you need us for anything."

With that, Scootaloo and Apple Bloom put their masks back on, and jumped back into the bushes. Button ran back to the bush, trying to say something, but only found grass and leaves behind the bush.

How did they do that?

Before Button could contemplate that thought any more, he saw a white sedan pulling up into the parking lot and stopping near him. He had seen this car before. This was Sweetie Belle's sister's car!

And where there was Sweetie Belle's sister, Button thought, there was...

Pretty.

Just...amazing.

This thought was all Button could think as his date stepped out of her sibling's car. She stepped out in well-polished black casual high heels. Her ruby-red dress whooshed as she closed the door to her sister's car. She adjusted her dress and the light purple jacket she wore over it, looking rather embarrassed or awkward. One of her eyes were hidden by her shining curly locks, to help prove this feeling.

"Uh, sorry if this is a bit too much," Sweetie said, her face a light red. She pointed her head to the car. "My sister's a fashion designer, and when she heard I was going on a date, she just got all excited, and wanted to help."

Then, as if by cue, the front window rolled down, showing the hyped excitement on Rarity.

"Oh, why, hello, Button! I've heard a lot about you." Rarity leaned over the window, looking over Button as Scootaloo did. "You looked much different when I first saw you that other time.'

Button, having rushed back to reality, simply took off his hat and went red. "Uh, y-yeah. I, uh, changed a bit for the date."

Rarity looked him over once more, smiling. "Well, I can see you did that. Although I think you should come to me next time, so that you can get the full best look."

Button frowned. This isn't the best look?

Rarity saw the look of concern on Button's face as he looked over his outfit again. "Oh, but it does look good." She then grabbed the shoulder of Sweetie, who looked at it in surprise.

"I do know it will certainly look good next to my darling little sister!" She giggled in excitement, with Sweetie Belle blushing more as did. "My little sister, looking good for her very first daaatte!" Rarity pinched Sweetie's strawberry cheek, wiggling it as she talked, Rarity chuckling in pride and amusement. Button only mentally chuckled a little bit, given much of his mind was still fixated on Sweetie's beautiful looks.

Sweetie pulled off her sister's hands, her blood rushing even more to her face. "Rarity!"

"Oh, I'm only being excited, Sweetie." Rarity pinched her little sister's cheek one last time, before pulling her head back into her car. "Have a darling time, you two!" she said, waving as she drove away.

Button only stood there, staring. He suddenly noticed Sweetie staring right back, her having the exact same look-over look. He quickly put his hat back on, straightening himself up as best as he could.

"Well," she said, still contemplating her date's outfit, "it wasn't quite what I expected from someone like you."

Button could frown. His hat drooped, as if recognizing his sudden disappointment.

Sweetie then smiled. "But it does look good on you." Sweetie then walked right next to Button. His face immediately lit back up, his posture becoming more confident.

"We-heh-ell," Button said, trying his best to sound suave, "that's just the beginning."

Sweetie sort of giggled , amused yet somewhat confused, as Button, in his mind facepalming himself, walked with her into the mall.

Before going in, Button noticed Scootaloo and Apple Bloom, in the bush again, watching him, with criticizing looks on their faces. He looked at the slip of paper. On it was a phone number.

Button immediately memorized it, and put it back in his pocket. Given how this was going so far, he felt like he was going to need the help.