"Alright." Spike sat himself down in a brown, fluffy recliner and brought up his tired legs. He had a bowl of gems in one hand and a small Rarity doll in the other. He gently set the two items down on his lap and placed his hands behind his head and casually leaned back with a satisfied sigh.
He loved the complete silence of the library chamber with the mix of the extremely comfortable chair. He impatiently reached a hand into the bowl and pulled out an ocean blue sapphire. Spike inspected his wobbly reflection in the gem with a childish giggle. "Ya, this is definitely a good one." His eyes shut closed as he plopped the sapphire into his mouth. He crunched down on it and the sounds of cracks and shattering filled the empty room with an echo.
Spike was alone in the castle. Twilight had talked to Spike about visiting Cadence and Shinning Armor. It was a week ago that Twilight's brother had gotten a sudden cold. He constantly told Twilight and Cadence that it was nothing and that he would be better in no time. That was clearly not true. His cold had gotten worse, to the point where he is unable to get out of his own bed. But with Twilight there Spike is certain Shinning Armor should be back on his hooves in a couple of hours.
Spike pulled out another gem randomly from the bowl. He bit half of the violet gem and held the remanding half in his claws. He gulped and his snack went down to his warm belly. He sighed in content. "Ah! Amethysts. One of my favorites, if i do say so myself." Spike was about to munch on the rest of the purple gem but there was an abrupt, loud knocking. He waited a minute as he hoped the sound was just in his head. Spike was not in the mood to be bothered, specially not now. It was his day to just lay back and enjoy his day in bliss.
The loud knocking began once again. He turned his head towards the entrance door where the three loud bangs were coming from. His eyes narrowed and he made a low growl, showing his line of sharp daggers for teeth on the side of his scaly snout.
He quickly walked over to the door with heavy slaps of his feet hitting on the wooden floor. He opened the door and on the other side was a small filly with curly splits of purple and pink in her mane and tail. Her coat white as snow and her eyes bright like two emeralds.
When Spike noticed who the little filly was his face of anger was replaced with a gracious smile. "Oh, Hi Sweetie Belle." Spike greeted her kindly. "What brings you here?"
Sweetie Belle's facial expression was different from Spike's. Her upper eyelid hanged low and her brows were almost scrunched together. In all, she looked pretty irritated. "Hi Spike. I was wondering if you had a book of random activities for me and the girls to check-out?" She said plain and simple.
Spike closed his eyes and began to rub his chin. He hummed quietly in thought. His eyes quickly shot open his eyes as he snapped his fingers. "I'm pretty sure I got a book that'll fit your needs." Spike moved away from the door, signaling for her to enter.
Sweetie Belle followed Spike through a long aisle of bookshelves, each stretching out very wide and high. Spike stopped at a shelve with the label on top saying '1'. His eyes were scanning the spines of the books. His eyes darting left and right from top row to bottom. When he had stopped his search he let out a loud "ah!". He reached in and pulled out a book. He held the red book in both his hands. The words on the cover were spelled in white text. "One-o'-One things to do with the time I have by Pony Anonymous." Spike said with a wide grin stretched across his face. "Personally, this one is one of my favorites." Spike stuck out his chest, closed his eyes, held the book in his right hand over his heart. "It showed me that there's many thing to do in life," Spike began, "It showed me that there is so much fun and interesting things to do out there. That not every day could be the same as the last. That there is always something for every-
"OK spike, I understand!" Sweetie Belle interrupted rudely. "Can you just check-out the book for me, please." Sweetie Belle said with slight aggression in her voice. Spike looked at her with wide eyes and his faced pulled back. Spike nodded his head and made his way towards the counter near the entrance.
Spike started to dig through various amounts of paper and began filling out the vacant slots. Check-out date, return date, name of book and author, name of pony who is checking-out the book, etc.
While Spike was filling out the papers, he had asked where the other two of her friends were at. Sweetie Belle had said that they were waiting for her in the tree house to bring the book so they can continue their daily crusading. She had told him that the two had made one of the three go and it would be decided on hoof wrestling. She also kindheartedly apologized to Spike for being mean earlier and said that she was mad at her friends for always making her do the difficult and laborious work and when one of them rejected to do something, it was always decided in a physical sport or activity, even though she wasn't good at physical stuff. Spike accepted her apology and just shrugged at the rest, seeing as that was Sweetie Belle's problem and that she needed to deal with it herself if she wanted the bond of friendship to strengthen between her friends and herself. Well, at least, that's what he keeps telling himself
While Spike was distracted with the tedious paper work, Sweetie Belle eventually was eyeing the doll of her elder sister in the seat. A wicked smile stretched across her face. She trotted over to the chair where the doll was, along with the bowl of gems. Her horn lit up and she levitated the plushy with the grip of her magic. She giggled at the thought of Spike owning such an item.
Spike had slammed the quill on the counter above the papers. "Done!" He said with a cheerful smile as he pushed the book to the other side of the counter towards where Sweetie Belle was previously standing. He noticed that she was gone. He looked around for a quick second and found her. His jaw fell to the ground at the sight.
She was playing with the toy he had left behind, making swooshing noises and diving it nose first like an airplane. His cheeks brightened a crimson red. "H-hey!" Spike had shouted as he swiftly leaped over the counter. Sweetie belle had seen him coming and lifted the doll higher in the air. "Give that back!" Spike demanded. Spike stretched out his claws and tried to reach for the doll. Even with his great height, he was unable to successfully retrieve the plushy.
Sweetie Belle brought it down low enough for him to reach it with a jump, but when he tried she would quickly lift it away. Sweetie Belle giggle at ever failed attempt from Spike. He jumped again for the doll but this time when he hit the floor he lost his footing and tumbled over with Sweetie Belle.
The two landed on the floor with a thud and a grunt escaping both of them. They both laid on the floor silently. Spike rubbed the back of his neck as he blinked rapidly to regain his focus. When his vision wasn't a blur he noticed the doll ahead of him, also laying on the floor. A wide smile crept on his face and he quickly crawled over to it.
He was pinned to the ground from a hoof pressing on his back. He noticed the doll being coated in a green aura as it levitated. Spike kept his eyes on the doll. He managed to get the heavy hoof off his back long enough for him to roll over. He noticed the doll hovering beside Sweetie Belle as she pressed her hoof against his chest, pinning him once again.
She continued to tease him by bringing the plushy of her sister close to Spike's face and quickly pulling it away as he tried reaching for it. She giggled in mockery. He had enough. Spike felt the rage boiling in his head. When Sweetie Belle was distracted by her own laughter, Spike made one final attempt to reach for the doll before he just laid there and wait for her to bore herself out.
Spike extended his claws. Sweetie Belle quickly noticed and pulled the doll away with a loud gasp, but Spike was not ready to admit defeat. He followed the doll with his hand. Sweetie Belle quickly hid the doll behind her. Spike had tried reaching for the plushy but instead his palm hit the bottom of her chin. The plushy hit the floor with a squeak.
They were both completely still. Spike was locked in place with fear. Sweetie Belle couldn't move from shock.
"Y-you hit me." She mumbled to herself.
"I-I didn't mean to, I swear!" Spike had said quickly and hesitantly with wide eyes.
"You... you hit me." Sweetie Belle repeated.
"I'm sorry Sweetie Belle." Spike said. "I didn't mean to."
Sweetie Belle looked down at him with colorless eyes. Her look of shock quickly turned one of rage, the same kind she had when she came in. If not, worse. She briskly lift her hoof off of Spike's chest. She mumbled to herself furiously as she stomped towards the door with her bottom lip puckered out. She closed it with a tremendous slam, as the sound echoed through the chamber.
"I-I didn't mean to." spike said in a weak whisper.
***
"How could he?" Sweetie Belle shouted while trotting in circles. Loud claps of her hooves hitting the wooden floor rang through the small wooden house. Her two friends, Apple Bloom and Scootaloo, sat down in the corner silently looking at the steamed Sweetie Belle with concerned eyes. The two constantly shot back glares at each other as they continued to watch their angry friend ramble on. "I mean, who does he think he is?" Sweetie Belle turned to her friends for an answer.
Apple Bloom took her worried eyes away from Scootaloo and turned them to Sweetie Belle. The yellow earth pony took a couple steps toward Sweetie Belle. "um, Sweetie Belle?" Apple Bloom muttered.
"What?" She shouted as she growled through her teeth.
"Do ya mind tellin' us what's wrong?" Apple bloom asked.
"What?" Sweetie Belle said, baffled by her friends lack of knowledge on the events that occurred with her and Spike. "I already told you what happened." She snapped at Apple Bloom.
"No offense, but ya just barged in talkin' nonsense about Spike."
There was a minute of silence between them. "Oh." Sweetie Belle said plainly.
Scootaloo stood up and slowly walked beside Apple Bloom. "OK, how about you start from the beginning and tell us what happened?" Said the orange pegasus.
"OK, so I went to go ask Twilight for the book you guys wanted but Spike was there. So I was like, 'Hey Spike you got a book that'll help me' and he's all like 'Ya sure'. He let me in and got me the book. When he started check-out the book I wanted, he just hit me."
"Are you sure he hit you on purpose? Maybe it was an accident?" Scootaloo asked persistently.
"Accident?" Sweetie Belle Shouted. "He didn't just hit me, He attacked me!"
"Attacked ya?" Apple bloom looked at scootaloo with a confused look, then turned to Sweetie Belle. "I don't know Sweetie, that doesn't sound like something Spike would do. Are you sure you didn't anger him or somethin'?"
"No, I did nothing wrong. I just sat there innocently and he just struck me." Sweetie Belle turned her back to her friends. "You know what I think, I think he just wanted to feel powerful. He saw that I was weak and fragile and he took advantage of that." She turned back to her friends and set her head and body low as if she were ready to pounce. "You know what he is?" She asked. The two other fillies sat still, waiting for Sweetie Belle to continue. "A Monster!"
"Wow, easy there Sweetie, now your just saying things." Apple Bloom said alarmed by Sweetie Belle's out burst
"What?" Sweetie Belle's voice cracked as she shouted. "Why are you defending him? He attacked me!"
"I'm not defending him." Apple Bloom said reluctantly. "I'm just sayin' that there's no reason for Spike to just Attack ya."
"So you're on his side?" Sweetie Belle asked hesitantly.
"Sides?" Apple Bloom said with a confused tone. "What sides? There are no sides?"
"So you're on my side?" Sweetie Belle's eyes narrowed as she leaned in closer to Apple Bloom.
Small beads of sweat ran down Apple Bloom face as time quickly passed by as Sweetie Belle's question hung in the air. Apple Bloom looked at Scootaloo and signaled her a look for some help. Now all the attention was on the orange pegasus.
"Um." Scootaloo's voice cracked. She held a hoof behind her hear and looked at the ceiling. "Oh, I think I hear Rainbow Dash calling?" The pegasus vaulted out the window with a smooth leap.
There was an uncomfortable silence between Sweetie Belle and Apple Bloom. The atmosphere was getting heavy. Apple Bloom had an an obvious fake smile with the same worried eyes darting around the room, looking for a way to escape her situation.
"O-oh." She started. "I think I hear Apple Jack callin'." The yellow filly made a break for the door. She opened it with great force as the door slammed against the wall. She quickly ran out and now it was just Sweetie Belle by herself. Alone to wallow in her own self-rage.
***
"Spike open up." The earth pony and pegasus shouted simultaneously. They both knocked on the door, with each blow to the door getting louder and louder. The door swung open fiercely. In front of the two fillies was a slender purple dragon. He rubbed his eyes lightly. One eye was covered by his hand and the other showed much more of his expression. His eye was narrowed and sharply stared at them.
"What?" He said bluntly.
"Something's terribly wrong." The orange Pegasus wing flapped violently as she leaned in close to Spike, grabbing him by the side of the face with widened eyes. "You might be in danger." She roughly pressed on his muzzle with her own. Spike gently pushed her away, his cheek burning a familiar crimson red.
"What are you talking about?" He asked with a bewildered look.
"Sweetie Belle..." Apple Bloom said with complete distress in her tone.
"O-oh." Spike said as his eyes widened and a bead of sweat ran down his face. His eyes dashed around trying to look at anything but the fillies. "W-what about here?" Spike's voice was jagged and rocky.
"She's mad, I mean really, really mad!" Apple Bloom continued.
"Oh, really? I wounder what's got her so frenzied." Spike said with a light and gentle voice, doing his very best to sound uninvolved with there problem. "Welp, I hope she really gets better soon." Spike quickly pulled himself back into the castle with the loud slam of the door.
Apple Bloom and Scootaloo shot each other worried looks. After several, unless, attempts of trying to get the purple dragon to come out, he didn't. With only defeat on their minds, the two began to trot away slowly, till the sound of hooves pounding on the earth was gone.
The door of the castle creaked open slowly. Spike looked left, right, and all around for the two fillies but not a sight of either one. He let out a sigh of relief. But before he could think of making another move, the door swung open with great force that sent him tumbling to the floor. A strong weight pressed against his chest and he could feel the air quickly leaving his body.
He tenderly massaged the back of his head with his hand, sending the pain away. He cracked open an eye and saw the orange pegasus and yellow earth pony standing on top of him with angry faces.
Spike took a quick breath of air. "What are you doing!" He shouted.
"Your going to tell us exactly what happened." Scootaloo leaned closer to his face with her look of rage and mix of focus gleamed stronger.
"I-I don't know what y-you're talking about." Spike, with the weight still on his chest, sounded as if he were choking on his own words.
"Sweetie Belle said that hit her..."
"W-what!" Spike gasped. "W-when did I e-ever do that?"
"She said you 'attacked' her when she was at the castle." Apple Bloom said, looking around the gigantic room.
"W-what!" Spike repeated himself. "I wasn't at the castle the whole day." Spike blatantly lied.
"Then where were ya." Apple Bloom leaned in, her head next to Scootaloo's.
"I-I was at," Spike took in a quick gasp of air, "Sugurcube Corners." He said quickly, with a lot of air leaving his lungs.
"And what were you doing there?" Scootaloo asked.
"Eating." Spike simply said, with the words still having trouble leaving his mouth.
Both Scootaloo and Apple Bloom looked at each other with narrowed eyes. They turned their attention back to Spike. They carefully walked off of his scaly chest. Spike took many desperate breaths of air.
"Two things are either happenin'. You're lyin' or Sweetie Belle is." Apple Bloom said with a sigh. "Which ever one, I just wanna know the truth."
Spike began to cough lightly into his hand. "I means it's obvious right. She's clearly lying."
"We don't know that." Scootaloo said, protecting Sweetie Belle. "Who knows, maybe she's telling the truth?"
"What!" Spike's voice cracked. "Why are you defending her? She's clearly lying."
"We're not defending her. Me and Scootaloo are just tryin' to get both sides of the story."
"Look into my eyes, gals," Spike pleaded. "Do you really think I'm a bad guy?" Spike said with puppy-dog eyes.
"Listen, Spike, why don't you just tell us what happened, then we'll be on our way." Scootaloo suggested.
Spike hung his head and his arms dangled on his sides. "You two aren't going to stop asking, aren't you?"
"Nope." Both fillies said simultaneously.
"Fine." Spike said quietly, with a slight irritation. "Alright, let me just start off by saying it was a complete accident." Spike said to the fillies that were know sitting down on the floor.
Apple Bloom shot and a quick glance to Scootaloo, which she quickly returned. They both looked at each other. "Told ya." Apple Bloom said before her and Scootaloo turned there attention back to Spike.
"OK, so I was checking out the book she wanted to read, like the good little assistant I am, and when I turn to her, she had something very precious to me, which I demanded she gave back." Spike let out a rough breath of air. "She never gave it back, so I took action and had to get it myself. One thing lead to another and I hit her, accidentally. I apologizes, like a billion times, and then she stormed out of the castle." Spike said looking at the ground, fiddling with his fingers and trying his best to avoid eye contact.
"See, I knew ya wouldn't just hit her for no reason." Apple Bloom turned to Scootaloo, with a now-it-all face.
"That doesn't mean I hit for a reason. It was an accident."
"Accident or not, you're gonna have to apologize." Scootaloo said, looking back at Apple Bloom with slight irritation.
"A-apologize!" Spike's eyes grew wide. "No way. You both know how mad she is. She'll brake my neck if she ever see's me again." There was a small minute of silence, in those passing seconds Spike came up with a quick idea. "You two have to apologize for me." Spike suggested.
"I don't think that'll be a good idea." Scootaloo said. " I mean, she'll be fine if it was from us, but I don't see any binding happening after its over." Scootaloo looked into Spike's eyes, and he returned her gaze. "What I'm saying is that, she's mostly mad at you and I think it would mean more to her if you apologized to her yourself."
Apple Bloom sat on the floor, looking at the orange pegasus with a raised eye brow. "Wow, that's actually pretty smart." Apple Bloom said.
"No, just reasonable." Scootaloo turned to Apple Bloom. "I mean, you remember the colt that broke Sweetie Belle's toy by accident and didn't even say a word." Apple Bloom shivered.
"W-what happened to him?" Spike asked hesitantly.
Scootaloo looked at Spike from then corner of her eyes. "Let me just say, I've never seen hooves bend that way." Scootaloo finished with a similar shiver of disgust as Apple Bloom.
Spike gulped loudly and the three stood in a triangle, in complete silence.
***
Sweetie Belle stared out her bedroom window, eyeing the castle in the heart of the town. She saw as it stuck out like a sore thumb compared to everything else. The two tone of blue and violet crystals made it look majestic as it shined in the sun.
With the presence of awe for the castle, there was also rage. Not rage for the castle, but rage for what lived inside. Sweetie Belle felt the heat boiling in her head. Just thinking of him made her furious.
She couldn't admit it but there was some other hatred that wasn't targeted completely at Spike. There was something more that bothered her than the fact that Spike hit her. She disliked the unpleasant rumors that spread around her school and between her friends. Others saw her as the weakest in school, not because she's a filly, which most of the colts thought, but because she was sisters with the most over-dramatic and sensitive mare in Ponyville.
Others believed that Sweetie Belle would end up being like her elder sister, and she hated it. Just because ponies think that she'll be just like her sister means that they should be gentle, that they should be careful not to dirty her coat, that everypony needs to be extra careful around her mane, that they needed to extra play nice around her. She hated it. But now, with a dumb idea running around in her head, those terrible rumors will stop.
***
Spike was a little worried of what might happen between Sweetie Belle and him when he would attempt to apologize. Maybe he might get out with a couple of broken bones, and that's it. Or maybe he was over reacting the whole thing and nothing horrible was going to happen.
Spike let out a rugid sigh. He took a couple of minutes to calm himself down. He breathed in...then out. Spike rubbed the back of his neck and let his body relax. He chuckled lightly to himself. "What am I getting all worked up about." He though to himself. "I'm a dragon and she's a little filly. There's no reason to be scared of her."
There was a sudden loud banging coming from somewhere. Spike's eyes widen and his body stiffened up. He slowly and carefully turned his head towards the door, where the thundering sounds were coming from. The knocking continued. The extreme tension in his body briskly began to build up as tiny beads of sweat rolled down his forehead.
"Package for Princess Twilight Sparkle." Said the unrecognizable voice on the other side of the door.
Spike let out a long sigh of relief as his body relaxed. He slowly made his way over to the door and was greeted with a fragile looking stallion. His bones showed through his peach colored coat and his silver braces stuck out of his mouth along with his upper set of teeth. He wore a brown leather satchel around his side. Several pieces of crumpled up paper stuck out of the bag.
"Twilight Sparkle?" He asked as he leaned closer to Spike, squinting and fixing his glasses as he examined the tall purple dragon from head to toe.
Spike held his hands up to his chest and took a couple of hasty steps away from the stallion. "Uh,no. She not here right know. But I'm her assistant, so how can I help you?" Spike said.
The skinny stallion leaned back and vigorously shook his head. When he came to a halt, he turned his focus to Spike. "Ah, yes." The peach colored stallion said promptly. "I got this box of book that Ms. Sparkle ordered a couple days ago." He said, mentioning the cardboard box beside him.
The mail pony slightly jumped as if he was pinched. He reached into his satchel and rummaged around until he pulled out a clip board with a sheet of paper attached to it. "Sign here, please." He said kindly as he pointed somewhere on the paper.
"Um, sure." Spike said. The mail pony handed Spike a pen and the clip board. Spike quickly skimmed the paper, looking for where to sign.
"There." The goofy-looking stallion said, pointing at the black line on the bottom of the paper.
Spike quickly signed the paper with his best cursive writing and gave the pen back, along with the clip board. "What's in the box, specifically? If you don't mind me asking."
"Mainly books on romance and voilance." He said hastily. The mail pony looked at his watch. He gasped loudly and without another word, the peach coated stallion ran off. Spike, with a raised brow, looked towards the direction the mail pony went running. "...probably super busy." Spike thought.
Spike looked at the box on the ground. "Huh, didn't even know Twilight had ordered any books.". Spike was digging into his mind and trying to remember a time when Twilight had placed an order on a new set of books. When he came up with nothing, he simply shrugged it off and gently carried the box inside.
He placed it next to the door and left it there. He was making his way to his comfy seat, when he suddenly heard something heavy drag across the floor. He turned around and saw nothing but the same box sitting there.
Spike sighed. Just as he was about to turn around he saw the box shiver. He looked at it for a couple more minutes, just in case his mind was playing tricks on him. And, just as before, the cardboard box trembled.
"What the..."
He slowly made his way to the box. He stopped right in front of it and looked at it. It shaked for the third time. Dumb-struck, and with no real idea of what to do, he gently kicked it. A very low and quiet wince came from within the box.
He stood there in complete silence, doing nothing but staring at the box for several minutes. The two top lids were forcefully pushed open. Spike's eyes widened. He took a step back, waiting for what was inside to come out. Quickly and swiftly, jumped out a filly unicorn with a white coat and horn. Spike, in complete surprised, fell back onto the floor, landing hard on his cheeks.
"Sweetie Belle?" He shouted. "What where you doing in there?" He looked behind her at the vacant box. "W-where are all the books?" He asked in low voice.
"There are no books." She said. "Just me, you, and my iron shoes." She lowered her body and head as if she were ready to jump at him.
"W-what?" Spike said, confused.
"You and I are goin' to fight." Sweetie Belle said as she gritted her teeth and dug her hooves into the wooden floor.
"Fight?" Spike said as if the word stung him. He pushed himself off of the floor and stood. "Me and you? No way." He declared.
"And why not?" She asked, narrowing her eyes.
"Because you're a little filly and I don't hit fillies." Spike crossed his arms and made himself clear.
"Well, you didn't have any trouble hitting me." She barked.
"I said it was an accident." Spike said angrily.
"It's because you're a coward. That's why. You big chicken." She said. "Now stop your whinning and fight me." She demanded.
"Why do you wanna fight so badly?" He asked.
"Because you hit me and I'm no push-over." Tears began to form on the corner of her eyes. She blinked them away, shook her head, and charged Spike with her horn pointed at him.
Spike's eyes widened. He quickly jumped out of Sweetie Belle's path just as she went zooming by. He stumbled to regain his balance. He began to pat his body, searching for any injuries. He turned to Sweetie Belle and said, "Are you crazy? You could've hurt me."
Sweetie Belle turned around and scratched at the ground again. "That's the idea." She pointed her horn at Spike again and charged. She ran more hurrriedly than before. Spike, just barely reacting, hurdled himself out of the way.
Spike's heart frantically raced in his chest. He was jumping left and right, running all around, and doing everything to get away from Sweetie Belle. He had to come up with a idea, quick, or something seriously bad was going to happen.
First off, he needs a away to get Sweetie Belle to stop charging at him. Luckily, Spike already had an idea for that. He looked around for a bit until he found what he was looking for.
Spike quickly ran over to the wooden desk. He managed to get on top of the desk in time just as Sweetie Belle made her third turn, gently grazing his tail with her horn. He brought his tail to his chest and held it in his arms. As he was standing on top of the desk, quickly thinking of another idea, he noticed Sweetie Belle climbing on top of it as well.
Spike's eyes widen like dinner plates. Sweetie Belle quickly tackled him off the desk before he could move. Spike landed on the floor with a loud thud and air quickly left his lungs.
A familiar weight was pressed against his chest. His insides julted in pain. He slowly cracked an eye open. On top of him was the white filly that was doing her best to kill him.
"How does it feel to be the weakest link now, huh?" She asked. "How does it feel be helpless?"
"W-what are you t-talking about." He said through small gasps of air.
"I'm asking you how it feels to be treaded like a weakling." She barked.
"I-I-"
"Shut it." Sweetie Belle said loudly, growling through her teeth. "Now I'm gonna show you who's the tough pony around here." Her horn lit up brightly. The light green aura flowed through her white horn.
Spike shut his eyes closed and turned his head away. He shielded his face with his hands and held his breath. After several seconds passed... nothing.
Spike slowly moved his arms out of the way and cracked open an eye. Sweetie Belle was standing there, her horn still lit, no longer with a look of anger or hate.
She just stood there with an expressionless face and her mouth hung open. Spike looked into her eyes but she was looking at something else. She was staring at something lower than his eyes. The two stood there for a minute doing nothing but eyeing one another.
Sweetie Belle kept her eyes locked on something as she slowly leaned in closer. Without even knowing, her lips were touching his. Spike's eyes widened as they still looked into Sweetie Belle's. He noticed, after awhile, Sweetie Belle's eyes also widened. She let out a small moan and quickly pulled back with the sound of a smack.
"What are you doing?" She shouted, with the crack of her voice.
Spike snapped out of his dazz. "W-what?" He said, his mind still trying to come to the realization of what just happened.
Sweetie Belle climbed off of Spike's chest. She took a couple of lazy steps back. "W-why did you do that?" She asked hastily.
"What?" Spike said. "What're you talking about. You're the one who did it first."
"No, no!" Sweetie Belle said quickly. "I know it was you, I saw it with my own eyes." Sweetie Belle quickly trotted to the door. She opened the door but stopped and turned around. "I mean, I-I like you," She said with a bright red blush on her cheeks, "but not in that way." She chuckled nervously. "S-sorry." Andwith that said, she walked out and the door slammed with a loud boom.
Spike stood there, dumb-founded by the events that just played out. He took several minutes to process everything that happened,and think, but nothing. All he could really say was, "What the f-"
Author's Note
PLEASE CRITCIZE!!!
