"What do you mean you have to go out alone today?" Asks the yellow pegasus in front of you. "Are you doing something important today?" She narrows her eyes briefly and develops a wolfish grin. "Or someone?"

You feel the heat in your face instantly rise, it's obvious to both parties that you are blushing—hard. "Wh-WHAT?" You exclaim immediately. "How could you even ask that? I-I-I . . ." It's hard for you to imagine, but you are flustered beyond words—literally! You manage to sputter a few sounds before actually saying something. "I-if I were to do anyone it'd be y-."

You cut yourself short . . . But you aren't fast enough, you see Spitfire's face redden substantially and her eye become wide, so wide that they look like they might pop out of her head. I'm going to regret this . . . You think.

It is now her turn to sputter like a fool. "Wh-wh-wh-WHAT!?"

A hoof meets your face at blinding speed followed within the instant by a flash of light.

"Jetlag . . . You are such a pervert!"

You feel another collision with your face.

"I was joking about that and then you bring up your sick fantasy of me!?" You close your eyes tight and brace yourself for the impact of a third blow that doesn't come. You sit there braced until you hear the slamming of your door.

You sit there staring at the door for a few brief moments before it swings back open and In comes Ditzy Doo dragging Spitfire in by the tail. She lets go of the flame-maned mare. "Package for my bro bro!" She beams at you.

You blink. "I'm still questioning the whole 'bro bro' thing . . . But . . ." You glance at Spitfire. "Why?"

Ditzy rolls her eyes, yes, both of her eyes . . . separately. "Well, duh, that's obvious!" You blink a couple more times, pulling your most oblivious face. "I heard all of that and decided that you both needed to apolo-"

"I don't need to apologize to a pervert!" Butts in Spitfire.

"What did he say?" Asks your gray friend.

Spitfire becomes flushed once more. "'If I were to do anyone it'd be you.'"

Ditzy smiles at you, a huge, happy smile. "I called it!"

You and Spitfire both stare at her. "Huh?"

"Oh, nothing Spit, he just totally digs you."

Spitfire blushes even harder and is visibly at a loss for words.

Once more in the face her hoof goes.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Your face, despite the fact that it's been nearly four hours since Spitfire assaulted your face, still hurts.

"I am starting to debate whether or not letting her stay with me was a good idea." You say to yourself before letting off a sigh.

It is six in the evening and you are waiting just outside of Everfree Forest, just like the letter from Shooting Star requested. You are keeping an eye out for the pony that invited you—Shooting Star. Sheshould be here soo-.

Your thoughts are cut short by a beige and yellow blur tackling you and kissing you. As soon as it stops you realize that this is the one you were waiting for.

"You made it! You actually came!" She says with more glee than you thought anypony could hold besides Pinkie Pie. "I didn't think you'd come! I missed you!"

You push her off of you and stare at her in confusion. "What are you talking about? A friend asked me to do something and I did." You smile sweetly to her. "Now what did you want Star?"

Her smile widens impossibly. "You!"

You blink a couple times. " . . . What?"

"Oh, oh, sorry, I mean I want to get with you."

You blush with the force of a million of Celestia's glorious suns.

"I mean I want to be together with you . . . I'm bad at saying things.

That doesn't help your blushing at all. "You WHAT?"

She swallows hard before answering. "Well, I like you, like, like like you." She turns the slightest bit red. "I couldn't stop thinking about or dreaming of you for the past week, it's been horrible, not being able to see you."

You blink slowly before making an immediate about face and taking your first steps to walking away.

"So you'll think about it?" She asks.

You stop. "I'm sorry Star, but I don't think of you like that."

"What?" Says her now-shuddering voice.

You turn on a dime. "Please don't cry . . ."

"But, but, but, I like you like that, like . . . Like like you like that kind of like."

"I'm sorry Star, but I don't."

"It's Spitfire, huh?" She's stopped crying, but still sounds depressed.

You stare at her for a few seconds. "What?"

"Like, you like Spitfire, like, you like like Spitfire . . . Like that, huh?"

You contemplate it for a second before giving your answer. "I . . . I guess I do . . ."

"Really?"

"I think so . . ."

"Like like her like that?"

"I . . . Yes."

She smiles a wolfish smile. and yells out to whomever is behind the bushes. "You get that?"

Who got wha-"

Out come Spitfire and Ditzy Doo, Spitfire giving what looks to be roughly twenty bits to Ditzy as if she lost a be-.

They were betting?

Author's Note

Sorry for the hiatus guys! I was working at a Boy Scout summer camp for two months, but I'm back now!