Listening to a Friend

"Dude! Come on!" Your yellow companion whines.

"No Spit, I don't like going in there!" You shake your head vigorously, you are heavily set in your opinion of the building standing in front of you.

Spitfire stamps the ground with her two front feet repeatedly like a foal. "Aww, but why not!?"

You shake your head. "It just makes me feel uncomfortable..." Following this statement you shudder.

Spitfire snickers. "I'm going in, and you can't stop me bro!"

"Don't call me bro..." As you say this you look down dejectedly.

"Still going in!"

The bell on the door rings when Spitfire pushed the door open.

"Welcome to Carousel Boutique!" A voice happily chimes when Spitfire opens the door.

"This place is evil Spit!" You explain, trying your hardest to stop your friend from being corrupted. "Rarity is a demonic hag-witch out to eat your soul!"

"What!?" Comes a loud exclamation from a pony inside. "Please, oh please, tell me that isn't who I think it is!" She pleads in her transatlatting accent. You hear the "clop" of her hooves with each step she takes, until she meets the obstruction that you have for a companion at the door. You take a few steps until you're behind Spitfire in the doorway to see a flash of a white coat on the other side. "Oh my gosh," She starts hyperventilating, "are you Spitfire?"

"Umm... Yes, yes I am." The yellow mare puffs out her chest in pride, almost as if she'd never been recognized before. You smile when you realize it's most likely because ponies don't recognize her with a well-kept mane. She smiles as well before speaking again. "I take it that you're the hag-witch, Rarity?" This is followed up by a giggle.

Rarity, however, glowers at this. "Okay, no, no, no. I," She puts extra emphasis on herself "am not a hag-witch! Who ever told you this rubbish?"

You push your way past Spitfire so that you are face-to-face with the purple-maned mare; you have a huge smile stretching across ear-to-ear. "Hey there evil hag-witch!"

She squints back at you and grins. "Oh, why hello Jetlag, having a good time with your inamorata?"

You blink a couple times. "Inamo-" You then feel the gears turn into place. "Spitfire is not my fillyfriend! My Celestia!"

Spitfire pokes your shoulder with a hoof and you turn around. You see her frowning. "I-I'm not?" She starts sniveling.

"No Spit, you aren't." You snicker, you can tell that she's faking. She catches on that you can tell and lets out a chortle.

"You told me your name was Streamline, not Jetl-"

"Let's not go into that." You scowl and turn back to Rarity. "We'll be leaving no-"

Spitfire pushes her way into the dress shop. "Oh no we aren't! I want a dress!" You shake your head; she's lying, but you don't let her know that you can tell.

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You are sitting outside of Carousel Boutique, waiting for the girls to be done playing dress-up and for Spitfire to be done spending YOUR bits when Ditzy Doo comes around wearing her mailbag over her shoulder.

"Oh, hey there bro bro!" She has her cute little smile on her face. "How's it going?"

You stare at her blankly for a short moment. "Bro br-" You shake your head vigorously. "Never mind, I'm just waiting for Spitfire, she's buying a dress from the hag-witch."

Ditzy blinks confusedly a couple times before responding. "Hag-witch... that's Rarity, right?"

You smile and nod before you think about her bag. "Ditz, aren't you supposed to be done with your delivery shift by now?"

She looks at her courier and flushes. "Oh! Oh! Right!" The mailmare opens her bag and fishes a letter out of it. "Yrr've grrt rr lrrtrrr!" She says in a failed attempt to speak around the piece of postage she has in her mouth. She gives it to you and repeats. "You've got a letter!" She giggles and flies off before you can ask any questions.

With the paper now in your hooves you stare at it, it has no return address... That is queer. You neatly open the flap of the envelope and remove its contents: a folded piece of paper. You question whether or not you should read it... you unfold it and read what is inscribed. It reads as such:

Streamline,

As you may be aware, even though I said we would, we never talked after the show. It's been a week now and I feel that we still need to talk. This is really important, so don't forget please! Remember where we first met? Right outside of Everfree Forest? Meet me there tomorrow night at six, don't make me wait! Also don't tell Spitfire or Ditzy Doo that we're meeting, it's just for you and me.

Shooting Star

You stare blankly at the page in front of you and ponder the words. "She wants to see me..." You say to yourself.

"Who wants to see you?"

You jump at the sudden voice behind you and close the letter. You spin around to meet whoever is behind you, it's Spitfire. "Oh! I didn't realize you were there Spitfire! What's up?" You smile nervously. Did she read any of that?

"Really?" She scowls. "You're just going to ignore my question dude?"

"Oh, huh? What was the question?"

"Who wants to see you?"

"Oh... umm... my mom." You feel your lips twitching, you don't want to lie to her, but Shooting Star specifically said not to tell her. "My mom wants me to go to Appleloosa to see her."

"Oh..." Spit now looks downcast now. "So you're going to be leaving me soon?"

You shake your head. "Of course not Spit, I'll write her a letter to tell her that I won't be coming out."

She snickers. "Of the closet!" She then opens her wings and takes off. "See you at home! You're taking my dress!"

"Dress?" You look down and see a bag with neatly folded blue fabric inside. "Of course Spit, of course." You shake your head and pick up the back "See you at home." You mumble to yourself before walking home.