Cutiemark Crisis

Crepe was now sitting in the royal therapy room. It was a gift Timidthy had gotten from his aunt and mommy a few hours before he had went to his graduation. Of course seeing the room had made Timidthy burst into tears, but now it brought a smile. As soon as he got out of school, since he was grounded for a month, he'd run here and book as many clients that came to him. The room had a bright orange marble floor the shined and glimmered.

Most of it was covered by a rectangular pale yellow carpet. There was a big arm-chair that was a dandelion yellow just like his hair. A few feet from his chair was his patients plush couch it was a tangerine color. As it had pillows and stuffed animals on the it. In front of it was a glass table that had magazines, books, crayons, and plan paper.

Along with a few stress, anger, and nerve relieving items. That we're made to relax after all word's could only push a pony do far. The walls we're a sunset orange as it had little sheep designs pained on it, in the far corner was a bookshelf. The light in room, unlike most, was blue the room hadn't started out like this. He had told him mom and his aunt to put these specific colors in the room.

After all in psychology yellow and orange often made ponies more cheerful. While blue made them feel more relaxed and green well made ponies feel hopeful. Maybe Timidthy's coat color had to do with why ponies believed in him so much? Probably not they most likely liked him for his personality, Timidthy sat in the arm-chair. He then watched as Crepe came in eyeing the new room as he sat on the couch.

Timidthy opened his mouth to speak but as soon as Crepe saw the couch had pillows he grabbed two. He placed one to cover his flank and buried his head in the other one. Timidthy went silent as the gears in his head started to turn. Blood Bones walked in with three hot chocolates. One of them being in a big mug with wipcream he placed in front of Crepe.

The other two just being in regular mugs with no wipcream, Timidthy took one with his magical grasp. While Blood Bones started drinking the one he had,

"Good luck." He said glancing over at Crepe with concern before leaving. Timidthy shut and locked the door with his magic. Before he took a long drink of his hot chocolate and placing it down. Crepe lifted his head and took a drink from his before letting his head lay on the pillow. Timidthy stayed silent knowing the Crepe was trying to organize his thoughts. Finally his friend took a deep breath,

"Tim......have you ever considered me a blankflank?" Crepe said. The Prince eye's widened taken a back from the question.

"Well......in the insult term no.....but in the fact you don't have a mark.....yes." Timidthy said very hesitantly, Crepe sighed as more tears came to his eye's. Timidthy felt a jolt of guilt before levitating a few tissues over to the colt. Crepe tried to steady his breathing. He had never really cried in front of royalty and he didn't want to start now. But still he took the tissues knowing that his emotions were a bit unstable.

"Crepe you mind telling me what brought this on?" Timidthy said,

"M-My brother told me that k-kid's around o-our age are ge-getting their marks. And.....that if I don't have mine by eight year's. Th-Then my parents will start to grow impatient.....a-and that other kid's will start to make fun of me." Crepe whimpered, "I-Is that true?" Timidthy took a deep breath himself and took a sip of his hot chocolate,

"Well......a mark comes when a pony realizes a talent that makes them feel special. And since all you've ever done is bake maybe you need to do something more to get your mark. It's not that you're doing the wrong talent it's that you're not sure whether it's good for you. Am I right?" He said and Crepe nodded as he used the tissues to wipe tears from his eye's. "Okay so....I heard of this baking contest that Sweet Dreams's mother is doing. The winner gets ten thousand bits. And gets their bake good put in her newest cookbook along with getting their desert shown in the shop. It's on Sunday which means you can get a chance to really show off your talent." Crepe's eye's grew in understanding,

"And I could get my mark! Thanks Tim you're the best!" He said before he jumped off the couch grabbed his hot chocolate and stormed out the door. Timidthy was stunned for a moment but smiled he jumped off his chair and walked to the door. But was quickly stopped when he saw Meadow,

"Please tell me you know anyway I can get my mark! I know you we're just with Crepe and it's late so just lay it on me!" She said. Timidthy smiled slightly,

"My mother is a judge in a perfume, conditioner. Lotion, shampoo, and flower growing contest on Saturday." He said and Meadow hugged him and kissed him on the forehead.

"Thank you!" She said before galloping off, leaving a thoroughly mortified colt. Timidthy then walked out the room and shut the door before leaving on wobbly hooves to his room.

Timidthy was now in his room having a video chat with Sweet Dreams.

"She put her lips on you!" Sweet Dreams shrieked,

"Yes, but only on my forehead no reason to get aggressive." Timidthy said quickly. Sweet Dreams noticeably calmed,

"So she's entering the flowery stuff contest and Crepe's entering the baking contest?" Sweet Dreams asked wanting to confirm the information.

"Yes. It's kinda the only way they can get their marks and they're both really good at what they do! If they win I'm sure they'll get their marks!" Timidthy said with a bit of confidence in her voice,

"I can't argue with that! Also there's nothin this new fondue place in Canterlot. I think that would be a great place for a date tomorrow." She replied batting her eyelashes, Timidthy giggled.

"Yeah. I'd like that. Good night my angel." He said,

"Good night my prince." Sweet Dreams said before they both hung up and went to bed.