Spike awoke to the sound of moaning of pain. Yep, the hangover has struck. He rubbed his eyes and slid off his bed. First going to the kitchen to get the medicine that he promised Twilight that he will get then a bucket because we all know the aftermath of a terrible hangover. He hoped that Twilight didn’t throw up everywhere like she did the first year, god it took almost all the lavender cleaner to rid of the smell of alcoholic vomit.

“SPPIIIKKKEEE….” Twilight cried.

“Hold on! I’m still grabbing the stuff!” Quickly searching the cabinets for where he had placed the medicine. Then, scurrying to get the bucket from the front closet and a bottle of water. Afterwards, he dashed as fast as he could to Twilight’s room.

“Spike…” The mare said meekly, holding her hoof over her mouth.

Quickly he handed over the bucket to her. She lifted the bucket towards her face with her magic and threw up. Spike grimaced due to the bombardment of smells, and how close she was to vomiting on her bed. When she was done, Spike pulled out the medicine out of the container it was sealed in, and the bottle of water and handed the items to the unicorn. She took the medicine and gulped down the water. Her hoof rubbing the excess water from her face.

“Thank you-”

“It’s alright Twilight...” Spiked intervened. “So about yesterday..”

The mare looked at Spike confused at his statement.

“W-what… about yesterday?” she murmured quietly.
Spike cleared his throat of any lumps or anything that would make him stutter or whimper.

“I asked… yesterday about what happened on the trip with the girls? You said you’ll tell me in the morning.”

Twilight visibly went pale; tears were forming in her eyes. She buried her face in her hooves and sobbed. Spike stood there regretting asking her about it, maybe it wasn’t time just yet for her to talk about it. But it has been five years since the event, she did need to talk about it at some point and not have this trama slowly eat her alive. But then again it kinda sounded insensitive of him thinking such thoughts.

“Twilight I-I’m sorry If I overstep-”

“No Spike…” She croaked. “ I do need to talk about it, I hate how this memory taunts me in every waking moment, or how it haunts me in my dreams. And look what has become of me because of it; a coward, a drunken scholar, and a failed student...”

The dragon was speechless and was unsure if he should respond at the moment. However, before he could open his mouth Twilight continued.

“It has been five years since the event that is certain, but it still feels like it was yesterday.”

Spike felt his own tears streaming down his face; he knew his friend was in pain but never realized how much it was affecting her. He could only see the outside damage but never the inside until now. Twilight rubbed his tears off his face then her own.

“I’m sorry if I was rambling and reveling in my feelings-”

Spike interrupts her with a tight hug.

“Don’t feel sorry you were holding this in for a long time; I’m sorry that I couldn’t help you sooner. I was blind to this all this time.”

Twilight hugged him back just as tight.

“And it’s my fault for holding this in for 5 whole years, and letting it consume me...”

Twilight took a deep breath in and out, then continued.

“Maybe it is time to seek help, and talk about what happen that day.”

Spike looked up at Twilight feeling victorious that he could finally help his friend in the ways that mattered.

“Maybe we can go to Zecora’s; She may not be a therapist but she has remedies that could relax you while telling your story.” Spike mused.

“Maybe, I dunno I’ll think about it...”

“But first breakfast! Because I know you're just as hungry as I am after we spilled our feeling everywhere.”

Spike and Twilight shared a good chuckle before they both got up and headed off in the direction of the kitchen. Spike felt the atmosphere lighten a bit since they both confessed their feelings towards each other. But he felt he could do better to lighten the mood.

“Hey, Twilight?”

“Yes, Spike?”

“How about I make breakfast today?”

Twilight cracked a little smile.

“Sure Spike as long as you don’t you make your famous monster sized pancakes like you did that one time.”

“Hey! In my defense, the mixer was going to fast, and the pans weren’t big enough. But at least there were some pancakes to eat!” The dragon retorted.

Twilight started to laugh, and Spike felt his heart warm a bit.

“Yes, but there was still the mess of excess batter all over the kitchen!”

“All right, all right I won’t make my famous monster pancakes…” Spike puffed.

“I will make my world famous Omelette!”

The purple mare snorted.

“Sure Spike that sounds Delightful!” She said through bursts of laughter.

“Just as long as you don’t make a too of a mess in the kitchen.”

And with those words, Spike set off to make his world-famous Omelette for his unicorn friend and making a mental note to set up a meeting with Zecora later.

Author's Note

Tell me of any mistakes/ grammar issues I'll be glad to fix them.