Very Special Somedragon

Chapter 2

Spike breathed into a paper bag. "I almost did it!" he bawled, "I almost told Rarity how I felt! OH WHY!? WHY CAN'T I TELL HER!? WHYYYY!?"

Twilight Sparkle and Starlight Glimmer watched him pace round the room. Twilight didn't think she'd ever seen Spike so upset in her whole life.

"He's been at this for hours," whispered Starlight, "Do you think we should say something?"

"Probably," answered Twilight.

Spike paced the room one last time, and then turned to the Princess of Friendship and her pupil, "I really need your help!" he begged, "It's almost Hearts And Hooves Day, and I still don't know how to ask Rarity to be my Very Special Somepony!"

Twilight Sparkle's expression softened and she walked over to her little dragon friend. "Spike, we all know you're afraid to admit you love Rarity," said Twilight, "And I understand it's a difficult thing for you to do. But you're making it a disaster by keeping your feelings hidden from her the whole time. You have to face your fears and tell her how you really feel. If you ever want her to love you back you'll have to."

"I know," whimpered Spike, "I just can't! I want to do it, but I just can't! What if she laughs at me? What if everypony laughs at me!?"

"Spike," said Twilight, gently, "Rarity would never laugh at you. She's your friend. And if you tell her, she could be even more than your friend."

Spike sniffed. "I know," he said, sadly, "But I just don't know how. Twilight, you're the Princess of Friendship. What would you do?"

Twilight shook her head. "I'm afraid I can't help you with that, Spike," she said, gently, "I don't know how I would feel in your shoes, or what I would do if I were you. That's something you need to decide for yourself."

Spike groaned and buried his head in a cushion. Twilight and Starlight exchanged sympathetic glances as Spike cried into the cushion.

"We've gotta do something," whispered Starlight, "I'm sure you don't want him to cry all night."

"Hmmm..." Twilight's eyebrows knitted in thought for a moment, and then she suddenly had an idea. "Hey, Spike," she called over, "What if there was a way you could tell Rarity how you feel without saying it?"

Spike looked up from his considerably tear-soaked cushion. "What do you mean?"

"Well, what if you wrote Rarity a love letter?" suggested Twilight, "And write down how you feel about her? That way you wouldn't have to tell her in person."

Spike pondered. "That sounds kinda embarrassing," he said, nervously, "But then again, not nearly as awkward as saying it straight to her face." He gathered up all his courage. "OK! I'll give it a shot!" he declared, "What kind of letter should I write?"

"Just write from in here, Spike," smiled Twilight, putting her hoof on Spike's heart, "Trust me, it always feels good to write down your feelings."

A new look of confidence dawned on the dragon's face. "OK!" he declared, jumping up to his feet, "Where's your quill set!? I've got a love letter to write!"

"Um, Spike?" said Starlight Glimmer, from a few metres away, "Maybe you wanna wait until morning." She jabbed her hoof out the window and the moonlit starry sky.

Spike gave a short laugh. "Yeah. Good idea."