The Librarian

You shift nervously in your seat. Being asked the intimidating question directly makes it much harder to explain.

“Well, I... um...” You drift off. Fluttershy just looks at you curiously, tilting her head slightly. You look into her blue eyes and suddenly feel as if they're piercing through you. A thought forms in your head as to how ironic this is, but you push it away, trying to concentrate on what you're going to say. “I wanted to talk to you, about...” You start again, only to lock up internally. Fluttershy frowns. “About Twilight!” You burst out, immediately covering your mouth with your hooves after.

“About... Twilight?” She responds, now more curious than before. Her frown turns into an express of wonder. You nod curtly and put your hooves back down, feeling embarrassed. “Um... what about, Twilight?” She asks, clearly puzzled.

“Well,” You start to explain, but then stop abruptly. Thinking back on your dream, you decide to start from there. “So, this morning, I had this dream.” You pause, and Fluttershy nods understandingly. “It was about Twilight, obviously. Um... I went to the library to return a book. And... I ended up spending the day there, sorting books.” You pause again, while she just stares, waiting for you to continue. “When we finished sorting the books, it was time for me to go. I stepped outside, but... it was suddenly pouring outside. Twilight told me I could stay the night, so I did. We had a... slumber party, if you will.” You break off from your spheel, thinking as to how to continue. “We played some... games.” You add, nervously. After a few seconds without speech, Fluttershy notices you didn't expand on your statement, so she prompts you to.

“What kind of games?”

“Well,” You begin, rubbing the back of your head with a hoof. A light blush appears on your cheeks, and you glance downward. Fluttershy doesn't appear to notice. Or at least, she doesn't comment on it. You silently hope that she didn't notice, anyway. “We played, truth or... dare.” She doesn't say anything, failing to notice anything out of the ordinary. “We began to play... oh! But she was using a... sleepover guide for the game, as well as for the sleepover in general.” Fluttershy frowns momentarily at this, but then giggles, laughing at Twilight's bookish nature. “One of the questions was...” You think on how to explain without giving away too much. “Rather... intrusive.” You click your hooves together; a nervous habit. You look towards Fluttershy as her puzzled look returns, briefly. It is quickly replaced with a shy, sly grin. She looks towards you eagerly, and you can't help but squirm, fearing what she figured out.

Her sly smile suddenly turns into that of a sheepish grin, and you begin to internally panic. She opens her mouth to speak, and you glance side to side fearfully.

“I know! She asked if your were having fun, and you said yes!” Fluttershy turns her nose towards the ceiling as she says this, and all that's left is a big smile on her face. You visibly relax, but the fear of having to tell her the truth at some point still lingers in the back of your mind.

“Uh... yeah.” You reply, glancing down at the floor. She, however, catches onto this. Unfortunately.

“What's wrong?” She asks,turning her head back down, a slight frown appearing on her face once more.

“Nothing...” You answer, suddenly regretting your visit.

“Are you sure?” Fluttershy glances at you worriedly, scooting closer. You shudder. “Oh, are you cold? I could get you a blanket...”

'No... that's fine.”

She just looks at you, now silent. “Please, continue your story. If she didn't ask you that, what did she ask?” You sigh.

“Well... she asked me if I... liked her, basically.” You put out blatantly. You look towards the wooden floor again, feeling ashamed. A pink tinge makes it's way to your cheeks once more, the feeling becoming too familiar. Fluttershy looks at you blankly, as if her brain seized up and shut down. You begin to think this was a terrible idea.

I knew I should've stayed home today. Your mind rings out, doing nothing to change the situation in front of you. Fluttershy suddenly springs back to life, her cheeks resembling that of a tomato. Her eyes carry what seems like a happy expression, but you're unsure. Well, until she says:

“Aww,” She moans, looking at you with a huge grin, clicking her hooves together like you did a moment ago. “What did you say?” Her face turns eager once more, apparently wanting to hear what you replied at this point.

“Well, I said... yes?” You mutter back, almost as if you aren't sure yourself. She reacts by clapping her hooves together excitedly and uttering a soft and drawn out 'Yay”.

“You do remember this was just a dream, right?” You ask Fluttershy. She nods, her clapping beginning to slow down. “Well I certainly had no idea you were such a... romantic.” You offer, smirking a little, trying to lighten the mood. Her blush strengthens in turn, and she giggles softly at you.

When you both settle down, the conversation resumes.

“Anyway,” You say, breaking the silence. “So that's what it was. And now, I need your... help. Or rather, advice, concerning what I should do now.” You carry on, some scraps of confidence clinging to you so you have the will to continue this conversation in the first place. Fluttershy briefly looks confused, before starting to speak again.

“But it was just a... dream. I don't really think there's anything to do about that, seeing as isn't a nightmare or anything.” She ponders, leaving you with the strong urge to facehoof.

“Well yes, I know, but I'd like some advice on how to make the events in my dream happen in real life. Not in that exact situation, of course, but just as some... general tips.”

“I'm not really the one to ask.” She admits, causing you to bite your lip in mild frustration.

“But I'd rather not have my secret spread all over Ponyville.”

A/N: Yeah, this was a strange place to end this chapter (and it was pretty short...). And yes, if this were a Fluttershy oriented fic I there would've been many places I could have capitalized upon.