Is Your Friendship Mistaken?

A\N: This isn’t canon (not yet at least) and it’ll be short.  You have been warned.

Kyle shot from his bed like a French border guard with track shoes and a coupon for cigarettes.  Today was Hearth’s Warming Day, better known as Christmas Day among humans.  Today was the day he could forget everything.

The thing about Hearth’s Warming Day was that you didn’t just be unhappy.  Even if you were, you put on a smile for the sake of everypony else.

First things first.  He dashed outside through the snow straight to the Carousel Boutique.  He knocked on the door and Rarity answered a worried look on her face.  “Do you have it?”  He asked, looking to make sure nopony was watching.

“Yes, but just barely.  It took me all night to get it just right.”  The pale pony answered, worry lacing her voice.  But she still gave him the object he ordered.

“Thanks, here’s the payment.”  He reached into a bag in his pocket and pulled something out.  He placed it on the counter next to her door and shut it.

Now, the moment was at hand.  He turned into Blackheart and dashed along the path to Canterlot.  Hearth’s Warming Day surprise indeed.  He walked up to the castle gate guards.  They nodded and let him past.

It seems that the bribe had worked well.  It took quite a bit of time to come up with all the payment for the bribes.  But it was all worth it.  He walked down the grand hall, taking a moment to look at the banner on the back wall.  On the left was a lowering sun, on the right a raising moon.

He hung a left when he neared the two thrones on the dais.  He walked down the long hall, and after a confusing series of turns, found his contact waiting outside the door.

Celestia magically gripped a large, object.  She allowed him to grab it and followed him to his next destination.

Kyle stood outside Luna’s chambers.  Celestia nudged him from behind.  “Go on,” she softly urged, “she’ll welcome it.”

He slowly pushed open the large oaken doors and crept inside.  He shut the thin space he had made when he entered.  He had to be alone for this.

He walked to the bed, nervous as all hell.  He took a deep breath, and gently laid his hand on sleeping Luna’s throat.  She stirred, but didn’t move.

He shook her slightly.  She awakened with a sigh.  “whuhh… Kyle... What’re you…?” she inquired groggily.

“I am here to give you the best Hearth’s Warming Day you have ever experienced.  Now get up.”  He replied cheerily.

“That’s nice and all, but can’t the day wait until I get up?”

“Nonsense,” he replied in a tone that suggested she didn’t know what she was talking about, “The best day you’ve ever had won’t wait for you.  The best day comes around with the sun.”

She groaned and stuffed her head under her pillow.

“You’ve forced me to go to desperate measures Luna.”  He said, reluctance in his voice.

He yanked away the pillow and put the item Rarity gave him on her head.  With the bright red hat with white trim on her head, he raised the second object that Celestia had given him.  A camera, specially fashioned for use in the snow.

He took aim and fired with it.  After four consecutive pictures, Luna jumped and chased him, attempting to get rid of the bright flashing.

It was like a scene out of an old TV cartoon that you probably remember.  They went in one door and went out different doors, and the like.  Twenty minutes later, Kyle slid to a halt.  Surprised Luna slammed into him, sending both of them sprawling.

Kyle rose first, “There, aren’t you awake now?”

“I hate you.” Luna grumbled.

“Sure you do.  Now get ready to go outside,” he ordered, snatching the Santa hat off her head and putting it on his own, “be ready in half an hour or I’m dragging you out.”

His voice left no room for argument.  She walked dejectedly away to her room, thinking of what to wear.

Kyle spent the half hour he gave himself trying to get out of the dungeon he’d been chased into.

He waited for only a few moments when Luna appeared.  She was beautiful in a Winter Crown made of ice and what appeared to be some kind of silver fuzz.

As they left, Kyle caught the two gate guards enjoying some Christmas cookies with their friends, and the thought crossed Kyle's mind that Rarity would have already eaten hers.

They spent the rest of the day caroling with a few friends of Luna’s.  A grey cross-eyed mare, a DJ with an electric-blue mane, a pink and lavender pony with berries as her cutie mark, a silver and blue pony some sort of magician’s outfit, and an aqua-green pony with a lyre and her friend, who brought candy for all of them.

As the day drew to a close, ponies left.  Yet Kyle stayed with her all day and a fair bit into the evening.

“Luna, I’ve had an amazing day.  I can’t thank you enough for coming with me-oww!”  he last word was cut off by a large amount of snow being dumped on his head.

“This WAS a good day,” she spoke from behind the fuming boy, “I got revenge and a good time.”

He rubbed the rest of the snow off of himself and turned to her.  “There’s only one last thing to do.”

He led her back to the castle without a word said between them.

There, he, Luna and Celestia (once) had their pictures taken to remember the day.  Kyle had three, one with Celestia.  Luna had one, which she treasured and refused to show to anypony, and Celestia had hers, a nice picture with her and Luna.

Overall, the two had a wonderful holiday together, without a gift given between them, save a sweet moment in the snow.

A Snow Kiss.

  The two had lots to think about as they lay in bed.  Kyle had spent the whole day with Luna, and stayed up late with Twilight and Spike, while Luna and a portion of the royal court were having a party to celebrate the day.

But finally, a few minutes past midnight, the two flopped down onto their beds and slept, joy in their hearts and each other in their heads, and gifts near them.