Prompt #213: "Little Did He Know"

Determination. If there was one word to describe what Spike was feeling, that would be it. This would be the night. He was finally going to tell Rarity how he really felt, that he loved her. The anticipation was killing him. How would she react? How would he react? He just didn’t know. But then again, not knowing is half the fun.

He had planned everything out. The invitation was actually a sapphire with writing etched into it. Pretty clever, he thought. They would go out to dinner where there is ‘conveniently’ a ballroom, and Spike would tell Rarity that he had actually been practicing. Then they would hit the floor shortly after eating, dancing until the band goes home. Of course, that was how it was supposed to go.

Spike told Twilight he was going out, that he had some errands to do around town. Twilight just mumbled something, not looking away from her book. Spike shrugged it off as Twilight being Twilight.

When he got to Rarity’s shop, he was surprised to find that she was not home. Confused, he left the invitation in the mail box. As he made his way back to the library, he tried to think of where she might be, but nothing came to mind. He kicked at the ground, frustrated that his perfect night was falling apart. Little did he know, it was just getting started.

As he got closer to the library, he looked in the window. He didn’t know why, he had never done it before, but for some reason he did it anyway. He noticed that Twilight wasn’t at her desk. Strange, as she seemed to be so enthralled in that book of hers that she hardly noticed when Spike left. Then he noticed something else. There was movement coming from the loft. It was dark, but he could barely make out what was going on. And what was going on was, quite frankly, more than making out.