Icing On The Cake

That day went on as normal. Well, as possible.

I actually spent a day, inside my house, and locked in my room. I wanted a solitary day. All of these mixed feelings... I just needed a day to chill out and think.

Of course I had to tell my parents what I was doing. I went down to breakfast, grabbed a few things, and just told them.

I skipped each step up to my room. They didn't care, they never did. They were just happy I wasn't having sex or doing drugs.

They actually didn't care. I told them, so they would trust me. All they cared about was my older sister.

I flopped on my bed and started peeling an orange. I stared at the ceiling, lost in thought.

They loved her. She was brilliant at math, best in her class. I wasn't ever good at math. I was good at more artsy things. I could draw, I could sculpt, but my real calling was baking. But they didn't care.

Gosh dang it, they didn't even care enough to give me a name that made sense! Cup Batter? Really? I hate my name, it has almost nothing to do with my cutie mark! Did they actually mean Cup of Batter or what? They should have given me a middle name that started with O then, that would have made so much more sense. My cutie mark is three cupcakes, nothing related to batter.

Carrot would know what to do. Carrot's smart. He also understands me, he cooks like myself. At least he was named correctly...

I thought about him. That was a little weird, I never really think about him. He never really comes to mind. He was my best friend, and that's all I ever wanted to happen. It would be weird and awkward if anything else happened between us. I've just known him for so long... I think I would just be different than anyone else. Only because I've known him so long and so well.

Wait- was I just confessing to myself I actually liked him?

I thought hard about it.

There was no negatives about it, as long as I kept it to myself. I would have to try extra hard to do that. I mean, he wasn't exactly the most sought-after boy in the entire universe. Everyone thought I could do better, even Belle said it. I would have to keep it from her too. I didn't think I could do better. We both were physically unattractive, but me more so. At least had a brilliant smile, and perfect pistachio-colored eyes that lit-up whenever something made him extremely happy... He had a little sparkle to them too, a little sparkle I didn't seem him give to anyone else, only to me. He always did it, not even when he didn't even think about me.

Okay, so I kind of guessed he liked me. Or at least thought about me and had feelings for me. That wasn't stupid. I was a smart filly, I knew the difference between a colt who actually liked me or was just going for friendship. The funny thing about Carrot, is that he didn't want to be anything more than my friend either. He didn't mind not advancing the relationship. I'm pretty sure he's completely content on not advancing it. Besides, I like how we are. Just really close friends, always together, understand each other, can laugh forever... It's like the perfect friendship.

Well... What if it actually made the perfect more than friendship? I thought about it. I didn't know how to feel about it. He never had a marefriend before me, would he be awkward? Of course, that's like asking somepony if the grass is green. He'd be awkward, but would it be unbearable? Could I be able to live with somepony who didn't know how to be in a relationship right off the bat? Or would he learn quickly?

I admit, the fact that maybe the fact that somepony actually liked me for who I was... Well... Comforting. Some where in Equestria, I was wanted. Loved. Adored.

I looked in the mirror. My bushy two-toned pink hair, my eyes to match, my cerulean body... Not to mention my chub. I was fat. I gained extra pounds, from where, I didn't know. Everypony in my family was a stick. I was made fun on at school. Carrot and Fanny always protected me. Carrot often did better though.

I realized that I probably wouldn't be the person I am today because of him. He changed me, for the better. I owed him so much. Maybe I should tell him I like him.

What would Fanny say? How would he react? Not kindly, I presume.

Maybe we could just agree to do nothing right now. That is, if he liked me. Sheesh, I thought I knew. Maybe he like that one mare...

Oh, it killed me... This uncertainty bothered me. I always knew what I wanted... Now... I couldn't even think straight.

I decided I at least needed to bring up the topic to him. I wanted to go to his house. I quietly walked all the way down stairs, and out the door. The bright light kind of blinded me, but only for a moment. My eyes slowly grew used to it, so I started trotting off to the Carrot's.

I could smell an amazing odor coming out of the front window, from about a few feet away. I moved closer. I bet Carrot was cooking. It wasn't always his parent's forte, but he did teach them a few things.

The ledge outside was broken off on one side, but it didn't matter. I leaned up to the window. My right foot stepped in something squishy, but I didn't care. Carrot was nowhere to be found. I looked around, switching the weight between my legs. I put more weight on my right leg.

I remember falling to the ground.

That was the last thing.