“In love?” Pinkie Pie giggled. “Twilight, you’re crazy!”
Twilight rolled her eyes. “I’m not crazy, Pinkie. It’s obvious.”
They were trotting through Ponyville’s market. Nearby, oblivious to the conversation, Fluttershy was purchasing ingredients for one of Angel’s expensive salads.
“I’m not in love!” Pinkie shook her head, giggling again.
“Pinkie, we all know—”
She was hearing music.
“Pinkie, please don’t—”
“In love? Twilight, you’re ridiculous!”
“I’m really getting a kick o’ this!”
“You think I’m enamoured, caught by the glamour? Did you get hit in the head with a hammer?”
“Stop singing. Pinkie, stop sing—”
Pinkie trotted in circles around Twilight as she sang. “I’m not in love! That’s crazy, demented! This romance you invented is a movie you rented!
“I’m not in love with Flutters! Absurd! You spend too much time with romance books, you nerd!”
She skipped over to Fluttershy, as the music went on.
Fluttershy was oblivious, of course—Twilight knew that was how Pinkie’s songs always worked. Several other ponies, however, had started to dance around Pinkie, as she stared longingly at the yellow pegasus.
“You think I love her? She’s adorable!
“You know I think that cutesy stuff’s horrible!
“You think I’m drawn by the scream that I hear,
“The pitiful squeak when she’s caught in such fear,
“That you just want to hug her and tell her you’re near?”
Pinkie closed her eyes.
“You think it drives me to tears? It makes me plug my ears!”
Fluttershy walked over to the cherry stand, and Pinkie and the dancing crowd followed. Twilight found herself walking alongside her friend.
“But Pinkie Pie,” she heard herself sing, “I know you do! It’s easy to tell with a look at you!”
“Twilight, you’re nuts! Just a little crazed! I’m perfectly fine! In fact, I’m amazed!”
“Pinkie Pie, just stop this song. We both know, as always, I’m right, and you’re wrong!”
“You think I like her? She’s annoying!” Pinkie didn’t seem to have heard. “That sweet smell of her hair, so cloying!”
Pinkie Pie reached out towards Fluttershy, then pulled away.
Twilight gave a dry chuckle. “I’ve heard you speak of how she parts her hair.”
“It looks like the moonli—hey! Not fair!” Pinkie turned to Twilight, scowling. “I’m not in love! Love ties you down!”
“When you’re in love, your heart will pound,” sang the crowd.
“I’m not in love! Life’s too busy, too crowded!”
“For her strength of denial she is to be lauded!” the crowd continued.
Pinkie jumped onto the cherry stall, the music and words rising in volume and intensity. “And listen here, Twilight!
“If you think I’m in love,
“If you think she’s my light,
“Even though it sounds trite
“That her absence would bite
“And that the little sight
“Of her makes my day briiiight—”
“I’d be right!”
The music stopped, with an audible record scratch.
The dancing followed suit.
Fluttershy looked up at Pinkie in surprise, as if she’d just noticed the pink earth pony perching on the cherry stall.
Pinkie looked around, confused. Then, she awkwardly hopped off and trotted over to Twilight.
“You might,” she muttered.
Musical denial! Yes! Very good, very good. Hehe, the lyrics worked really well, and I enjoyed Twilight being the foil to Pinkie’s adamant protestation. This was just really fun to read, and it flowed really well. The ending with Pinkie admitting that maybe Twilight was on to something was great. I really enjoyed this. Well done!