Dear Diary: Well, we clearly aren’t Cutie Mark Firefighters. I mean everything started out fine, but without a fire to fight, we’re not really going to earn out cutie marks, right? So Scootaloo decides the best way for us to fight a fire is by starting one. Fortunately the house in question was abandoned and the real firefighters arrived quickly. And since nopony saw us, it looked like we were just helping.
Scootaloo’s mane won’t grow back for days.
There’s a new student in school today - his name is Pipsqueak and he has the neatest voice. Of course he hasn’t got his mark like me and my friends do, so he gets teased too, but he just turns the other cheek. Really polite, too. Twist seems really taken with him. That bothers me for some reason, but I don’t know why.
Dear Diary: Another try, another failure. We tried our hooves at beekeeping. Thank Celestia there was a lake nearby. It turns out that Twist was actually giving Truffle Shuffle the eye, Pipsqueak just happened to be between them. Not that I care or anything. I’m just saying.
Dear Diary: Have you ever tried juggling bowling pins while rollerblading? Don’t. I think Pipsqueak might have something. I accidentally bumped into him on he way out of class. He said “I’m sorry, Miss Belle” (That’s right - he actually calls me Miss!), and I felt myself go all warm and cold at the same time, like when you have the flu. He seemed okay, though.
Can you get the flu that quickly?
Dear Diary: Bear taming. Bad idea. I don’t think Fluttershy will have anything to do with us for at least a week. I’ve never seen her use the stare on anything but an animal - Applebloom didn’t come out of it for two hours. Got that weird feeling at school again - I asked my sister about it, because I only get it when I see Pip. She just gave me one of those odd smiles of hers and said nothing. Wonder what I said?
Dear Diary: We decided to call off Cutie Mark Crusading for the next while. The way things are going, at least one of us will end up in traction and it’ll probably be me - I’m the only one nothing bad’s happened to yet. Pip sat with me at lunch. He asked me very politely if he could and I found myself unable to say a word. I just nodded. He smiled.
I’ve never realized how nice his smile is.
Dear Diary: Pip and I traded lunches today. He complimented my salad (well, really Rarity’s salad, since she was the one who made it, but whatever) and I got a taste of Trottingham
kwa kwee food. It was quite nice. I found myself blushing a bit when he said how good the salad was. I told him his lunch was nice, too and he looked down at the box the salad was in. I could see he was blushing, too. Maybe he doesn’t get many compliments?
His eyes are a neat shade of brown. Almost black.
Dear Diary: Pip gave me a flower today. I don’t know why and he didn’t say, just kind of blushed a bit like when we traded lunch before. It was tasty though, and my heartbeat suddenly went up when he gave it. My sister keeps smiling at me in that odd way whenever I get home from school. I’m not sure I like that.
Dear Diary: I think I know what’s wrong with me now. Me and Pip traded lunch again and our hooves touched. The moment his hoof touched mine, it felt like a star exploded in my head. I felt myself go bright pink and I saw Pipsqueak had too. There can be only possible explanation, both to what’s happening to me and the weird smiles Rarity keeps giving me.
I think I may be kinda sorta in love with Pipsqueak. And I think he may be kinda sorta in love with me, too. And now that I think about it, that means there’s nothing wrong with me.
There may just be something right.
This was a really cute story, and I really enjoyed your way of telling it through Sweetie’s diary entries. I liked how Sweetie gradually talked about Pip more as she started feeling more strongly about him, building up towards her realizing at the end what these feelings are. And I enjoyed the details in their trading lunches, like Sweetie trying to spell cuisine and failing. This was a fun story!