If you've been reading this, you would know by now that I hate clichés. So, I'm not gonna use the same cliché that people always use: the best day ever is everything they ever wanted. No. My best day ever was far from the best day anyone could ever have... in fact, I kinda wish everypony I know could somehow be transformed into humans and we could all go back to Earth and... celebrate... opposable thumbs. I don't know.

No, my best day ever was perfect just for me: half the day with Ditzy, half the day with Dashie, and half the day with both of them. Perfect balance, perfect stuff, perfect company, perfect day. Tha end.

I'm joking. Anyway, I woke up this morning totally content. I didnt even move for the first few minutes, but just laid there and watched Ditzy sound asleep. She was still as beautiful as she was coming down the aisle. I smiled, and remained there for almost ten minutes until I saw her eyes open slowly.

She blinked, readjusting her eyes, and yawned. "Hi, Star," she said, smiling drowsily.  

"Hi, Ditzy," I said, kissing her forehead. It was a warm, late spring Saturday morning. The breeze through the window told me that it would get a little cooler late in the day, but it would spike up again. [Pegusi are able to tell weather fluctuations by the smell of the clouds.]

She tried to get up, but I held my hoof against her midsection. "Star," she giggled, "let me go."

I laughed. "See if you can get away," I said, still holding her down lightly. By then it had grown to be nice and bright in the room because the sun's rays through the window had finally hit the bed.

She turned over. "Naah." She came a bit closer. "I don't think I need to."

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... [Sorry guys!]

I fell over again, laughing a bit. She fell on top of me and we nearly rolled out of the bed. She rolled over me, though, and flew out of bed, touching down near the door. "I need to take a shower." She giggled, winked, and trotted off down the hall.  

My wings returned to normal position. [What the hell, Star, we didn't need to know that!] I rolled over onto the floor and began to float in the direction of the bathroom. I heard a door open downstairs: Dashie must be home! I turned around just as the water began to run.

"Oh, hi, Dashie!" I greeted her as I came down the stairs. "What's up?"

"Hi, Dad!" she replied, smiling. "Fluttershy's house was packed to the brim with mice and gerbils and hamsters, so we slept outside." She took her sleeping bag out of her saddlebag and unfurled it from its bag. Bagception. It was ripped to pieces. I looked up at her with my jaw on the floor and she laughed.

"Nature can be rough," she said, "especially when you convince your scaredy-cat friend to sleep out in the Everfree Forest."

"Oh, Dashie!" I groaned, sarcastically. "Why do you do this to me?"

"More like why do I do this to Fluttershy," she said, and turned around for the first time. Fluttershy was clasped strongly on her right hind leg and lower back. "She's been like this ever since the first owl hooted."

"Y'alright, Fluttershy?" I said, leaning down to her. She looked like she didn't get any sleep. "Jeez, Dashie," I said, turning back to her face. "What did you do?"

"I thought it would just be a harmless prank, as usual, but this seems to have gone out of control." She looked worried.

I bent down to the curled-up Fluttershy again. She was shivering. "Fluttersh-"

"Boo!" she looked up, smiling widely. I turned back to Dashie, half-smiling. She looked as confused as I was. I hated seeing people (now, I guess, ponies) in uncomfortable or embarrassing situations. I fell backwards as convincingly as I could and shouted, pretending to be surprised.

"Oh, my, um, Mr. Star," she said, releasing her grip from Dashie's rear. I stood, too, chuckling a bit. "Was that too convincing, Mr. Star? I didn't mean to scare you so much..." She looked up at me with huge, innocent eyes.

"You sure got me, Fluttershy. I didn't think you had it in you to prank anyone," I said.

"Any one what?" she asked.

"Oh, um, anypony. I meant anypony." I wasn't the obsessed type of brony in my human life, and I really didn't use the pony language. I guess I wasn't so good at it.

All three of us were trying to make breakfast, laughing and teasing each other, when Ditzy came downstairs, her mane shiny as it usually was.

"Oh, hi, Dash! And... um..." she stumbled in speech. Apparently she hadn't met Fluttershy before.

Fluttershy mumbled something unintelligible. Classic Fluttershy. "She's Fluttershy," Dashie said, after a brief silent period. "Where were you last night? Why didn't you guys come out for our sleepover?"

I put down my pan forcefully on the counter and blushed. Ditzy backed up a bit and looked down. Dashie opened her eyes wide, looked over at Fluttershy and coughed. If I wasn't involved, it would have been funny as hell.

I glanced over at Fluttershy, who looked confused. Dashie was still 20 on the inside: she knew how stuff worked. Fluttershy was 14... in a restricted world. I doubt she would have known. On Earth, yeah, but in Equestria?

Thankfully, Ditzy came to my rescue. "We were looking at the photo albums in the library!"

"Yeah!" I caught on. "There are at least a dozen. It took us a while." I smiled stupidly. I'm glad Fluttershy didn't catch on... I don't know how she would respond to it.

I was desperate to change the subject. I stepped away from the messy counter and stove, turning to Ditzy. "Breakfast is ready!" I said, trying hard to suppress a burst of laughter.

Her face was just excellent. Her eyes dilated a little and her mouth opened slightly. I laughed when I saw her start ot smile. Soon we were all laughing... just like day one, I thought.

Speaking of, it's only been half a year since the first day. I don't really know what made me realize this, but I said it out loud. Dashie looked thoughtful for a second, then replied, "Yeah, I guess you're right. I've been counting by every Saturday, and I guess you have been here for that long. Weird, huh?" Uh-oh... I forgot. I needed to turn in my story.

"Anypony wanna get breakfast from someone who actually knows how to make breakfast?" I asked.

"I do."

"I do."

"Um..."

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