[Author's note: Sorry for the mini-chapter last time. I was in a hurry, about to go somewhere. I hope this clears things up a bit!]

    I had an unbelievable amount of luck today. I woke up at just the right time to go for a morning fly (yeah, I'm just gonna call it that) and Ditzy Doo was at my mailbox, delivering a small envelope. I had to explain a few things to her (it was, after all, Friday morning).

    "Hey, Ditzy," I said, accidentally startling her. Her hoof was in the mailbox when it happened, and it hit the top. It made a huge clanging noise.

    "Oh, gosh! I'm sorry! Are you okay?" I was worried. "Do you need ice, or...?"

    "No," she seemed confused, "why?"

    I shook my head (taking weird crap in stride) and continued. "Um... I don't think I can... can I postpone our date until... Sunday, maybe?" She was shocked, and then turned away. "No, Ditzy, I still - I want to have our date, but I don't have any money right now." Jeez, that was blunt.

    She turned back, all bad feelings erased. (Wow!) "Oh, yeah, I heard Rainbow Dash is in the hospital. How are you doing by yourself?" A thought hit me: Ditzy wasn't portrayed as sweet or thoughtful (or even very eloquent at speech) on Earth. But her she was, in front of me, being all three. I just wanted to propose, or kiss her, or something. But I couldn't.

    "Star?" she said, her soft voice bringing me back from my thoughts. "How are you doing by yourself?" she reiterated.

    "Oh, um... fine," I said, hoping she wouldn't want more.

    She didn't. "Wait..." she said, thinking. "How about we don't go anywhere for our date? Then it could still be tonight." She must have really wanted to spend time with me.

    I blushed deeply. "That would be excellent." I said finally. Before she flew away, though, I thought of something else: "Ditzy?" She stopped. "Would you like to accompany me to visit Rainbow Dash?"

    She turned and smiled. "Can I finish my mail route?" I didn't respond. "I'll be right back." she flew off somewhere into the center of Cloudsdale. I grinned. Any time I could get to spend time with her was excellent. Everything today was excellent. So much excellency.

    In fact, I began to ready myself immediately. I put on a watch and a symbolic necklace. I couldn't wear any clothes, because the suit Rarity had made me was in the wash (I wore it at the funeral). I readied myself quickly, and I was sitting in the living room on a comfortable cloud chair, browsing through 'Ponyville: A Tourist's Guide' when I heard a knock at the door.

    I greeted Ditzy warmly, even though it had been about two hours. She was dressed in a flowing purple and blue evening dress that seemed, actually, perfect for the evening. "Hi, Ditzy," I said, "ready to go?"

    She nodded, her eyes bouncing a bit. I grabbed the lunch basket I prepared. As we flew off to the south, we began talking about clouds and the color purple, and then we came upon the subject of Dashie.

    "I noticed something about Rainbow Dash," she said rather sulkily, "and I don't think she likes me very much." To my surprise, Ditzy looked really downcast by this.

    I couldn't lie to her, because I know what happens when you do that to anyone. But I also couldn't tell her the truth. I didn't know why Dashie didn't like Ditzy, and I tried to reply. "Sh- when she, uh... I wish I could answer you," I finally said, truthfully.

    We arrived at the hospital a few minutes later, having traveled at a slow, meandering pace. Since that comment, neither of us had spoken. As we entered room 28, I felt her head rest on my shoulder. I continued walking, Ditzy by my side, until we reached her bedside. She was still sleeping, and no doubt she needed it because of the healing her leg would be going through.

    Dashie's eyes opened slowly, and her head turned as far as it could towards me. She still actually looked like normal, with a sleek baby-blue coat and a semi-messy rainbow mane. Although she was still waking up, Ditzy tried to speak to her. "Hi, Rainbow Dash!" she said (cheerfully?)

    I put my hoof over her mouth quickly. I guess I just fall for the dumb ones, I thought. [Author's note: nothing I write is a shot to blondes. Ditzy Doo is just blonde, okay?]

    I put my hoof gently on Dashie's shoulder. She didn't seem to care whether Ditzy was there, but she ushered me in closer. "Have a nice date, Dad..." she whispered, and fell back into a deep sleep.

    Ditzy gasped. "What happened? Did she go into a coma?"

    "She fell asleep," I laughed. We laughed quietly together, standing by Dashie's bedside. Then Ditzy stopped us.

    "So..." she tried to stop laughing, her eyes rolling comically. "Ready to go?" she queried, looking directly at me with her beautiful golden eyes. They were crossed diagonally, one upwards, one downwards.

    I grinned.

    Our first stop was a large field outside of Ponyville. I noticed in the Tourist's Guide book that it was a huge meadow full of flowers. I had packed boiled noodles and apples, with a cherry pie as dessert. "Not much, I know," I commented to Ditzy, "but it was pretty much all that was in the fridge."

    We sat there, talking. I slipped up quite a few times (I'm not the smoothest pony), but Ditzy didn't seem to notice. I was just so happy to be there with Ditzy, and even happier that she loved to be with me. I couldn't wait until the next day.

    After lunch, I planned on going to Pinkie Pie for a suggestion (I had no idea in the least of how to do anything fun), but it turns out we didnt need her for this. We stayed in the field until five, just talking and flying around, just... having fun.

    I didn't know I was capable of this. I wasn't being demeaning or mean or inappropriate (as I always seemed to be on dates in college), but really very charismatic. We talked about my stories, her mail route, and the fact that I called Rainbow Dash Dashie.

    Of course, after that, I had to explain the entire story to her, which took much longer than I thought. By the time we returned to Ditzy's house (frickin' mansion), it was already 6:45, 7:00. The sun was low in the sky, casting long shadows over Cloudsdale (and Ditzy's doorstep).

    "Thanks for bringing me home," she said. "I was wondering, it's getting late, so... Would you like to stay for dinner?"

    I wanted to refuse, but my stomach said yes before I could say no. "I can hear that!" Ditzy said, smiling widely. "Come on in for supper. I insist."

    Even though it wasn't romantic by sight, I felt a ton of romance in my heart. We were in a (normally-lit) room, sitting across from each other (at an averagely sized table), in front of a roaring... oven. I tried not to laugh at the sheer irony of it all.

    Within ten minutes, Ditzy had pulled potatoes au gratin out of the oven. That was really fast. We sat and ate, talking and laughing. It seemed as though we couldnt run out of things to talk about. I loved it. We had such alike views, and Ditzy brought ideas to me and I to her. We simply enjoyed each other's company.

    When it was time for me to leave, it was nearly ten. As I left the house, though, Ditzy turned my head towards her and she kissed me, full on the lips, for four seconds. It felt longer.

    My heart was screaming. I was dazed. She closed the door quietly behind me, and I flew with what seriousness I had left to the house. I fell asleep happy. Next Chapter: Chapter Fourteen - Bro Estimated time remaining: 54 Minutes