You stood outside the Sugar Cube Corner, second guessing yourself. “What if she’s busy or she doesn’t want to see me…” you say to nopony in particular. Just as you convince yourself to leave, the door to Sugar Cube Corner opens, making you freeze in your tracks. A pink earth pony with an equally pink mane resembling cotton candy stands in the doorway, smiling.

“Oh it’s you! The candy maker! Hiya! What brings you around this time?”

A lump forms in your throat and you try to find your words. “Uh, h-hi Pinkie. I’m working on a n-new recipe. I was wondering if you wanted to try it out.” Pinkie Pie smiles at the question. “Why do you even ask? Your candy’s good!” Letting out a sigh of relief, you walk into the kitchen with Pinkie and set down your saddlebags, making the contents rattle around inside.“What’chya bring this time?” Pinkie asks as she jumps up and down excitedly.

“Help yourself to what’s in there and tell me what you think.” You open the saddlebag, revealing a jar of at least a hundred brightly colored orbs, each about the size of a bit. Pinkie Pie reaches in and grabs a blue one. “Don’t mind if I do! I LOVE gumballs!”

“Wait Pinkie! Those aren’t gumballs, they’re-”

You couldn’t get the words out fast enough. Pinkie bites into the piece of candy and immediately howls out in pain.

“OWOWOWOW!”

Pinkie Pie bounced around the room, holding onto her jaw, yelling.

“Pinkie, are you alright?!?” you yell, grabbing a hold of her.

“I boke ma teef! I boke ma teef!”

“Open your mouth and let me see!” Pinkie opens her mouth gingerly and you give her teeth a once. You let out a sigh of relief when you don’t see any cracks or breaks.

“Nothing’s broken, you can calm down.”

Pinkie Pie closes her mouth and runs her tongue across her teeth. “That was SO mean! Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I’m sorry, but I was trying to tell you that bag had the jawbreakers in it. The other one has the gumballs. See?” you reach into the other saddlebag and pop the piece of candy into your mouth and bite down, only to yelp out in pain.

“What’s wrong?” Pinkie asks.

“I…I think I mixed up the batches again.” This wasn’t the first time you’ve done this. Last time, you brought over gumballs and you and Pinkie sucked on them all day, wondering why they weren’t getting any smaller.

Pinkie Pie can’t help but giggle. “You crazy colt, you. Serves you right.”

“I said I was sorry! What can I do to make it up to you?”

Pinkie Pie taps her hoof to her chin and looks like she’s thinking deeply.

“Aha!” she exclaims. “I need some help filling out an order for a wedding cake since Mr. and Mrs. Cake are out of town. Help me out and I MIGHT forgive you.”

You know Pinkie was teasing you from her tone and that she had already forgiven you. “I’d be more than happy to help. What do you need me to do?” Pinkie smiles and guides you over to a layout of ingredients, bowls, and utensils. “I’ll work on the cake batter and you work on the frosting. We can meet in the middle and be done before dinner!” You had made cupcakes with Pinkie before on numerous occasions, but a wedding cake seemed like it was going to be a little more difficult. Before you can ask Pinkie for any advice, she’s already knee deep in her work, mixing together the cake batter. Sighing, you look over the recipe for the frosting and try your best to follow it. It isn’t until half way through that you realize you added twice as much confectionary sugar.

“Oh don’t worry about that! Just double everything else and we can just eat whatever frosting is left over.” Pinkie says when you bring it up.

Just as Pinkie said, you two meet in the middle. By the time you finish up the frosting, Pinkie is taking the first layer of the wedding cake out of the oven and putting in the next one.

“Okay! We just need to wait for it to cool and we can start frosting. Speaking of which…” Pinkie dabs a hoof into the bowl of frosting and licks it. “Mmm! Good! Have you tried this?” she asks. You shake your head and she holds her hoof out t you and motions for you to lick off the remaining frosting. You blush heavily as your lips touch her hoof and lick up the frosting. “Uh, ya. Good.” you say, trying to turn away from her so she doesn’t see your bright red cheeks. You and Pinkie don’t say a word until the last of the layers of the wedding cake are baked and frosted.

“So Pinkie…” you begin as you take a step out of Sugar Cube Corner. The cake was done and needed to be delivered to the address. Your heart races a bit as you try to find the right words. You’ve had a crush on Pinkie since you first moved to Ponyville. She was so caring and generous and funny and… “I was wondering if you were doing anything tomorrow.” you ask. Pinkie thinks for a moment before shaking her head. “Nope, don’t think so. Why? What’s up?” You take a deep breath and collect yourself. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me.” Pinkie stops walking and looks at you, confused.

“Go out? You mean like a date?” she asks.

You nod your head quickly, seeing as though your throat was close to swelling shut from the panic. Pinkie stares at you with her big blue eyes and smiles. You can almost make out a slight blush. “I’d love to! Did you have any idea where?” Your stomach sinks into your hoofs as you realize you hadn’t planned it out this far.

“I...Uh… Well, did you have anything in mind that you wanted to do?”

Pinkie thinks for a moment before her eyes go wide and she gasps. “Ohmygosh I have the perfect idea! Listen, I’ll take care this! Meet me out by the lake at noon tomorrow!” she yells. Your heart goes aflutter. She’s said yes.

“Okay, I will!”

Pinkie smiles and gallops off, but just as she’s almost out of sight, you ask one more question.

“Is there anything I should bring? Or wear?” you well. You hear Pinkie say one word and for a moment you think she’s either kidding or you misheard her. But no, you hear her right and it makes no sense.

“Camouflage!”

You stand there, trying to figure out where in the world you would get camouflage. Asking around, you find yourself at the Carousel Boutique, standing in front of Rarity, who was measuring your body with a levitated tape measure. Rarity was going on about different styles of camouflage clothing for different outdoor environments, but you tuned her out, thinking about Pinkie and the date. Pinkie had always been a little strange to you and was even stranger, according to her friends.

“Well? Are you going to answer my question?” Rarity asks, a little annoyed at the prospect of being ignored.

“Uhh, what was the question?” you ask with a sheepish smile on your face. Rarity sighs.

“I said ‘Why exactly do you need this?’ I mean, it’s not every day that somepony waltzes into my shop and requests for something in outdoor apparel.”

You blush at the question. “Uh well, it’s kind of for well, a date. She told me to wear it.”

Rarity gasps. “Oooooohhh! Who’s the lucky pony? Is it somepony I know?”

You nod once. “Y-yeah.”

“Oh is it Berry Punch? Or Aloe? Lyra? Bon-Bon?” Rarity rattles through a few more name, some you haven’t heard of, but you shake your head.

“Well then who is it?” Rarity asks, defeated.

You smile as you think of the pony you’re courting “Pinkie Pie.”

Rarity’s mouth hangs open. “Pinkie Pie? Are you serious? I’ve never seen her as the dating type... Well, I’m happy for the both of you. Now hold still, I just have a few more measurements to make.”

Rarity finishes up the measurements and lets you know that it will be ready for you tomorrow morning. Taking your leave, you head home and set your alarm clock for six AM. You don’t fall asleep until late into the night, too excited for the next day.

A sunbeam from your window shines onto your face, waking you up from a peaceful night’s sleep. Glancing at your alarm clock, your eyes go wide and your heart races. You had to meet Pinkie in under an hour.

“OH NO I OVERSLEPT!”