After about a day I was completely willing to let it all go. I was just seeing things the way I wanted to see them. I began to realize I just couldn't accept that Rainbow Dash might have a different preference. Did that make me a terrible friend? If finding out the truth about a friend makes you like them less, does that mean you were never their friend to begin with?

        No, I didn't like Rainbow Dash less. She would always be my friend. This wouldn't change anything. Or at least, it shouldn't change anything. If it did, I'd be the worst friend ever.

        But then...there was Fluttershy. Was this her preference, too? She's always spent so much time tending to wild animals that such a thought never even occurred to me. But perhaps, then, it had never occurred to her, either. Perhaps her friendship with Rainbow Dash went farther than admiration and gratitude.

        It all added up to Pinkie Pie's conclusion. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

        When I awoke, it was from Spike walking in the front door of the Ponyville library. He seemed dismayed to say the least.

        "What's wrong?" I asked.

        "Nothing...I just want to be alone..."

        I frowned. I'd never seen Spike like this before. In fact, the only thing that could put him in this kind of mood was...