Ponyville, Carousel Boutique:

Sweetie Belle was in a predicament. While it wasn't one of her sister's "Worst. Possible. Thing!"-level predicaments, it was pretty darn close in Sweetie's opinion. If she were to be honest, Sweetie would coin and label the newly arisen predicament as the "Slightly less then the Worst. Possible. Thing!". This had all started just last night, Sweetie remembered, with just a dream. A very odd dream at that. In it, there was her sister as the Wicked Witch of the West, who Sweetie still didn't understand just because of this little exchange

"You killed my sister! And for that, I shall lay a hex on you!" Rarity cackled with a pointing of her hoof, completing the stereotype.

"I'M YOUR SISTER!" Sweetie yelled in disbelief, a headache rapidly forming.

"I have no sister, except the one you killed, Horribelle, the Wicked Witch of the East!" Rarity retorted.

If that wasn't strange enough, there was one of Sweetie's two archenemies and tormenters Silver Spoon (Who was MUCH nicer then usual, which should have been Sweetie's first clue it was a dream.) as a mayor of a town of very tiny ponies and a Zorro-like Scootaloo who said and I'm quoting directly here....

"My name is Scootaloo Montoya, you killed my parents and my sister Rainbow Dash of Cloudsdale. Prepare to die!"

Yeah, that. Just that. That was what you might think would have been the weirdest part of the dream for poor Sweetie. Well, you'd be wrong. The weirdest bit would have to be when Scootaloo kissed her, claiming it was for good luck and part of Cloudsdale's culture. ...Yeah, that pretty much hit the bell and rung it on Sweetie's own personal weirdometor.

And the worse part was, ever since then Sweetie had been feeling odd things for Scootaloo, having her heart beat faster when around her, or blushing when Scootaloo gave her hugs. It'd been going on like this for a week now, and normally Sweetie could hide it but no longer as shown what happened just the day before during one of the CMC's regular meetings.

Yesterday, CMC Clubhouse: Sweet Apple Acres

It was a bright and sunny day at the Clubhouse, and all three members of the little trio known to the town of Ponyville as the Cutie Mark Crusaders intended to make the most of it in the search for their marks.

"So, any of y'all offering up ideas for what we should do this time?" Apple Bloom asked, with a board of failed attempts behind her which included but were not limited to cake baking, (All three shuddered at that memory) animal care, and the solving of the myth of the Derpy-Name Switcheroo.

"Huh, Rainbow Dash mentioned rollerblading was pretty awesome so maybe we could try that." Scootaloo suggested, and earned a gaping from Apple Bloom.

"Don't we all need some kind of fancy-smancy safety equipment for all of that?" Apple Bloom asked dryly before adding in "None of which y'all own? So really, doing that would be stupider then cornering a skunk in the bushes."

"I agree with Apple Bloom, I value my safety." Sweetie agreed nodding along with her friend as she spoke in a more nervous tone. Scootaloo sighed in resignation, she supposed her friends were right.

"...Fine, but we're running out of ideas here! Pretty much everypony else in our class has got one, and I don't want Diamond Tiara and Silver Spoon to be lording that over us for who-knows how many years!" Scootaloo exclaimed, somewhat anxious. Sweetie brought her into a hug, even as her heart beat a little faster while doing so.

"We'll get our marks eventually, you know how long it took my sis to get hers." Sweetie reassured with a blush on her face, even as Scootaloo shared that same blush as she looked at her friend worryingly. Apple Bloom eyed them both and smirked, she saw perfectly well what was happening in front of her own two eyes and she chuckled to herself with it going unheard. She'd seen this before whenever Ms. Cheerilee stared at her older brother, or when Rainbow stared at a poster of Soarin Skies from the Wonderbolts.

"Y-You really think so?" Scootaloo asked.

"Yeah, call it a "Lady's Intuition." Sweetie answered in a mock high class tone of voice remembering her sister's form of speaking, making Apple Bloom giggle. Scootaloo gave her friend a deadpan look.

"But you're not even a lady yet." Scootaloo said in a deadpan tone to match her facial expression. Sweetie huffed and held her nose up high as she answered "But I will be someday."

Scootaloo giggled and booped her friend on the nose, making Sweetie's blush become more obvious as Scootaloo commented "But not just yet."

Sweetie groaned as she went down for breakfast, with the familiar smell of pancakes reaching her nostrils. Rarity had learned long ago, that whenever Sweetie came to visit, it was best to get up early and cook otherwise anything resembling food would almost certainly NOT be editable in the slightest. After all, there was this incident from when Rarity first filly-sat her sister...

(Adapted from Sisterhooves Social, written by Cindy Morrow)

"Rarity! Rrgh, you ruined the surprise! I was gonna serve you breakfast in bed!" Sweetie cried as she saw her sister use a fire extinguisher to put out the burning pan on the stove. Rarity then let out a long low sigh of exasperation as she took in the scene in front of her. Cooking, this counted not.

"Well, G'Morning Rarity!" Sweetie's and Rarity's father Magnum greeted with a smile and a wave. "I'll have you know that Sweetie Belle here cooked this yummy lookin' breakfast all on her own."

"I... figured. I didn't know you could burn juice." Rarity replied dryly, but her parents seemed to have missed her sarcasm entirely.

"I've been giving her lessons. I wouldn't be surprised if she's got a cutie mark in fancy cooking by the time we get back from our vacation." Cookie replied with a cheery smile as Rarity groaned to herself.

Present Time...

Rarity hummed "Walking on Sunshine" by Sapphire Shores and the Ocean to herself as she worked away at the stove. Her head turned, just in time to see Sweetie walking into the room rubbing her eyes, as the filly was still half-asleep.

"Well, good morning Sweetie!" Rarity chimed as she placed the finished pancakes and orange juice (This time not burnt all to Tartarus) on the dining table as Sweetie sat down. Her face was still red from remembering the little incident with Scootaloo yesterday, and Rarity's keen eyes didn't let this go unseen. She frowned in concern and felt her sister's forehead.

"You alright Sweetie, haven't come down with that nasty flu have you?" She asked, but found her own question answered as no heat was felt. Rarity then had a idea come to her mind and let a devious smile come to her face.

"Wait... Don't tell me." Rarity began, and Sweetie braced herself for what was to come. And come it did.

"My little baby sis has a cruuuussshhh!" Rarity squealed and clapped her front hooves in glee as Sweetie looked as if she wanted to die of embarrassment right then and there.

"No, I don't have a crush! N-Nothing's wrong with me, a-absolutely nothing!" Sweetie stammered in denial but Rarity didn't look as if she believed her sister for a moment. She knew her all too well, and knew when she was lying even if Sweetie herself didn't know if she was lying so to speak.

"Oh darling, there's nothing wrong with having a crush." Rarity reassured before going off into a tale that Sweetie quickly began to pretend not to hear. Actually, she wished it was more then just pretend.

"Why, when I was your age..." Rarity trailed off as Sweetie groaned to herself and hit her head on the table landing muzzle first in her pancakes.

Sweetie's Room, later that very same night...

That night, as Sweetie drifted off into the throes of the world of dreams she found herself in a small town, at a concert as wind whistled through the trees around her. On the stage, smoke drifted covering the figures with instruments strapped to them, one with a guitar behind the microphone, another playing the keyboards and a third behind the drum kit. A fourth unknown, a colt if his figure was to be any indication played a bass. And Sweetie could have swore she saw Princess Luna manning the stage's sound controls alongside Vinyl Scratch. And then there was Rainbow Dash in the crowd her manestyle making her easily visible as she went on with the cheering as she was yelling out "Let's get this freaking party started!"

Then, as if to oblige her request the heavy, almost thunderous sounding guitars began, much to the delight of the roaring crowd and for some reason Sweetie found herself cheering along...

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JObl7DEgSDM

Sweetie's eyes widened as she saw who exactly was on stage playing out the notes on the guitar. It was a older Scootaloo alright, obvious by her orange coat and wings along with her purple mane, and now that she looked at herself Sweetie was a bit older as well judging by her longer mane style, a seventeen year old if she had to guess with Scootaloo being slightly older.

Scootaloo was accompanied by a mare who could only be recognized as Trixie in full magician get-up who was jamming away on the keys, while an certain wash-out from the Wonderbolts Academy named Lightning Dust who played the drums. Finally, a thrumming bass beat came from a chocolate furred colt in a leather jacket about Sweetie's dream world age. Rainbow Dash whooped and hollered at Scootaloo's playing while all the while, a few female colts swooned at the bassist's playing and fainted while males wolf-whistled making Sweetie feel jealous for some unexplained reason.

As if to add to things and her own shock, Sweetie couldn't control her own actions, as she banged along to the thrill of Scootaloo's almost seductive lyrics that sung about casting a spell on her and falling into a dark devotion. But as soon as the final verse sounded, everypony on stage threw down some explosive magic smoke as Scootaloo leaped into her forelegs and gave her a searing kiss on the muzzle...

Sweetie awoke with sweat running down her face and panting from the dream as a rooster crowed in the background. Sweetie felt her sheets right then and her eyes widened. That certainly wasn't water she felt on them, not with how it felt. With this, Sweetie stuffed her head into her pillow as deeply as she could and groaned. What the hay was wrong with her?

Then Rarity's words from when she told her older sister about her little moment between her and Scootaloo came back to her.

"My little baby sis has a cruuuussshhh!"

Sweetie was horror-struck at the possibility. Yep, this was definitely in that "Slightly less then the Worst. Possible. Thing!" territory I mentioned before for the youngest Belle sibling.

"No, it couldn't be that, I just couldn't have feelings for one of my very best friends!" Sweetie mused. It JUST could not be that! ...Could it?

(Chapter End)

Author's Notes:

Okay, so as Broken Diamond only has one more chapter left in it for me to write next week (I'm rather sad about that.) I decided to go ahead and release this! Anyways... so, yeah... Sweetie really hasn't figured it out yet that she's in love and's denying the hell out of it, despite Rarity and Apple Bloom catching on pretty quick what's going on and knowing better. And we don't even know what Scootaloo thinks, which is why the next chapter will be focused on her.So, what did you think of the first chapter, especially the little dream sequence at the end (I promise, it won't be the last). Any comments, or real problems you have with the story?

Also, if anyone is wondering why Lightning Dust is playing rock music, I have this odd little headcanon of her being a musician before or after she washed out of the Wonderbolts, and as for the other bandmate with the bass guitar, he's a cameo of one of my OCs from Broken Diamond. If you've read that, you might be able to guess who he is.

Plus, if any of you can catch the other Broken Diamond reference you get a virtual hug and a cookie from me!

And just for fun, I'm going to include the other Hex Girls song from the Witch's Ghost:

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_F5z9mUWOUM

(Just asking, but if anyone needs me to tone down the scene with Sweetie finding out what her sheets are covered with to still keep it Teen just tell me please.)