Please, please. . . I'm begging you, let me sleep!  I only want to forget about her just PLEASE!

Spike laid there in a cold sweat as he did for the past three weeks, begging his mind to allow him relief from his emotional pain in the physical world in exchange for something better in the world of unconsciousness.  He tossed in turned for what seemed like an eternity to him, when in reality, it was only a few minutes.  He had done everything from working himself to exhaustion to simply smoking hayweed to help him fall asleep; but the result was always the same.  He moved from his bed to look out to the dark blue sky of night to look at the glistening starlight that dotted the shroud of darkness.

Spike had grown into his body, thanks to maturity. His once small and pudgy body has grown in length to the size of a colt and has become more serpentine and muscular.  The once rounded spikes on his head and back have sharpened into pointed spines that bended slightly backwards.  His face has become more defined as he aged, and more teeth hanged out of his mouth as a result as well, however he had noticed these changes, and so did the residents of the small town of Ponyville, it was hard not to when the same being nearly destroyed said town. The residents didn't drive him out of town, but they were extremly cautious when his birthday rolled around.  Spike was a little hurt at first, but when his best friend, Twilight, explained how he had already been fully grown, the residents began to settle, and so did Spike.

However, Spike could not settle down, not this time; and how could he?  After what he had discovered, he began to think he would never be able to sleep ever again, and it all began on the night that all of Ponyville decided not to sleep. . .

Spike could feel the pulsating, repeatitive bassline as a very chilled sounding guitar played along with it, all the while, a synth masqueraded as a violin accompanied the song.  There were flashing colours everywhere as it provided the only source of light in Sugercube Corner, the premire party destination of Ponyville.  Spike was in attendance, of course, but he had only one goal in mind that he was determined to accomplish; to tell Rarity that he loved her.

He managed to locate her on the dance floor in the main lobby of the shop as the flashing lights made her rhythmic dancing seemed to appear in stop-motion, she looked just as beautiful as ever.  Spike managed to take a deep breath and cautiously walked over to her proximity, though she didn't seem to notice his exsistance, so he decided to speak up.

"R-Rarity. . . hey, RARITY!" Spike shouted over the vocals to the song just loud enough for Rarity to open her sapphire eyes and turn towards Spike's general direction.

"Oh, hello Spike, how are you, darling?" Rarity asked.

"I'm good, I'm good." he replied, "Say, Rarity, there's something I gotta tell you."

"What is it?" she asked in a curious tone.

"Well," he paused as he took another deep breath, "I-"

"Hey, Rarity, how's it going?" A brown earth pony with a darker shaded brown mane asked the snow white unicorn, interrupting Spike as a result.  Spike could only wonder who this stallion was and how he knew Rarity.

"Oh, Spike, I want you to meet Doctor Whooves, my new coltfriend." she stated.  Spike was completly shocked to say the least, he couldn't believe what he just heard.

Rarity. . . with someone else, the sheer thought made Spike wanted to break down crying, set the stallion on fire, or both.  He had to get out of here NOW.

"What was it you wanted to tell me Spike?"  Rarity asked after she introduced Spike to the doctor, not that he noticed.

"Uh, Rarity, I-I think I might of eaten a bad cupcake. I need t-to go, now" Spike said as his voice started to crack and his eyes grew watery.

"Hey, Spike, are you okay?" Doctor Whooves asked in a concern tone, but Spike was already out of ear shot to hear him, not that he would of answered anyway.  Spike opened to an unusually cold night in Ponyville,as if it sort of knew how Spike was feeling and was taunting him of it.  He made his way through the streets until he came to the familiar tree house that he and Twilight called home.  He opened the door to find that the house was empty, so he closed the door and fell straight to the floor to cry hysterically.  He must of cried for hours, and how could he not?  The love of his life had just indirectly told him she wasn't interested in him!  He decided to go to the bedroom to get some sleep.  He managed to get in the bed that laid adjacent to Twilight's, but he kept falling in and out of sleep, and before he knew it, morning had come.  

After awhile, he just stayed awake, but he didn't dare tell Twilight about it, she had more important things to worry about than how Spike felt on something, so he just stayed awake.

Spike began to squint as a new light began to form over the horizon, the sun was coming up, which ment a new day started, and more noticable bags compounded under his eyes.  He made his way back to the bed to create the illusion that he slept last night to Twilight.  He could hear sheets rustling minutes later and moments after that, he felt a hoof shake his body from the otherside of the blanket.

"Spike." Twilight said in a hushed tone, "Get up, we got work to do today."

"Okay, just let me rest for one or two more minutes." he replied.  

Twilight had taken note of the heavy bags under Spike's eyes the past few days and with a quick "Alright." she trotted down the stairs to start her day's work.  Spike did nothing but lie down for the past few minutes, but he needed time to recover.  However, there's not enough time in Equestria that can mend his wounds.

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