“Hey! Come on Wasp, the spot is just a few more feet away!” Spike shouted back to his yellow pony friend.
 
“Coming Spike! Hold on though, you’re going to fast!” She shouted back at him.
 
“And we’re here!” He shouted once more. “This is perfect.”
 
“What are we doing here anyway Spike?” Wasp inquired to the dragon. “It’s the middle of the night, all of PonyVille’s asleep by now.”
 
“I just thought you could use some quiet time.” He responded. “You’re always so busy being an ‘Avenger’, fighting all the time and running around. I realized you hardly have time for yourself.”
 
The yellow pony stared at Spike confused, then she smiled. “Thank you so much for thinking about me, that’s very sweet of you.”
 
“So hey, come sit down Wasp.” Spike requested, finding a patch of damp grass to rest on.
 
“Oh! Okay.” Wasp found herself at patch of grass and softly descended. She took a glance at her dragon friend, who seemed to be gazing at the sky, she, in turn, did the same.
 
“Wow…..” The mare gasped quietly. “This is…beautiful…”
 
“I know.” Said Spike. “I had a feeling you would like something like this. Stargazing is always an enchanting experience.”
 
Wasp continued to stare at the night sky. Each and every star twinkled in some sort of rhythm, almost as if they were dancing. Her mind began to wander, she began to think about Spike. They had met unexpectedly and they didn’t mind each others’ company after awhile. She suddenly wondered about whether or not they had become more than friends, looking back at how much more they spent time with each other. Wasp cared for Spike, he was kind, caring, a gentleman, and looking out for her best interests. Yes, he could be rather annoying, always going over the top and constantly asking if her could help with certain tasks, but that doesn’t mean he has a bad heart, everypony has flaws in one form or another, you just had to get past those flaws to gain some sort of mutual relationship. The yellow mare felt a small hand place itself on top of Wasp’s knee, snapping her out of thought. It was Spike.
 
“You know I care for you, right Wasp?” Spike asked.
 
“I know, I care for you to.” She responded.
 
“Would you be okay if I told you I love you?” Spike questioned.
 
Wasp was now fully awake, the whole time she had been fighting sleep. Was Spike being serious? All this time, Wasp had been feeling some sort of strange connection that was more than friendship toward the dragon, and with what Spike just said now, her feelings had some to here like a wave during a hurricane.
 
“I love you to Spike.” Wasp stated quietly.
 
Without anything said to one another after that comment, the pony and the dragon leaned on one another, it was a wordless statement between the two. They more than cared for each other, the felt love.