The Melancholic Life Of Soarin'

Soarin' flopped on his bed out of breath and heavily breathing. His blood flowing through his veins like himself not even 10 minutes ago. He had just finished a show with the Wonderbolts in Cloudsdale, his home town. He loved preforming there but that only put Soarin in a situation that he hated, he would have to deal with not going to the the after party and the paparazzi on his flank, witch he hated a lot. Soarin was shy almost all the time except when he preformed in front of other ponies, he just lost himself in the bliss of flight, he loved it so much.

He was really out of breath today because he was chased by the paparazzi nearly half way home. He didn't even have enough time to get changed out of his Wonderbolts uniform. He was a sweaty mess underneath the costume so he got up and he decided to take a shower. He troted over to the bathroom and peeled the uniform off his moist fur and tossed it aside. As he walked towards the shower he stopped and looked in the mirror that he had. His fur was matted down in places and the rest of his fur was glistening with sweat. His mane was a mess, it looked like a mini bomb went off in it. His tail was about the same but it was still a mess. Soarin' sighed and said "I'm a wreck" defeat was extremely present in his voice. After Soarin' started the water and slid under it he finally got a chance to relax.

Soarin' was now under the steaming hot water relaxing and  then Soarin' started thinking. He thought about how the paparazzi chasing him to his home, he thought about how awkward he would have been at the after party. All these thoughts were normal to him because he always did this. But this time it felt different...in fact it was different. All the other Wonderbolts were use to him going straight home and they completely under stood why he didn't like all the attention. But it was different because there was a new Wonderbolt and she might not have understood why Soarin' took off and all that jazz. She has been to busy training and practicing for her first Wonderbolt show, nopony could really tell her what was up with anything, she was just so focused all the time. Soarin' knew that he would have to go back and tell her tomorrow back at the Wonderbolts HQ.

Soarin' gritted his teeth with anger but at the same time he was saying to him self "I should have just told her myself." but at the same time he knew he couldn't because he would just come into a 10 foot radius of her and just turn around and trot the other way like he had never approached her in the first place. Soarin' then thought of all the nice times they had together before she was on the team. Like the time she saved him from almost certain death while he was trying to save somepony else at the best young flyer competition. Then he thought of the time where he danced with her at the wedding of Shining Armour and Princess Cadence, it was an awkward highlight for him. But last but certainly not least, the night the should have won him an Oscar for best actor, the night of the first Grand Galloping Gala that she had attended. She had tried talking to him a Spitfire but they kept on getting dragged away by other ponies, Soarin' had yet apologized for that night.

By the time his memories had gone through his head he had gotten out of the shower and dried off. Soarin' looked at the clock, the time read 12:24. Soarin' let out a yawn and dove onto his bed. He quickly got comfortable and started to doze off. but the last thing the went through Soarin's head was how cool the name was of the mare he was thinking of.....Rainbow Dash.