The yellow to my blue

Butterscotch bit his lip as he walked through the small orchard that lead to the arial physical education grounds. It really was just a big plane of flat clouds with different activities set up. He had always hated P.E because even though his wings were average and he could fly properly, He still was not very good at it. He was neither fast, nor agile and had no idea how to do any of the stuff the other, more advanced students did.

Butterscotch watched as one of the sixth forms glide by as he thought, she had short, blue hair gelled to stay upright as if to say "hey, my hair defies gravity, what does your's do?"

Either way he knew her name, they all did, Soarine, the most talented flyer in the school, the one who has been chosen to move up to the wonderbolt's academy next year.

She gave him a quick wave and a grin before she pulled up again to do some more acrobatics. He timidly waved back but didn't know if she saw him. He blew a few strands of his long, pastel pink hair out of his face and quietly sit down in the shade of an elm.

Butterscotch looked at the others of his kind, the winged, and felt kind of left out. He much preferred it on the ground and didn't think he would ever get the knack of flying. So he didn't really connect with the others of his kind, and was always friends with the other two, the unicorn descendants and the earth pony descendants. He gently pulled the sleeves of his yellow hoodie over his pale hands and hugged his knees to his chest as to create himself some comfort.

He was just drifting off when He heard a low voice shouting.

"Hey! You! Scrawny kid with the pink hair, pull yourself together and fly for once!" Butterscotch could only assume he was talking to him and sure enough there he was, the coach, stomping towards Scotch with an angry look on his face.

As he finally reached him he grabbed the collar of his shirt and dragged him off of the floor. He growled threateningly at Scotch and dragged him, still by his collar, to the agility hoops.

"Fly through some of these kid, jeez!" He said a little too loudly as he planted him on the spot and let go of his collar.

As he walked away Scotch heard some laughter coming from behind him. He whizzed around to see a group of people his age smirking at him. He was, of course, as red as a beet root. He saw no other option as he was, well, being watched by a very angry instructor and some giggly year 11s, so he sighed reluctantly and stretched his wings properly before he took off to fly through the first hoop.

He flew through all the hoops several times quite easily, and so decided to go faster. Scotch was not an adrenaline junkee, but he didn't mind a challenge, so he got at his fastest pace, darting through the first, second, third hoop. Fourth, fifth, six- and he collided into something blue that was flying very, very fast. Scotch and the thing he crashed into tumbled down towards the ground and landed with a loud THUD. Thank Solaris clouds are soft.

He opened his eyes to see that he was on top of, looking face down, at a blue shirt. His eyes trailed up from the shirt to see a boy his age that was glaring very angrily at him. He hurriedly stumbled off of him, blushing like mad, but fell back down. The boy stood up and turned to Scotch. He narrowed his eyes at him and grabbed his hoodie collar. He pulled him aggressively off the floor. That was the second time that had happened.

"I- I- I'm r- really sorry!!!" Scotch stuttered helplessly.

"You fucking well should be" the boy spat the words at Scotch and dragged him over to the wall that blocked the school off from some houses on the other side of the perimeter of the clouds.

He violent shoved him up against the wall and pined him there with one hand. With the other he turned it into a fist and drew it back. Scotch closed his eyes, waiting for the pain to come. It wasn't the first time he'd been punched.

But the pain never came. Instead the boy slammed the palm of his hand on the wall next to him. His eyes were piercing, and calculating as he stared at Scotch, taking every last detail in about him. And as He looked at him for the first time Scotch saw how handsome he actually was.

He had short, choppy, rainbow coloured hair. His eyes were big and a deep shade of magenta. His eyebrows were dark which gave him an almost mischievous expression. And his cheekbones!

They stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity, all the while his face was getting closer, and closer, so that their noses were almost touching. Scotch could feel his warm breath on his cheek. The boy gave him a playful smile and said in a cocky voice

"you're cute, ya know that?"

"I- um..." Scotch mumbled incoherently.

The boy let go of his gip on him and He slid down the wall, onto the grass. The boy stood above him, looking down on him.

"What's your name?" He asked inquisitively.

"Butterscotch" Scotch whisper sheepishly.

"What was that?" He asked, cupping a hand to his ear.

"I didn't quite hear ya cutie pie!" He added. Scotch whimpered high pitched at the name 'cutie pie' but raised his voice to a normal person's.

"My name is Butterscotch." He said.

"Oh! Well, I have to take off now, get back to flying, but have a good day Butterscotch!" He unfolded his, larger than average, wings and was about to fly off when he turned around and grinned at Scotch saying.

"I'm Rainbow Blitz, by the way!" And with that he flew off, at a tremendous speed.

And Scotch was left alone here, sitting against a wall, blushing like a girl.