Hurricane got stuck with Whirlwind. Maybe they thought it fitting, or maybe they just didn't want to sleep with him. Not that he wanted to sleep with any of them, especially not Draft, but it did hurt his feelings a bit. Just a bit. So, Hurricane headed up to his room to sleep early. He wasn't expecting Whirlwind to follow him, but she did. Not noticing, he just jumped in the bed and pulled the blankets over him. All of a sudden, he felt somepony else get in the bed. He frowned, and rolled over. He was startled when he saw Whirlwind staring back into his eyes. "Wh-what're you doing!?" He stuttered.

"Well, I was stuck with you, wasn't I?"

Regaining his composure, Hurricane sighed and rolled his eyes. "I guess." He rolled back around.

Whirlwind stared at the back of his head for a moment. The tension between the two was still high. After deciding not to say anything yet, she rolled over too. Unintentionally, she rubbed her flank against his. They both blushed, Hurricane turning a light shade of pink, and Whirlwind turned red. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Hurricane spoke up. "What was that for?"

"I'm sorry... I just rolled over, and..."

"It's fine, it was just... warm. And weird."

The tension that was between them turned into another awkward silence, Hurricane realizing what he had just said.

Whirlwind giggled a bit. "Warm?"

Hurricane blushed an even lighter pink. "Uh...."

Whirlwind rolled over and smiled at the back of his head. Hurricane rolled over too. They stared into each other's eyes for a moment and then looked away. Whirlwind blushed even more, but Hurricane couldn't. Hurricane grinned. "I guess we should get some sleep then."

Whirlwind also grinned. "Yeah, I guess so too."

They rolled back over, the blush slowly fading from their cheeks. They fell asleep slowly, still grinning.

The next day, Hurricane woke up with his mane sticking in different directions. Whirlwind also woke up with a crazy manestyle, but hers was up in an odd cowlick. Hurricane sat up, yawning and looking to Whirlwind. He laughed, pointing at her mane. She also sat up, looking at her own mane. When she looked to his, she laughed too. The awkwardness and tension being completely gone, they both felt like it could be easy to be friends. Hurricane heard somepony trotting down the hallway, pausing right outside the door.

"Sounds like you two are friends now." It was Draft.

Whirlwind rolled her eyes, obviously assuming he had meant something else. "Yeah, Colonel. We're friends now. That a problem?" She said sarcastically.

"No, no. Just checking up ob you two. Don't get too friendly with him, Whirlwind. He's leaving today."

Whirlwind and Hurricane had both forgot about this. Whirlwind looked to Hurricane, with a hint of dissapointment. She got up and trotted out into the hallway, following Draft. It seemed Stencil had been up for a while, because he smelled a hint of eggs in the air. Getting out of the bed, he sighed.

"Well, that was a bit awkward," he said to himself, plainly stating the obvious.

He trotted out to the hallway, looked to his left where his parent's room was, and stared. Contemplating whether or not to go in, he stayed silent. After a few moments, he shook his head and trotted down the stairs. Entering the living room immediately, he turned on the radio like he did every morning. After adjusting the knobs on the front, he heard the voice of a Caneighdian reporter listing all the names of the ponies who had been killed or have been missing. He hoped every day that he wouldn't hear one of his friend's names.

As the reporter listed off the names, Hurricane sat down in his rolling chair(which he conveniently named "Roley") and listened. Staring at the radio, he didn't notice Stencil coming up behind him with a plate of eggs.

"I made you some eggs, Mister Hurricane."

Hurricane raised and eyebrow, spinning around. "Who gave you permission to use my stovetop, Stencil?"

Stencil blinked. Standing perfectly still, she just stared at Hurricane, blinking every few seconds.

"No one..."

Hurricane laughed. "It's fine. You made me breakfast. Thank you."

Stencil levitated the plate in front of him, frowning at his seemingly unpredictable sarcastic jokes. "Y-you're... welcome?"

Hurricane smiled at her, then turned to his eggs. He stared, happy to see someone do something nice to him for the first time in about three months. Inhaling, the radio still playing, he took in the savory aroma of the his breakfast. Now, he was no cooking whiz, but he could almost be one hundred percent sure that Stencil had used paprika or another spice like that. Remaining silent for another second, he scarfed down his food.

Meanwhile, Stencil had gone back to the dining room where Whirlwind and Draft were talking.

"So what happened? How did you get him to lighten up?" Draft asked.

Whirlwind blushed a little. "It was nothing. I just got him to talk a little, and he softened up!"

"Just like that?" Stencil chimed in.

Whirlwind chuckled a bit. "Just like that."

It was then that Hurricane trotted in from the living room. He set his plate in the sink and turned to them all. A faint smile played at his snout. "I have a proposal for you all," he stated, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?" Whirlwind asked.

Hurricane smiled completely. "I want you all to come with me on my journey."

Draft and Stencil looked to Whirlwind. As far as Hurricane could tell, they saw her as a leader figure. He smiled wider. He could get that to change. He had no negative feelings toward Whirlwind, he was just always competing with others for leadership positions.

It seems that he's being genuine, Whirlwind thought to herself. Should I trust him? She thought a bit more.

"We'll take you up on that offer."

Author's Note

Once again, a chapter is finished. If anyone would like to help edit, just message me, I will get back to you as soon as possible. It would be much appreciated! Hope you enjoyed!!