"Hey..."

by Sky Melody

Rating: everyone
Tags: Rainbow Dash, Romance, Slice of Life, My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic
Length: 1201

Rainbow Dash struggles with her feelings for a stallion.

Rainbow Dash struggles with her feelings for a stallion. Having never felt like this before she feels lost and doesn't feel she can talk to her friends about it. She's meant to be cool, not hopelessly in love.

He's been on her mind for the entire night.

All she needs is to talk...

Written in first person.

Please tell me if you notice any mistakes and I will change them :)

Published 2015-02-14 22:10:02 UTC
Last updated 2015-02-14 22:10:02 UTC

The only chapter- "Hey..."

I sigh. I’ve sighed a lot in the past hour.

“Dashie? What’s wrong? I don’t like it when my friends are sad,” asked Pinkie Pie whilst pouting sadly.

“Huh? I’m fine,” I lie. I hate lying to my friends but I’ve never felt like this before and I need time to think about my feelings.

“You sure?”

“Yes, Pinks. I’m fine,” I force a smile. I hope I don’t look as fake as I feel.

“Well if you’re sure. Just come and find me if you need anything. I’m sure a game of Battle Clouds would make you feel better!” Pinkie exclaimed. She bounded off to the main hall where the party is. I can hear the music all the way over here so it must be loud down there.

I sigh. Again.

I wish I could have the courage to talk to him, but I don’t.

I shouldn’t feel my heart begin to race as I near him. I shouldn’t be stumbling over my words when I try to speak to him. I shouldn’t feel like I’m going to explode with emotional feelings.

I am Rainbow Dash. The fastest pegasus in Equestria and the only pony to have performed a Sonic Rainboom. I am loyal to my friends, brave and determined. I am the coolest pony in Ponyville, I have a little sister who looks up to me like I’m a Wonderbolt and I have my own fan-club. I’m a flyer, I shouldn’t be letting these feeling get to me, yet I have.

I glance down at the dress I’m wearing. Rarity made it and I must admit it looks stunning. It’s a simple style of dress, one that drapes over my body with a slight poof over my flank to give the dress a nice shape. The dress is a deep purple colour that starts at my neck and wings and slowly fades into black at the bottom. The black is glittery and a silver lightning bolt is what holds the main portion of the dress in place, at the front of my neck. On my head lays a headpiece. It’s the same as the one I wore to the Grand Galloping Gala last year, only this one is silver.

I sigh and trot up the stairs to the second floor. My hooves are clip-clopping up the stairs, getting faster as I try to get away from it all. Away from the party. Away from ponies. Away from him.

I change into a gallop and start to run full force to the other side of the building, my heart racing and my dress flaring back as the wind hits it. I need the air. I need the stars. I need to be free.

The moment my hooves touch the end of the balcony, I am presented with the cool evening air, gently caressing my cheeks. My heart beat slows down and I smile for the first time that evening.

The stars are shining brightly in the sky. There are millions and millions of them, scattered about the large black canvas. The moon is gleaming in the night like the silver lightning bolt on my dress.

I stare for a while as I’m lost in the beauty of it all. That sounded sappy. It really did. But, what can I say, Luna really outdid herself tonight.
I wish I could talk to my friends about this little…problem I’m having, but I really don’t think they would understand.

Rarity would suggest going up and starting flirting with them. That’s not me.

Fluttershy would probably blush and hide behind her mane.

Applejack would have a quick joke before saying it’s not really her thing and that I should go to Rarity or Twilight.

Twilight would look in a book and find the wrong answer for me.

Pinkie would throw a party, invite him and then I’d be embarrassed. Of course she wouldn’t do it to embarrass me but that is what would happen.

Why do I feel my heart swell when I hear his name? Why do I dream about him? Why can’t I get him off my mind? Why can’t I talk to him? Why do I blush slightly, under my fur, if he talks to me? What are these feelings?

It’s so obvious…

I’m not like Rarity, hopelessly swooning over every stallion I see.

I’m Rainbow Dash and…

I don’t think I can deny it any more. I’m hopelessly in love.

I sigh heavily and rest my arms onto the balcony rails. Leaning over, I can see the Canterlot Gardens below me and…I think I see Fluttershy. Yes, that’s Fluttershy talking to the birds.

Talking…

That’s what I have to do.

To get this off my chest.

Talk to him.

That’s easier said than done.

My eyes flutter shut for a moment as I gather my thoughts up.

“Come on, Rainbow, you can do this,” I try to persuade myself. “It’s easy, just walk up to them and say hi. No biggie.”

I take my arms off the railing and slowly make my way down the stairs, towards the party where he is.

My breathing quickens so I stop and do Cadence’s breathing exercise- deep breath in, deep breath out, deep breath in, deep breath out.

I cautiously make my way into the main hall. Instantly, the smell of a wide variety of food and flowers fills my nostrils.

Streamers are hung from the ceiling and there’s plenty of food laid out of the buffet tables. Ponies are crowded round in the corners, gossiping and chatting like they always do. In the centre of the room a few couples are dancing as well as some groups. Along the edges, next to the columns, are small tables with vases, filled with flowers of the colours of my mane.

I look around me, trying to spot him.

I see him; he’s over next to the buffet conversing with some other ponies.

“Well, here goes nothing,” I whisper to myself.
Slowly, but surely, I begin to make my way over to him. My heartbeat increases. Time slows down and I begin to feel dizzy. I can’t walk straight. Sweat is dripping down my forehead and onto my dress. I slow down.

I can do this.

I can do this…

I can’t do this.

My wings spread out and I quickly fly away, out of the building and into the sky. I welcome the feeling of cold air on my wings as I slowly descent back onto the balcony.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid,” I hiss, glaring at the ground.

I missed my one chance. My one chance to say something to him. My one chance to-

“Hey...”

My eyes widen to the size of saucers and my ears fly back fast as I instantly recognise the voice. I’m beginning to lose my senses and I find it hard to keep my balance.

It’s him…

Author's Note

Just a little something I wrote that came to my mind randomly. It fits with the Valentines/ Hearts and Hooves Day theme of everything. :heart::heart::heart:

Thanks for reading and if you notice any errors, please feel free to correct me. Thanks :twilightsmile: