Soarin's P.O.V.
"Ugghhh! What to do, what to do?"
"Soarin' would you stop pacing around? What are you so worried about anyway?" Spitfire suddenly asked. Obviously annoyed.
Great. Now I have to explain. Well, I guess it wouldn't hurt. She is my sister after all. My bossy, arrogant, hardheaded, nosy, noisy sister. Ok, maybe it would hurt. And it would hurt bad.
"Soarin' are you in there?! Earth to Soarin'!" Spitfire yelled, snapping me out of my trance.
"I'm sorry what?"
"It's about Rainbow Dash, is it?" She asked. Wait a minute. How does she know?
"Whaaaattt? Noooo. Weeell, maybe. Dammit, yes! I mean like, how many girls have that gorgeous rainbow hair? How many girls have those mesmerizing magenta eyes, that, amazing warm smile that could melt snow in the winter, that-"
"Ok, ok. You're crushing on her. I get it. Bu-" She was cut off by a knock on the door.
•knock knock•
"Who could that be?"
"Well, if you wanna know who that is, open the damn door!" Spitfire yelled.
•knock knock•
"Coming!" I shouted. Geez. Two things that I don't like:
-my sister's yelling, and
-answering the door.
•knock knock•
"Oh h-hey Rainbow Dash. What's up?" I nervously ask. My heart is beating so fast it would pop out of my chest any moment now.
"Are you alright Soarin? You're sweating like Satan just took a bath with you." She jokes. Her smile is just so heart melting.
"Hahahaha! Ha...haaa..."
"Anyway, the whole soccer team is off to that new pizza place. I was wondering if you and Spitfire would want to come."
"Count me in!" Spitfire interrupts.
"Ok then. Let's go!"
