Dash's Secret Diary

Dash's Secret Diary

by Twippledash

Chapter 1: Take Off

Dear Diary

Nah, that beginning sound so sappy. I'll just leave it away from all the future entries and go straight to the point. If there's going to be any entries in the future that is. It's not like anypony else would ever be reading this anyway.

So, Rarity gave me this empty diary a few months ago as a part of her birthday present to me (I wonder if Twilight had some influence in it—I mean, a book as a present?) and I just dumped it into a corner of my bedroom to gather dust. I'm not the type to write diaries, that is so uncool and suited for prissy ponies like Rarity. But then again, I thought reading was uncool too before Twilight persuaded me to try those Daring Do books, and now I can't help but eagerly wait for the next part to be released! Since then I have been a little more open minded to try new things my friends have suggested.

So when I was cleaning up my bedroom today—yes, I do that sometimes—I found this diary buried under all the other junk I've gathered during past few months. And so I decided to give it a shot and try to write something about my own life, I heard that is supposed to help relieve stress and vent your feelings. Don't know about that, but I just felt like trying to write something here today. And no, it's definitely not to procrastinate the cleaning of my bedroom, no way!

I think I'm supposed to write something about what happened today, or maybe during last week? Well, here goes...

...

Nothing really interesting happened today or the last few days either. Today I was just having my regular flying practice, made some surprise visits to Rarity and Twilight (nope, definitely didn't crash into their houses, those were surprise visits and I'm going to stick with that), and almost had a mid-air collision with Scootaloo as she had flung herself into the air from a ramp with the help of her scooter. And later I got my nap interrupted by being bucked down from an apple tree by Applejack. Being woken up rudely I headed back home, and here I am, writing into this diary.

I guess that's enough for now, the room isn't going to clean itself. This writing thing isn't actually as boring as I had expected. Maybe I'll try writing some more when I've got actually something interesting to write.

—Rainbow Dash, the most awesome pegasus in Equestria

"'Most awesome pegasus in Equestria'? I see you're being quite modest here..." Scootaloo grinned as she raised her head to look at the elder rainbow maned pegasus next to her.

"You know how I was back then," Rainbow Dash said with a wide grin. "Always wanting to be the best in everything. Besides, like I wrote, I didn't expect to ever show this to anypony. I changed my mind later though, wanting to recall my life story with a close friend once more."

"So," the younger pegasus continued. "Rarity gave this to you?"

"Yep."

"And you never told her you started actually using it?"

"I didn't want it to be public information," Rainbow said nonchalantly. "Do you realize how much she gossiped about others' personal lives back then?"

"Good point." Scootaloo looked back at the open page. "So you actually liked writing—even after all these decades I still learn something more about you. I always thought that you thought you were too awesome for that... Say, did you write anything else besides this diary?"

"No, not really," the cyan pegasus said. "Except for those letters I still keep sending to you and my other friends. Well, there is nothing that interesting on this first entry, so we should probably just move onto the next one. I think you'll like it..." She put a little smile on her lips.

"Sounds good to me," Scootaloo said as she turned the page to show second entry, longer than the first one.

It's been almost three months since I wrote that last entry and I had almost forgotten about this diary once again, so I thought maybe I could add something now. At least I have something more interesting this time. Actually, two things worth mentioning happened earlier this week.

First, three days ago, my number one fan Scootaloo finally got airborne! I'm so proud of her! And she wasn't just hovering for a few seconds or gliding in the air after scooting off some ramp like before, but she was flying for real! Granted, she is still quite clumsy with her flight, but she was actually able to fly up to my cloud house (no more peace and quiet hiding in here...). I had promised on a whim some months ago that I would invite her to a tour in my house once she was able to get there all by herself, and since I didn't really have any good excuses, I had to invite her to come in.

She was so enthusiastic, like she hadn't seen a cloud house before. On a second thought, maybe she really hadn't seen a cloud house before from the inside? As far as I know she has been living in Ponyville for her whole life and she probably hasn't ever been in Cloudsdale, and cloud buildings outside the city are few and far between.

Anyway, she was running around the house so fast that even I couldn't keep an eye on her. One moment she was in the living room, next she was in the kitchen, and suddenly she had disappeared upstairs. I went after her and saw her looking around my bedroom (doesn't she respect anypony's privacy?). I noticed she had locked her widened eyes at something. As I followed her gaze, I realized what she saw and immediately took action. I had left some magazines with... questionable contents... lying next to my bed. I zoomed past her almost breaking the sound barrier, snatched away those magazines and tossed them into a closet where this diary was lying already, hoping that as they were out of sight they would also be out of her mind. Luckily that seemed to be the case, or at least she didn't ask any awkward questions about why I had that kind of magazines lying next to my bed...

And it went like that for a few more minutes: she rushed from one room to another and I tried to keep up with her. As she left I watched her flying back down to the ground—she was flapping her wings quite awkwardly and wobbled back and forth as she descended. I could probably give her some proper flying lessons now that she has got past the initial threshold of getting her wings to carry her. I haven't given her lessons before for the simple reason that I really know nothing about teaching the very basics of flying to somepony who had never flown before, seeing that it came to me naturally at a very young age without any assistance.

Well, enough about Scootaloo. There was this other thing that happened just yesterday I wanted to mention here. It is about my first and best friend Fluttershy. And about my other friend's big brother. No, not Shining Armor. Of course I mean Big Macintosh.

During a break between my training sessions yesterday I was lying on a cloud hanging over Sweet Apple Acres, near Fluttershy's cottage. I saw both Big Macintosh and Fluttershy out from my vantage point, and I think neither of them saw me. Fluttershy was staring at Big Macintosh with a blush on her face, and once Big Mac turned his head and noticed Fluttershy's staring the blush on her face intensified as she suddenly tried to look anywhere but at the red stallion. Judging by how he shuffled his hooves awkwardly, I bet Big Mac blushed also even if it was practically invisible against his red coat.

That was all, Fluttershy soon returned to her cottage and Macintosh continued bucking apples. It wasn't much, but it still was an obvious sign there might be something going on between the two, even if they don't probably realize it themselves yet. I just can't help but wonder how that relationship would work, seeing that Big Mac is almost as shy as Fluttershy is. I would definitely encourage Fluttershy to go on though, should she someday confess her feelings to Big Macintosh.

I'm looking forward to see more of the two later, but now it's once again time for my evening training session. Maybe I'll even see Scootaloo flying out there too, she just can't keep her hooves on ground once she got into flying. Somehow that reminds me of myself and how I was once I learned to fly...

—Rainbow Dash, still as awesome as ever

Scootaloo smiled widely as memories of those days flooded her mind. "I was quite the energetic filly back then, wasn't I?"

"You sure were," Rainbow answered, also reminiscing those times. "Before that I usually could have taken naps in peace on high altitude clouds, but once you started to fly up there also, I didn't really have any place left in Ponyville where I could have been in peace and quiet," she said with a mock scolding tone.

"I think you would have been just like me had Spitfire lived in the same town where you lived your fillyhood," the orange pegasus countered.

Rainbow glanced aside. "Touché. I still get your point even though Spitfire wasn't in the Wonderbolts yet back when I was a filly—she was just about eight years older than I am after all."

Scootaloo glanced back at the diary entry, stopping at the part describing her raiding her idol's house and grinned evilly. "By the way, I didn't forget those dirty magazines you had left there on plain sight. I just didn't mention them afterward in fear of you becoming angry to me. I had already forgot that little detail about that special day, but now I have a vague memory of that coming back... thanks for the reminder."

Rainbow looked away muttering something inaudible, but then looked back at the other pegasus. "There was this one question I never got to ask you before." She pointed near the beginning of the entry on the third paragraph and continued, "Had you ever been in a cloud house before that one time?"

"No," Scootaloo answered shaking her head. "You got you guesses there right. I had lived my whole life in Ponyville and my parents hadn't ever taken me into Cloudsdale. Your house was the only cloud house I had ever seen until I was able to fly up into Cloudsdale myself."

Rainbow nodded. "Yeah, as I thought."

"About those two," Scootaloo said pointing at the latter part of the diary entry. "You didn't mention to Fluttershy that you had seen her eyeing Big Macintosh that day, did you?"

"Of course I didn't!" the elder mare exclaimed. "That's Fluttershy we're talking about here, remember? She would've probably got a heart attack or something if I'd told her I'd noticed her crush on Big Mac before she was ready to admit it. I could have gently nudged her to make the next move towards him if they had been stalling for too long, but that never became necessary."

"I guess you're right, she was the shiest pony I'd ever known after all." Scootaloo thought back at the time she got flying the first time and tried to recall what had happened around that time. "They started dating just a few weeks later, right?"

"That's right. The next entries actually have a little more about that. Among with some more of you and your old friends," Rainbow smirked.

"I have a pretty good idea what the next entry would be about..." The orange mare grinned and flipped the next page of the diary open.