It was a normal day for the Wonderbolts as they were performing at the Grand Galloping Gala, which was their last performance in the season.
Once they finished up, the crew went to the shower room to congratulate themselves for a great performance and season, and talked about how excited they were about their vacation and their plans.
Except Soarin’.
He wasn’t saying anything and looked sorta strange. Maybe sad. No one noticed. Not one single person. And that made it sadder.
He casually walked out without even a drop of water touching his skin, saying “I have things to do. I’ll shower at my house.”
When Soarin’ finally got to his house he sat down and read Cloudsdale Daily. He decided he wanted to go out for a fly before he takes his first nap of vacation. But when he opens the door he finds no other than…
“Spitfire?” Soarin’ said in confusion as the orange Pegasus was ruffling her wings which had gone out of shape during her flight here.
“Hey, Soarin’,” said Spitfire, with a look of… Soarin’ couldn’t tell. “I saw you in the shower room earlier. Whats wrong?”
“It’s nothing,” Soarin’ lied, not wanting to tell Spitfire about his personal issues.
“Come on. I thought we had a pretty close relationship. At least close enough as to be able to tell problems to one another and try and solve them,” Spitfire said, not wanting this stallion; this specific stallion; not to feel bad about himself.
“Fine,” Soarin’ had finally given up on resisting Spitfire. “I… I… I’ve always… had a… a…. crush on you.”
Those last three words filled Spitfire with joy and happiness as she had the same feelings about him, ever since the day they met during the Young Flyer’s competition Soarin’ entered. Soarin’ was trespassing on the training course after hours on the day before the show. Spitfire, at first sight, knew that they would be the best of friends, and so she, instead of reporting him, helped him practice. He was grateful that Spitfire in person was this nice, as most celebrities are full-headed and think they can use the power of ‘famousness’ to conquer anything.
But not Spitfire.
She helped him get through the course in record time by giving motivational speeches, which he absorbed like fingers in a warm bath too long. Soarin’ had never forgotten that day, nor did Spitfire. They had crushes on each other, but considering how Soarin’ met her, he didn’t think she would accept him. In the case of Spitfire, however, was the fact that she thought Soarin’ would reject her for she was famous, or he might take advantage of her because she was famous. But now, they knew each other better. Now, they trust each other. Now, they saw something about themselves… No… Themselves together. That day, they were alone. They could confess.
To their true love.
Spitfire gave Soarin’ a passionate kiss at the punctuation of those three words. Soarin’ was stunned at first, but was relieved and excited about Spitfire having the same feelings about him and that he was having his first kiss with his crush since first sight. After what felt like an eternity, Spitfire pulled away from Soarin’
Like Spitfire read Soarin’s mind she said, “That was your first kiss, wasn’t it?”
Soarin’ simply nodded in agreement because he was too excited to speak.
“Soarin’, I can’t tell you how long I’ve been waiting for you to say those words,” Spitfire said, in a love induced haze.
“Spitfire… You’ve loved me… But never told me? Were you scared that I would think of you differently because you were famous?”
“That was one reason. The other was that I was scared that you might take advantage of my famousness, take as much as you can, and leave me. But now I know better. Now I know I can trust you with my secrets, my life, and now my heart.” Spitfire said. And she really… Really… Truly meant it.
“I feel the exact same way about you, Spitfire,” says an enlightened Soarin’ as he gets up, and kisses Spitfire passionately. All that was going on in their minds was.
Wow.
“I really wish we could’ve realized our hearts belonged to one another long ago,” Soarin’ said, sounding like a person in a romance novel.
“Yeah… Say, Soarin’, wanna catch a movie on Wednesday?” Spitfire said with enthusiasm before she got into a ready stance she usually saves for a race.
“Actually, I was wondering,” Soarin’ said, “Are we… A…. Thing now?”
Spitfire didn’t respond with words. She simply kissed him on the cheek, and knew that had gotten the point across.
To Be Continued (Report in the comments if you want to point out flaws, or want a sequel, or both.)
