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April 17, 2015/2:09pm

'Sup, my Rainbows? ^^

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4-21-15/10:20-23am: I know I promised a few of you that this chappy would be out Monday, but I got sick and could not type it due to the lack of energy. :(

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Onward! XD

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||Soarin's POV: Breakup?! O[]O||

{Monday, October 13, 2014/8:22am, On The Side Of Canterlot High}

My mother's words against Dashie were still ringing through my head as Dashie, pissed and walking too fast for me, pulled me aside by my left hand and pulled me to the side of our school. I asked, "Where are we going?", but she didn't answer; she just simply kept walking and pulling me, earning her several stares from passing students. Were they staring at her angry face or her unusual outfit? She is wearing a black, lace, cropped tee, black skinny jeans, a pair of black, leather, ankle-length boots with a small heel, a black and white, polyester, cropped baseball jacket with her initials on the left on her chest (her jacket's sleeves are pushed up to her elbows), and there's a black sports bra with spaghetti straps under the lace top. She's also wearing large, silver hoop earrings shaped like lightning bolts. She just looks so damn hot as she glares at me on the side of the school.

"What the hell was that on Saturday?," Dashie asks angrily, folding her somewhat exposed, golden arms, "What's her deal?!"

By "her" she meant my mother, who, for some odd reason, doesn't like my Dashie, despite the fact that Dashie is the girl that makes me beyond happy every time I'm near her. The one I want to spend eternity with.

"I never knew why she didn't like you," I say sincerely, "I'm not sure what made her dislike you, Dashie."

"Well I'm fed up with her bullshit attitude!," Dash says angrily, "I can't take it anymore! W-we..."

Dashie's eyes begin to tear up. Oh, Celestia. I get really sad when she cries. It's like we're freakin' connected or something. The skies above us become dark. No wonder I'm sad when it rains sometimes; Dashie's probably crying at that moment! I try to hug her, but she backs away from me.

"I-if I can't g-gain the respect and l-love of the woman that r-raised you," Dashie says, stuttering through quiet sobs, "Th-then I'm w-waste... I'm wasting my time being with you! We-we're so o-over!"

"Wait, what?!," I ask, alarmed and upset, "Why? Why does her dislike of you matter? I love you with e-everything in m-me!"

"Then why the fuck didn't you defend me against your mother?!," Dashie asks angrily, starting to cry.

"Dashie," I begin truthfully, "The minute you stormed out of our house, my mom and I had a twenty-minute screaming match about her bad attitude!"

"Y-you should have defended m-me while I-I was still th-th-there, dammit!," Dash says through her angry tears, somewhat shaking, "I n-never thought you'd l-let her tr-treat me like th-that! But I'll never have to deal with her again 'cause... WE'RE OVER!"

She walks away from me and almost walks into the rest of the "Main 6", whose faces are as shocked as mine.

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||Twilight Sparkle's POV: What The -?!||

{8:27am, On The Side Of CHS, Near Rainbow Dash And Soarin'}

"Did she just -?," Rarity asks, her eyes wide like the rest of ours.

"DASHIE?!," Pinkie Pie asks Rainbow Dash, tears in her eyes, "YOU GUYS CAN'T BREAK UP! SOARIN'DASH IS MY OTP!"

"Pinkie!," I say angrily.

I mean, we all ship Soarin'Dash like hell, but damn Pinkie. It's Rainbow's life. Let her make her choices, even if they're the worst damn choices in history!

"Your OTP?," Dash asks Pinkie angrily, wiping her tears and squinting her eyes, "Why don't you just mind your own damn business, huh?!"

We all gasp as she walks past us. Soarin' just stares at the ground. He mumbles,

"I fucked up. Why didn't I stand up for her right then and there? I'm the worst boyfriend in Equestria."

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[Time Passes]

{12:45pm, CHS' Cafeteria, The Main 6's Table}

"Well," Rarity starts to say, "We finally have time to socialize, darlings! So, how was the rest of our week off for all of you?"

"Uh, guys?," Applejack asks, placing her red apple back onto her plate, "Y'all payin' attention to Dash? She's doin' that... that thing again."

"It's called 'moping'," Dash says quietly and angrily.

"Yeah, that," Applejack says with a worried expression, her emerald eyes eyeing Dashie cautiously.

"Are you okay, darling?," Rarity worriedly asks Dashie, who nods once sharply.

"Oh, Dashie, please don't push us away again!," I say desperately, remembering her behavior the day she tried to kill herself.

I shudder as I remember that day, praying to Celestia that day doesn't repeat itself. At least there are differences in Dash's behavior from that day and this one. That... other day, she only talked to Fluttershy and ignored the rest of us completely. I reckon that's because Fluttershy knew Dashie the longest, therefore she got Dashie's attention. Dash groans and stands up. Where is she going?! My brain goes into a panicky state. Dashie picks up her tray and walks over to a table where Derpy is sitting alone, enjoying her usual muffin. Dash sits down and smiles at Derpy, who smiles and hugs Dash tightly. Am I missing something again?

"'Element of Loyalty' my ass," Pinkie says angrily, her tone as flat as her hair.

"She is being loyal," Fluttershy says with a loving smile, "She's loyal to all her friends, not just us. Derpy and I were her friends before we met you."

We all nod with understanding, smiling warmly at Fluttershy.

"Besides," Fluttershy, the oldest of our group, says seriously, "You guys are pissing her off. She's someone who values personal space. (*Chuckles*) Unless it's yours."

We all laugh and nod. At least Dashie's life isn't in danger... O_O

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||Rainbow Dash's POV: Muffin||

{12:50pm, CHS' Cafeteria, Derpy's Table}

My friends were annoying me, so I decided to walk over to a quiet area. I smiled when I saw Derpy, an old friend from Cloudsdale Academy. I saved her and Fluttershy from those stupid bullies countless times. What can I say? I hate when kids get bullied for no reason. Derpy hugged me and I hugged her back with the same amount of enthusiasm. Now I'm just picking at my lunch with my plastic, white spork.

"Muffin?," Derpy asks me in her slightly nasal-y voice, holding a chocolate, chocolate chip muffin in front of me.

"You remembered!," I say excitedly, smiling and taking the muffin.

"Of course I did, Dashie!," Derpy replies with a smile, "How would I forget the favorite muffin flavor of the girl who kept me safe in school when we were little? I also have a whole box of muffins in my bag."

She pulls a clear box of muffins from her gray messenger bag. She holds them up for a few seconds and puts them back in the bag. I smile and nod, melting more and more with each bite of my chocolate muffin. Best. Lunch. Ever.

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[Time Passes]

{5:23pm, Rainbow Manor, Rainbow Dash's Bedroom Closet}

I don't usually rock stuff like the outfit I rocked today, but it was part of my "Make My Asshole Ex-Boyfriend Jealous" plan, which has many phases ('cause I'm devious as hell... Muwahaha! >:{D... O_O). I'm gonna make him sorry that he didn't even try to stick up for me when his mother, the Wicked Witch of Cloudsdale, said all that horrible bullshit about me. I may be wild, reckless even (sometimes... O_O), but I loved Soarin' with everything in me too and she ruined that. I sob loudly, glad that my room is fucking soundproof.

"I loved him so much!," I say sadly, crying into my folded arms, "I loved him so fucking much."

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[Time Passes]

||Soarin's POV: The "Get My Dashie Back" Plan/Proposal||

{Tuesday, October 21, 2014/3:45pm, An Abandoned Classroom At CHS}

I had come into the abandoned classroom that Dashie and I were in the day we showed the whole school we were a couple, a.k.a. our anniversary. I sit on the same desk she sat on, nearly sobbing at the thought of us laughing together. Hugging each other. Kissing. It was all... over. A small gasp pulls me out of my sad thoughts. I look up to see a very sad, flat-haired Pinkie Pie.

"Oh," Pinkie says, a small smile on her face, "Hey, Soarin'."

"Hey, Pinkie," I say with the same sad smile, "What brings you here?"

"I, uh, come here to think," Pinkie says, her smile gone, "But I'll just come back. Ya know, this used to be the room the School Events Committee used."

"No, I didn't know that," I say with a smile.

"Well, know you know!," Pinkie says, trying to sound upbeat, but her flat hair says otherwise.

Then it hits me: I can cheer her up by asking her to help me with my "Get My Dashie Back" plan! I hop off the desk, grinning at Pinkie.

"Why are you so happy?," Pinkie asks, her right, pink eyebrow raised in confusion.

"Pinkie, I need your help," I say happily.

"Why would you want help from a bipolar, fat, party-obsessed, dork?," Pinkie asks me as she looks at her blue, high top Converse, which pisses me off.

"Okay," I say angrily, "Whose ass am I kicking?"

"Thanks," Pinkie says, giggling, which makes me happy, "But I don't think you would hit a girl. Now what did you need help with?"

Before I can respond, however, Pinkie's eyes go wide, her hair poofs back up, and she grins widely.

"OH MY CELESTIA!," Pinkie says happily, "YOU'RE GONNA GET DASHIE BACK!"

"Yeah, Pinks," I reply excitedly, "I am. I just need -"

"I'M IN!," Pinkie says happily.

"I knew you'd see what I was gonna do before I did it!," I say happily, "Thanks, Pinks. I owe you one."

"Any time!," Pinkie replies, but her smile fades as she says, "There's just one teensy-weensy little problem with your plan."

"What?," I ask Pinkie in alarm, "What is it?"

"She isn't exactly talking to us," I hear Pinkie say quietly as she looks at her shoes again.

"Why?," I ask her.

Pinkie shrugs and says,

"You know how Dashie is. She doesn't let people in on how she's feeling about something."

"I know," I say sadly, placing my right hand on Pinkie's right shoulder, "But I have to do this, Pinkie. I love her."

Pinkie nods as a huge grin slowly spreads across her pale, pink-ish cheeks. She says,

"Okay! In the name of luurve, I'll help you get Dashie back!"

"Thank you, Pinks," I say, giving Pinkie a very tight hug, "You're the best!"

"Yeah, I get that a lot," Pinkie replies with a dreamy expression, making me laugh, "(*Mumbling*) I sooo can't wait 'til Valentine's Day."

"Me either," I say truthfully, "(*Gripping Pinkie's shoulders*) Now remember: You can't. Tell. Anyone. Okay?"

"OKIE DOKIE LOKIE!," Pinkie replies happily, so I nod.

I chuckle as she skips out of the room, singing something happy and upbeat. I hear the words "party" and "started".

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[Time Passes]

{Friday, October 24, 2014/3:50pm, The Abandoned Classroom From Before}

"Is she coming?," I ask Pinkie, who nods.

"It took, like, forever, but we finally got her to talk to us!," Pinkie says happily, bouncing, surprisingly, in 4-inch, black ankle boots.

"Why in Equestria are we in here, Pinkie, darling?," Rarity asks, most likely grossed out by the dust in the room.

"Good question," Applejack says, "Pinkie? What're we doin' here? This room feels more abandoned than I did when Barney didn't show up durin' Homecomin'."

None of us could get over the fact that Applejack had ditched the whole cowgirl look. It was one of the things that made Applejack... Applejack. We knew she was coming when we saw her cowgirl hat sitting on top of her blonde hair. We heard the unique sound cowgirl boots' heels make when she walked. I mean, she looks nice in average teen clothes, but it's gonna take a while to get used to. Suddenly, an angry teenager with rainbow hair and leather clothing items steps into the room, looking at everyone in the room: The other "Main 6" members, Spike and the guys, and then at me.

"What the hell am I in this old-ass classroom for?," Dashie asks angrily, "More importantly, why the hell is my ex in this old-ass classroom? With you guys?!"

"That's an excellent question, Dashie!," Pinkie replies happily, "And your 'ex' has the excellent answer! Take it away, Soarin'!"

"Babe, please," I say with a pleading tone, holding my right hand out, "Just hear me out."

I don't have a clue why, but she slowly puts her left hand in my right one. As always. I gently pull her over to me, pick her up, and sit her on the desk she sat on the day of our 3rd anniversary. She didn't even protest, she just gasped in surprise when I picked her up. I feel so excited now. I think she still loves me, that's why she took my hand. That's why she let me touch her. I grin and say,

"Rainbow Artemis Dash, neat name by the way, I'm in love with you. I truly love you."

"Awww!," The girls of the "Main 6" say as Dashie blushes.

"Shut up, guys!," Dash says, embarrassed, making us laugh.

"I want you to know that, some time ago, I went out to buy something for you," I continue to Dashie with a smile, reaching into the left pocket of my dark-wash skinny jeans.

I pull out a very small, black box, making everyone, including Dashie, gasp. I love this beautiful woman so fucking much I'm ready to marry her tomorrow, dammit. I open it so that the thin, gold ring, with a diamond in the middle and multicolored gems (the colors of the rainbow) set into the gold, is facing her. I see Dashie's mouth silently say "What the -?" as she looks at the ring. Everyone is looking at me like I'm insane.

"Dashie," I say happily, "I want to be with you for eternity, no matter what my mom says."

"But we're sixteen," Dashie replies, also giving me the "You're insane, Soarin'!" look.

"And?," I ask seriously, "I still want to marry you. You can say no, but I'll just ask you again in a few years if we're back together. I only plan for us to marry after we graduate."

Rarity squees, her eyes tearing up. She says,

"I am so making your dress!"

"I'm gonna plan the reception!," Pinkie says happily, grinning widely, "(*Giggling*) Aaand your bachelorette party!"

"I got the caterin'!," Applejack says excitedly.

"GUYS!," Dashie says angrily, "I haven't even said 'yes' or 'no' yet! And we're freakin' teenagers! Why are you doing this, Soarin'?"

"Because," I say with a serious expression, "I love you. I would love for my mom to love you, but she doesn't; however, that isn't important right now. She has no clue how perfect you are for me. So I'm not gonna listen to her. So... Rainbow Artemis Dash, will you marry me after we graduate?"

"Umm...," Dashie says, looking around the room.

My heart will collapse if she says no, but it's her choice. I know it's a bit fast, and I know we broke up, but I love her. I can't express in words how much she means to me.

"Dashie?," I ask, staring at her shocked face.

Her shocked expression turns into one of deep thought as she looks at me with those beautiful, violet, black eyeliner-lined eyes. She looks as if she's considering marrying me. We stare into each other's eyes for a while. After what feels like forever, she hugs me, nodding her head. The room goes silent. Did she just agree to -? HOLY SHIT. She holds out her left hand, her right arm still wrapped around my neck. I knew she still loved me! The girls, including the not-so-girly Applejack, squeal as I place the ring on her left ring finger. Dashie closes her eyes as she holds on to me. I hug her tightly. I can't believe she said yes. Well technically, she nodded, but hey. It still meant "I love you and I want to marry you too". I'm the happiest guy on the planet right now. XD

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(A/N)

April 28, 2015/4:56pm

Hey, Rainbows! ^^

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What did you guys think about that?! XD

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You guys are probably all like, "He proposed to her?! O[]O". :P

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Well, yeah, he did. :D They love each other that much. ;3

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Now I gotta start chapter 41, which'll feature the aforementioned new writing style! ;)

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See ya later! *Waves*

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~5:04-08pm, 5:28-6:25pm~

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Edited: 4-28-15/6:29-31pm

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*The picture above reps Soarin' and Dashie's love for each other. X3 Awww! ^3^*