Day 1: Week 1 || The Disturbing Encounter

"DAMMIT!" A certain rainbow-haired girl yells from the living room. Following the sound of her loud outburst, she slams her cell phone on the coffee table. It echoes in the house and catches the attention of the other occupant of the house.

She is very frustrated, if it wasn't that obvious to tell before. She just received life changing news, and she wasn't liking it. One would say she's over exaggerating, but knowing Rainbow Dash, this was a big deal.

Footsteps could be heard from the top of the stairs coming down. The other occupant, a boy, was confused as to what all the ruckus was about. He made his way to the living room, and rolled his eyes upon seeing the fuming girl.

"Judging by how angry you are, they didn't tell you what you wanted to hear, did they?" The freakishly tall boy asked. She simply scoffed and buried her face in her hands.

"All the airlines in France are shut down, so that means-" Rainbow tried to explain, but was rudely interrupted.

"-I'm going to be stuck with you for months." He groaned and pounded a fist against the wall, almost puncturing a hole in it.

"Jeez Soarin, at least let me finish when I'm talking!"

Rainbow Dash and Soarin Skies hate each other's guts. The two have known each other since they were in the womb because their parents are the best of friends. One would think that during all that time spent together, Rainbow and Soarin would learn to enjoy the others company, but it's the opposite for them, actually. The more time they spent together, the more their hate for each other grew. Their hate for each other is exactly why their parents went on vacation in France: to get away from their children.

Now, the two sixteen year olds are trapped inside their house because of the spread of the so called "Equis Virus". The entire world is on lockdown, so things such as schools, hospitals, and restaurants are closed. Anyone who steps foot outside without a mask is taken under custody until the lockdown is over. Only essential workers are allowed outside, but solely for the purpose of work, and nothing else.

The government has also made exceptions for grocery stores and hospital emergencies. Other than that, no gatherings that involve more than ten people are allowed. Restaurants must be take out or delivery, taking walks are discouraged, and pools . . . are open for some reason.

"How am I supposed to spend the next few months in the same house as you? I barely lasted a week!" Soarin exclaims as he throws his arms in the air. "I might accidentally kill you before we're actually let outside."

"Not if I kill you first," Dash grumbles.

"You're a foot and one inch shorter than me. All I have to do is step on you and you'd be dead." Soarin taunts her as a smirk creeps onto his face. He knows Dash is the more physical one out of the both of them, but she never wins the fights.

"YOU WANNA FUCKING GO?!" Dash rolls up her imaginary sleeves and clenches her fists. Her eyebrows are furrowed as low as they can go, and her eyes burned with fury.

"Dash, don't get yourself in another fight you can't win." He warned her, but she didn't listen as she launched at him. Soarin had the advantage over her, considering he was bigger size-wise. Before she could reach him, Soarin pushed her back so she would fall on the couch. He placed himself on top of her with his two legs on either side of her. "You know, under different circumstances, this would be rather sexy." He bounced his eyebrows and puckered his lips. His thumb stroked her bottom lip, hoping for a reaction out of her.

Dash was completely mortified. Her face turned a deep shade of red in contrast to her pale blue skin. She squirmed underneath him and attempted to get out of his grasp. She'd rather be anywhere than the position she was in right now. Sweat dripped down the sides of her face as Soarin licked his lips. Her body went limp. She lost another fight, again.

This isn't the first time Soarin teased her to win against her. She considered it cheating because she always lost when he did so. She doesn't understand why he does it, especially since there are so many other ways to beat her. They hate each other, so why this method?

"G-Get off of me." She stuttered. The blush never left her face. Soarin slowly crawled off of her, his gaze never leaving her eyes. His hand accidentally brushed against her thigh, and she let out a small yelp. Her breath hitched, and a satisfied grin appeared on Soarin's face. At this point, Dash was sure he was doing it on purpose.

Once she was free from him, she jumped off the couch and practically ran away from him. Sure, he's done this multiple times before, but this time was different. First of all, he usually did it in public to humiliate her, but now it was just the two of them. Something about what had just happened was even more humiliating than before. No, that's not it. What was that feeling she felt as she was under him?

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Soarin stares in confusion as Rainbow Dash bolted out of the room. What was her deal? He always did this to her as a method to get her weak side out. Her "tough girl" act is annoying to him, and he wanted to see her stop for once. It clearly worked this time, but maybe a little too well. The look she had on her face once she hopped away from him didn't sit right with him. Did he go too far this time?

Everyone has a weakness, and Dash's seemed to be when Soarin was teasing her. Dash has yet to find out what his weakness is. Until then, she won't be winning physical fights anytime soon.

Soarin exaggeratedly shook his head to get the thought off his mind. Why did he care about how she felt anyway? If anything, he should be glad she was nervous or afraid because he loathes her. He can't remember a time in his life when he actually felt sorry for Rainbow Dash.

He thought about fixing something to eat for himself since he was hungry, but he heard clattering in the kitchen. It sounds like Dash was making dinner already. She never made food just for herself. Everyday this past week, she always made sure to leave some food on the side so Soarin could have something to chow down on. He didn't understand why though. Thanks to his mother, he was capable of cooking, and Dash knew that.

Soarin drags his feet to the kitchen to catch Dash's attention, but she ignored him regardless. He made loud stomping noises until he was right behind her, but it was as if no sound was made at all. He squinted his eyes and saw white objects in both her ears. A faint sound came from her ears, so Soarin moved the small piece of hair that covered her ears.

SkyPods.

Dash squeaked as she felt another presence alert the nerves in her ear. She blushed in embarrassment for letting her guard down. She turned her face away from Soarin and went back to what she was doing.

"Why are you always making food for the both of us?" Soarin asks with confusion. Dash just shrugged and went back to her cooking, but he was persistent. "My mom taught me how to cook. I can do it myself."

"Mom taught me I should always be a good host to my guests." Dash replies flatly as she poured the spaghetti into a strainer over the sink beside her to let the water drain.

"But I'm not just any guest I -" Soarin throws his arms in the air and looks back at her. "- you don't even like me!"

"Why do you all of a sudden care whether or not I cook for the both of us? This is my house, and it'd be rude to not serve you." Dash pours the spaghetti back into the pot and turns down the heat of the stove so it doesn't burn.

"Are you mad because I teased you?" The words struck her like a baseball bat to the skull. She quickly made a face that Soarin had barely seen before it went back to its neutral state.

"Shut up," was all she said.

"I take that as a yes then."

"SHUT UP!" She erupted in his face. Her fists were clenched and she was ready to fight him, but she knew that wasn't a wise choice. "How would you feel if I suddenly pushed you back on the couch and hovered over you with my legs on each side of your body? Please answer that for me, Soarin!" How could he even ask her this ridiculous question? Did he expect her to shrug the situation off?

"Stop being a baby, Rainbow Dash. I do that to you all the time." His arms crossed and he rolled his eyes as if this was one of their everyday arguments. Well, it was, but the topic is just a little off today.

"Why do you do it? I don't understand." She tugs at her messy bangs in frustration. The wristband on her wrist caught her attention, so she began to toy with it to calm her nerves.

"Because I know I'm your weakness."

Dash was ready to retort again, but the smell of something burning interrupted her. She took a look at the spaghetti on the stove and gasped in horror. CRAP, CRAP, CRAP! Using the spatula propped on the handle of the pot, she fished through the clump of spaghetti and found dark marks on the bottom. The burnt spaghetti stained the pot it was being cooked in with more burn marks.

I swear, I turned the heat of the stove down. It shouldn't have burned like this! She let her guard down for literally a minute because of the annoying bastard in her house, just to waste an entire box of spaghetti. At least I didn't burn the house down.

"Dinner looks great tonight, Dash!" A deep growl was heard, and Soarin thought a bear broke into the house before he saw the expression on Dash's face. Her upper lip twitched above her clenched teeth.

"Well, I'm not going to let this go to waste." Dash separated the burnt noodles from the rest and dumps it in the trash. She grabs the jar of tomato sauce along with the chopped vegetables on her right and dumps them into the pot. She mixes them all up with a wooden spatula, watching the red color of the tomato sauce soak into the spaghetti. "Help yourself." She gestured to what's left of the food she made on the stove as she faced Soarin.

"Wait, aren't you gonna eat?" He grabs her arm as she walks out of the kitchen.

"Why do you all of a sudden care so much?" She asks as she snatched her arm out of his grip. Silence filled the air as Soarin tried to gather words to answer her question. Because of her impatience, Dash stormed away from him and stomped up the stairs.

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"I can't do this!"

"Darling, it's only been an hour."

Rainbow Dash is currently FaceTiming three of her amazing, but ridiculously annoying friends. Yes, annoying is a rather "harsh" word to use against your friends, but it's the right word. Plus, she wanted to distract herself from a certain someone, but her friends just had to remind her that she wasn't alone in her house. Her bedroom was the only place she could be without that someone barging in. For now.

"Rarity, you don't understand what it's like to be trapped in the same house with someone you hate," Dash scoffed. Rarity raised a finger in the air to indicate that she was going to say something, but Dash beat her to it. "No, Sweetie Belle does not count." Rarity lowered her finger sheepishly as the others gave her weird looks.

"Honestly, you just need to get to learn to get along with Soar'n," Applejack, another one of her best friends, commented. Her words were always wise and truthful. Dash wanted to say she was wrong, but she fought the urge to.

"Mhmm," Pinkie Pie hummed in agreement. "If you don't put your differences aside, you just might die from him murdering you before you can die from Equis." Dash shook her head at Pinkie's joke. It was as hilarious as it was true. Soarin might not kill her physically, but definitely figuratively.

"Even if I wanted to get along with him, he did something really weird to me today, and I'm trying to avoid him for the time being." Dash shivered at the awkward encounter with Soarin that occurred just an hour ago. Just when she thought he couldn't hate him more, he hops on top of her and teases her.

"The hell did he do?" Applejack asks with a hint of overprotection in her voice. She's always watching out of her friends in every aspect of their lives. They call her the "mother" of the group along with Rarity.

Dash felt uncomfortable trying to explain what happened because of how disturbing it was to think about. She shouldn't have mentioned it, honestly.

"He . . . teased me . . ." Dash slams her eyes shut as another wave of shivers crawl up her spine. Pinkie Pie, who was previously drinking a glass of water, spat it out so suddenly that the other three jumped back in surprise. A huge wave of water launched at the camera, and Pinkie's screen went black.

"Uh, guys?" They heard her say from the other end. "I think I need a new phone." Rarity and Applejack were so busy trying to process what just happened, they completely forgot what made her spit all the water out in the first place. Dash wasn't too upset about it though. Sure, she wanted to ask her friends why on earth Soarin would do such a thing, but maybe it wasn't the best time.

Rarity saw Dash's expression change to a more comfortable look, and she immediately shook her head in disbelief.

"Don't think I forgot about what you said, Rainbow Dash! I want answers!"

Dash mentally smacked herself for thinking her friends would back down so easily. Of course they wouldn't forget. They just found out the person she hates the most came onto her.

"What am I supposed to say? I don't know why he did it!" Dash toyed with her wristbands again. Fidgeting helped her calm down when she felt like hyperventilating. That's why she always wears the wristbands.

Her friends saw her fidgeting and knew something was up. Dash only fidgets when she's nervous, worried, or scared. This must be a really big deal.

"Rainbow, this isn't the first time he's done this to you. Though it's rather . . . disturbing to watch him do that, I don't understand why it's bothering you now," Rarity says with a hint of confusion. Dash didn't respond to her. She just stared down at her wristbands and continued her fidgeting.

"I don't think she's comfortable talking about it right now, Rares," Applejack points out. "We ain't done here though. We'll get back on the subject when Fluttershy and Twilight figure out how to answer their phones." Rarity and Dash nod in agreement before a crash was heard on Pinkie's line of the phone.

"I NEED A NEW PHONE NOW!"

Everyone except for Pinkie took the opportunity to end the FaceTime call. They didn't want to hear Pinkie screaming at her parents for any longer. At least, they assumed it was her parents she was yelling at.

After hanging up, Dash lightly throws her phone on the pillow beside her. She takes deep breaths and tries to clear her mind from whatever the hell just happened, but nothing seemed to work. The same moment that happened just an hour and a half ago kept coming back to her mind. Honestly, why wouldn't it? It's not everyday your nemesis teases you like that.

She needed to calm down ASAP. She fished through the nightstand beside her bed and found one of her favorite Daring Do books inside. Yeah, a book sounded really good right about now.

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A/N:

Okay, here's the first day of the first week.

@RainbowManedPegasus no more pressure plsssss

I read through this like ten times so if you find any errors or any missing details, just tell me.

Peace.