Day 11: Week 2 || Venting

Dash ended up beating Soarin in the race back to the car. As a reward for her victory, she got to drive all the way back to the house. She's a very reckless driver, and Soarin was reluctant to even let her take the wheel of his car. Since his parents surprised him with it on his birthday, he hadn't gotten a single scratch on it.

It was a navy blue sedan with tinted windows and heat resistant seats. It was helpful when the sun was beating its rays onto the dark colored car. Unfortunately, the metal of the seat belts weren't as resistant as the seats. They still burned like hell when making contact with them after they've been sitting under the sun for many hours.

Soarin held onto his chair for dear life as Dash maneuvered towards cars without slowing down in the slightest. At one point, Soarin even had to grab the wheel and turn it so the car wouldn't get too close to the curb. Yes, she was that reckless. It made him wonder how she even got her license.

For the rest of the day yesterday, they simply played video games together, continuing the neighbor game they were playing a few days ago. Of course, Dash screamed as she got herself caught by the neighbor again, but this time, she enjoyed spending time with him knowing he wasn't angry with her.

They were at peace.

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Dash arose from her bed upon smelling the fresh aroma of breakfast. Her nose could distinguish what each scent was coming from. Tater tots, pancakes, and even eggs. Soarin must be making breakfast for the two of them again, and thank goodness he was. She was exhausted and she didn't feel like doing any work at the moment. 

Just as she was about to hop off her bed and jog to the kitchen, she remembered the events of the third day they were stuck with each other. Soarin had prepared a huge breakfast and acted uncharacteristically nice to her, only to find out it was all a prank. She knows he's already apologized for it, but she's still afraid that the day was repeating itself.

Now that she was thinking about it, the kindness didn't stop there. Approximately seven days ago, Soarin had accidentally hit her in the face with a basketball, and he was so quick to tend to her injury that she didn't even have to blink. Okay, maybe that was because he just felt guilty for hurting her. But the day after was a different story.

She had been experiencing very painful period cramps, and Soarin was there through it all. All she had asked for was some acetaminophen, but he didn't stop there. He made cereal for her, cleaned up the vomit she left on the floor, and even slept with her. He didn't have to do that. Cramps were normal during periods, and she got them every month of the year, but Soarin made an exception this month. Why?

Let's not forget about the waist hugging and hand holding. He is very touchy with her . . .

Snapping out of her thoughts, Dash's hand hovered over the doorknob while shaking. Should she even go down? What if she ends up like last time? What if he's acting again? What if-

Before she could make a decision, her bedroom door swung open, slamming directly on her nose. She rubbed her nose in pain and winced as it throbbed. Her vision blurred for two seconds and almost caused her to fall backwards on the floor.

"Dashie! Did I hit you?" Her favorite navy blue haired boy watched as she held her nose with both of her hands, groaning in pain. "Come on, lemme get you some ice." He takes one of her hands that covered her nose and leads her out of the door and down the stairs. He's doing it again, she sighs.

Once the pair was downstairs, Soarin opened the freezer and filled a plastic ziplock bag with ice from the ice maker. He sealed the bag shut and removed her other hand from her nose. Dash's nose had turned a light shade of red compared to her pale blue skin. Soarin winced at the color, but didn't let it stop him from treating her.

"Your nose is a little red, but it should go away in at least thirty minutes," he reassured, pinching his fingers over her nose. "Ooh, and it's throbbing too."

"I'm gonna get you back for this," Dash growls despite knowing it was an accident.

"How was I supposed to know you were right in front of the door?" Soarin says in defense.

"KNOCKING!" She punches him square in the nose, wanting him to feel the pain she was experiencing at the moment. A wave of satisfaction washed over her as she saw him holding onto his nose as well. "HOW DOES THAT FEEL?!"

"What the hell is wrong with you!? It was an accident!"

"HIT ME BACK IF IT BOTHERS YOU!"

Soarin froze at her words, shocked that she thought he would even consider hitting her back. Her expression was mischievous, as if testing to see if he would actually do it. A smirk stretched her lips across her face. She scanned him up and down to see if there was any sign of him attempting to hit back.

"No," he simply said. "I'm not hurting you again." He crosses his arms, ignoring the throbbing of his nose. His brows were flattened as he was dumbfounded at the fact that she actually thought he'd hit back. "We're friends now. We don't do that fighting shit anymore."

"Oh, right." Dash grimaces while shying away from the conversation. She had never thought about it before but, if she actually gets the relationship she wants with him, would there be things they usually do as friends that they couldn't do as . . . you know? If that's the case, she's not so sure if she wants it anymore.

She likes play fighting with him, especially since she knew it was all for laughs and at the end of the day, it wouldn't matter. But recently, Soarin hasn't been his usual self fighting-wise. Of course, it's not a problem that he doesn't want to intentionally hurt someone, but that's never been an issue before.

"What?" Soarin breaks the silence. He must've noticed Dash was staring at him.

"Since when were you so conscious about hurting me?" She shared her thoughts. His brows were still flattened and his eyes narrowed into a piercing glare.

"Don't you ever wonder why I tease you?"

"Because you know you're my weakness," she quotes him directly from the first day they've been stuck together. She used air quotes to show that they weren't her words, but his. Her eyes rolled, still miffed at the fact that he believes this is true when its clearly not.

"Yes and no." Soarin maintained his serious face although he was on the verge of smiling. "I do it because I don't have to physically hurt you. It might emotionally scar you but at least you're in good condition."

"So my emotions don't matter or something?" Dash says quickly as she raises her voice.

"They do, but that—"

"You know, I've been meaning to ask you about this." Her eyes narrow and her fingers point towards him. "Do you just disregard peoples' feelings?" Soarin opens his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He had an argument that he would fire back with in the back of his mind, but something told him to just keep quiet and let her speak. "For example, three days ago, you knew I was upset with your constant teasing about my height. Hell, you know how much it still bothers me even though I learned to accept it, yet you continued making fun of me like it was nothing."

"Dash, I didn't realize how much it was bothering you."

Suddenly, something inside Dash snapped. Her body began to shake uncontrollably as she forced herself to suppress her emotions. There he goes again with ignoring her feelings. He didn't even apologize! The first thing he resorted to was defending himself. How could he not know it was bothering her? It always bothers her, whether it's a joke or not. It makes her so . . . angry that he was just disregarding that.

"YES. YOU. DID!!!" She started with a low growl, increasing her volume as each word shot out of her mouth. Soarin flinched as she screeched the last word. Dash watched as he backed away from her. He'd better. She is not the person to mess with when she is angry. Again, Soarin stayed quiet and let her vent because she's been holding her feelings in for God knows how long. "Since we've known each other, you've always continued to pick on me regardless of how much you knew I hated it." She shook her head aggressively while pacing around the kitchen. Pacing was also an action that helped her stay calm.

"But it's like you said! You didn't know! You didn't know how torn my self esteem used to be and how I cried myself to sleep because of your words!" She shouted as she waved her arms in the air. She rested her elbows on the counter and tugged her hair from different places. Her heavy breath slowed through the minute of silence that occurred. "I-I'm sorry for exploding like that. I just—" she felt a pair of arms wrap around her, rocking her back and forth as if she was in a rocking chair. She looks back and sees Soarin with his eyes slammed shut.

He turns her body around so she's facing him. Soarin tilts her chin up and brings his face closer to hers, the same way he did just two days ago. He moves his lips towards her ear, slowly breathing in it for a few seconds.

"There is no excuse for my actions, and there is nothing I can say to defend myself because you're right," he whispers in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. Dash's breath wavered upon feeling his warm breath in her ear. She didn't like the way condensation was forming, but he was so close . . .

"I may not have hurt you on the outside, but I hurt you on the inside. I am deeply sorry, Rainbow Dash, and it makes me upset to know that you feel sorry for pouring out your feelings to me." Soarin ran his fingers in her hair whilst Dash found the strength to return the affection. "I will do anything to fix what I did. Please forgive me."

Silence. The only sound in the room was Dash's shaky breathing. She was holding onto Soarin for dear life as if this was her last time seeing him. Her body didn't hesitate to join her breath's shaking. The pair continued rocking back and forth in each other's arms when suddenly, a high pitched squeak was heard. 

"Dash?" Soarin called her, knowing the sound didn't come from him. 

"What?" Her voice quivered despite how much she tried to hide it.

"Are you okay? I heard you squeak." He knew her next answer would be a lie, considering she was holding back an emotion. " 

"I'm fine. I-I just have something in my eye." She his her face from him, not wanting him to see her vulnerable state. "Gah, it burns!"

"Dashie, it's okay to cry."

"I'm not crying! I haven't cried in t-two years," she admitted while failing to hold back the single tear that rolled down her cheek. "At least not in front of you." 

Soarin held her as she whimpered and hiccuped in his arms, feeling her tears drench his sweater. He whispered comforting words in her ear so it would help her settle down. Not one day in his life did he ever consider the possibility of her crying over words that had came out of his mouth. They always teased each other endlessly, and it didn't seem to bother her. He thought she was a tough nut to crack. Boy, was he wrong. 

How long has she been holding these emotions in? They've known each other for their entire lives and he began bullying her about her height once he realized he would grow taller. And it wasn't just about how tall she was. Without a doubt, she was still upset about the prank. No matter how many times she would dismiss the topic or even deny it, he knew some tears were shed that night. He saw the evidence. 

The occurrence of Dash's hiccups started to slow from ten times a minute to only twice. His words of comfort seemed to have worked on her. He felt her balance throwing off, so he wrapped his right hand around the back of her knee and carried her bridal style. She snuggled into his chest, ignoring the dampness of his sweater on her cheeks. 

"I'm tired," she croaked, letting a little yawn escape her lips. 

"I'll take you to your room, Princess. I'll bring your breakfast upstairs so you can eat it later." Soarin brushed his nose against hers as he brought her up to her room. 

He carefully placed Dash on her cloud based bed and covered her with the comforters. Being the quick sleeper she was, Dash instantly fell asleep as soon as she felt the softness of her bed. I guess she wasn't ready to wake up yet. Soarin chuckles from seeing her peacefully sleeping.

Just like he had done all those days ago, he brought his lips up to her right cheek and left a quick peck on them. After kissing her cheek, he observed her other physical features that he didn't get to notice the day before. 

She has deep dimples that became visible whenever her lips were barely forming a smile. She is already very beautiful, and her dimples add onto her beauty. 

Moving onto her lips. Soarin would always take the opportunity to focus on her lips while her attention was on something else. They were plump and looked very . . . er . . . kissable. He'd never admit to thinking that thought, but deep down, he knew he believed it.

Soarin takes one of her small hands and holds them in his, but immediately  regret it upon remembering she grasped onto things as she slept. Her grip was tight, and she wasn't letting go of him anytime soon. He decided to just make himself comfortable on her bed beside her. He'll leave before she wakes up and realizes he laid beside her.

"There's nowhere we need to be," he sang softly, not wanting to wake her up. "Imma get to know you better, kinda hope we're here forever."

Soarin's a songwriter, and he's been secretly writing a song for the duration of the time he's been stuck inside a house with Dash. The song is about his experiences of being locked inside with someone you used to hate. He originally wrote it to channel his misery through words, but he doesn't hate her anymore. So because of that, he decided to change up the words.

He only has only written one verse so far, but he knows that once it's finished, it'll be the best thing he's ever written.

"There's nobody on these streets. If you tell me that the world's ending, ain't no other way that I could spend it."

~2594 words

A/N

Alright, alright, alright! 😁

I was going to update like two days ago but I got my phone taken again, so 😁

They just keep getting closer and closer, don't they 😁

Yes, I did do some corny shit at the last four paragraphs, but guess what? 😁

I don't care 😁