Day 12: Week 2 || Pie

Have you ever been so bored, that you would jump off a cliff for some excitement in your life? Or even purposefully start drama because you were just that bored? Whether you have or not, that was exactly how Rainbow Dash and Soarin Skies were feeling at the moment.

The house is quiet. Not a sound was heard apart from the breathing of two teenagers. They sat together on the couch, lazy staring at the black screen of the television in front of them. Soarin doesn't mind sitting in silence, but Dash was the opposite. Remember, she hates awkward silences, so she broke the silence with two words of her own.

"I'm bored," she whined. "There's nothing to do." Dash let's herself fall sideways onto Soarin's shoulder, leaning on him for support. Soarin rubs his hand up and down the sides of her body, going up as far as her armpit, and down as low as her hip.

"Well, what do you usually do when your parents aren't home?" Soarin asks, now realizing he is also bored out of his mind.

"Wake up, shower, eat, use any of my electronics, practice sports, and—"

"Uh, do you do anything fun?" He places a finger over her lips, letting it stroke against the bottom as he removed it.

"The things I do are usually one person activities. I'm in a house with my guy friend and we're both bored, so we can't do things that only I would enjoy." She lets a long exhale escape her lips, frustrated for not being able to find something to do with the guy she . . . enjoys spending time with.

"Let's look on the internet. Someone has to have made an article for this situation." Soarin pulls his phone out from his pocket and entered his passcode. Dash did her best to not make it obvious that she was watching him put it in. Don't blame her for being curious!

He tapped a couple buttons before he finally made it to his search engine. He moved his phone so it was close enough for Dash to see. Despite the fact that it was directly in front of her face, she still moved in closer, wanting to feel more of his body on her.

As Soarin tapped the letters on his screen, Dash diverted her attention to his face. The serious expression on his face made her bite her lip from being attracted. He just looked so good when he was serious. It makes her scoff that she didn't realize how handsome he was before.

Her thoughts were interrupted when she felt Soarin bring her closer. She didn't think it was possible for their bodies to move any closer than they were before, but she was just proven wrong by his action. It's not like it bothered her. She loves being close to him.

"Okay!" He exclaimed, showing her the screen and pointing at the first option on the list. "Well, what do you think?"

"Baking?" Dash squints one of her eyes and raises an eyebrow at him. "You remember what happened when my mom forced me to bake a cake for your birthday, right?"

"Come on, Dashie. It wasn't that bad."

"I poured salt instead of sugar!" She bursts into uncontrollable laughter, not being able to suppress it. Soarin is overjoyed from seeing her happiness, especially from the events of yesterday.

He still feels awfully guilty because of yesterday. When Dash had asked if her feelings didn't matter to him, his heart broke. He didn't mean for his words to sound that way, but he realized that she was actually right. Not once did he ever stop to think about how someone else might feel about the words that came out of his mouth. He was so worried about others physical pain that he had forgotten that emotions are what truly scar the most.

He's never going to forgive himself for hurting her again.

"Earth to Soarin!" Das waves her hand in front of his face to grab his attention. He flinches from the sound of her voice in his ears. "You spaced out on me, Soar. You doing okay?" She holds his hand—the one hugging her waist—and brings it up to her lips. She places a subtle peck on his hand, moving it back down to her waist afterwards. "Soarin?"

"Yeah, uh . . ." Soarin trails off, not knowing what to say. "H-How'd you sleep?"

Dash's eyes widen and dart around the room from the sudden topic change. They were just talking about baking, and now he's asking about her slumber. Is something bothering him?

"I uh . . . slept well, but I had a weird feeling after you brought me up to my room yesterday." She scratches her head out of confusion as she tried to recall what happened.

"What was the feeling?" Soarin felt himself heating up because he knew exactly what that feeling was.

"For the first ten to thirty minutes, it felt like someone was right beside me in my bed. I think it affected my dream as well, because once that feeling was gone, I started having nightmares." Dash shrugged it off, not finding anything suspicious about it. She just assumed she was holding a pillow and had accidentally dropped it while sleeping. Nothing serious.

Soarin on the other hand was internally freaking out. He shouldn't have laid with her without her consent. Oh, what if she finds out? She's gonna kill me!

"Anyways, heh, what should we bake?" Soarin changes the topic yet again, leaving Dash utterly confused. "We should bake a pie! I love pie!"

"And I hate it," she admits. Dash has never liked pie, and there is nothing you can do to make her like it. A couple months ago, Pinkie would give her a different flavored pie everyday, and it forced Dash to tell everyone the truth. Even after that, Pinkie would try and hide bits of pie in her food, but Dash could always tell it was there.

"Right. I forgot." Soarin clicks his tongue. Way to go, Soar.

"It's okay. We can make one anyway because you love pie and I love y—" Dash cuts herself off and resists the urge to throw her hands over her mouth. "—your . . . happiness! Yes, whenever you, uh . . . eat pie." That was a close one. She laughs nervously as Soarin narrows her eyes at her, clearly suspicious of her last sentence.

He removes his hand from around her and inches closer to her face, his eyes still narrowed. He caused her to fall back onto the couch from how close he was getting to her. Without realizing it, she had just put herself in a very vulnerable place.

Soarin took the opportunity to climb on top of her and tease her a little, despite swearing to never do it to her again. Hopefully she's forgotten. If not, so what? He just wanted to have a little fun~

"My happiness? Really?" He cocks an eyebrow up with a smirk stretched across his face.

At the last minute, Dash realized what his intentions were. She was going to stop him, but unlike all the other times for some reason, she just didn't want to. She wanted him to tease her, and she didn't understand why. Every time he teases her, she gets angry at him for taking advantage of her, but now she's just going to let him?

"Hey, you swore to never do this aga- aah . . ." She cut herself off with her own moans as she felt his lips on her neck. Dash tilts her head up so he'd kiss more areas of her neck. Don't tell anyone but, she's actually enjoying this.

One of Soarin's hands clasped one of Dash's as the other was wrapped around her waist. Her grip on his hand was tight, not allowing him to let go. The feeling felt a little familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint how.

Half a minute passed, and Soarin chose an area on her neck to mark his territory. He chose a spot about an inch and a half underneath her left ear. Just as he was about to start, he felt Dash wiggle under his grasp, as if trying to move away.

"Soarin, wait." Dash finally finds the will to stop him. Again, she didn't want to. It just didn't feel right for him to be doing this if they weren't together. "This, this isn't right." Soarin didn't hesitate to move off of her as he heard those words.

"God! I am so sorry!" He quickly apologized.

"It's okay—"

"No it's not!" He hops off the couch and paces around the room with his hands on his head. "I swore that I wouldn't do it again because I realized how disturbing it was, yet I did it again. I'm a horrible person, I'm sorry!"

"Stop saying things like that! I already said it's fine." Dash scolds him before giving him reassurance that it truly was okay.

She hates this. She hates not being able to express her true emotions with him because of the barrier between them called "friendship". She's tired of causing him to freak out every time he tries crossing it because of "friendship". Every time he freaks out or avoids her is because of him showing obvious signs he wants more than friendship, and Dash turning them down as if she doesn't want the same thing.

But if she knows they both want the same thing, what is she so afraid of?

Dash brushes the thought to the back of her mind. Right now was not time time to be thinking about her emotions. They were supposed to be baking a pie. Luckily, Soarin had the same idea in mind.

"We should start looking up a pie recipe," Soarin says, though not looking at her. "Is apple pie okay?" She nods in response and watches as his fingers repeatedly tapped on his cell phone screen.

"You got anything?" Dash asks curiously.

"Mhm. I clicked the first website, and I'm too lazy to look at the rest." He deadpans as he shows her the screen. On it was a list of ingredients they would need to bake the pie.

"Brown sugar, ground nutmeg, pie crust- Soarin, we don't have half the things on the list." Dash points out, shaking her head slowly. "And it's not like we can order them online because that'll take at least a day to arrive."

Soarin felt the discourage rise up in him, feeling defeated that he wouldn't be able to taste a delicious, juicy pie. Actually, there's no telling how the pie would've tasted. Dash can cook, but she can't bake.

An idea popped into his head. It was risky, but he really needed to taste some pie.

"I could go to the store and buy the ingredients," He suggested.

"No!" Dash exclaims. "You could contract the virus and spread it to me!"

"If I wear a mask, gloves, and clothing that covers me up, it won't be a problem."

"But you could get sick. You're not gonna risk it all for a damn pie, are you?"

He resisted the urge to retaliate as he saw the concern in her eyes. He knew that look all too well. It's the same look he gave her whenever she was in, or vulnerable to danger. Her brows were slightly raised and her lips curled into a frown, giving her a pouty expression.

It would be hypocritical for him to say that she should stop worrying so much. He worries about her more than he worries about himself. The Equis Virus has already infected so many people, killing people of all ages. It's microscopic, so there's no telling if it's on you or if you're infected. To make matters worse, symptoms don't even show up until 2 days to even 2 weeks of exposure. And on top of that, you could be asymptotic; meaning you have the virus, but don't show any symptoms.

Dash has every right to be worried.

"Hey," he says, rubbing his hand up and down her arm out of comfort. "I'm not scared of a little virus, okay?"

"But you could . . . rrgh, never mind," She silences herself, not wanting to jinx the possibility of it happening.

"What?"

"N-Nothing."

Even though she had cut herself off, Soarin knew exactly what she was going to say. The way she grunted and fidgeted with her wristbands was a dead giveaway, not to mention her facial expressions.

"You know I'm not dying any time soon, right?"

"Stop! Don't jinx it! I'm serious!" By now, Dash understood that he was going to get the ingredients no matter what choice of words she used. Maybe she can't stop him, but she certainly can make sure he's protected. "I'll let you go on one condition."

"What's up, Princess?"

"You have to wear a long sleeve shirt, long pants, a mask, sunglasses, a hat, and gloves. I don't care if it's hot outside. I'm not letting you go out unprotected," she lists. If it wasn't for her age and height, she'd sound like an adult caring for their child. "Deal?"

"Deal." The two teens shook hands, sealing the deal so it could not be broken under any circumstances.

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Soarin stood at the front door with all his "gear" on before having to head out to buy the ingredients. Just like promised, he wore every single peace of clothing that Dash forced him to wear in order to go out to a public place. She's still not fond of him going out just to get a couple ingredients for a pie that most likely won't taste good, but at least he's protected.

Soarin pulls his mask down so he could take in more air than before. He could feel himself beginning to sweat, and he hasn't even left the house. You can't take any of this off. Do it for Dashie, he mentally reminded himself.

Speaking of Dash, she wore a pout on her face that had almost made him want to stay. You could tell she really didn't want him to go, but she's doing so anyway.

Now that he's thinking about it, what would he have done in this situation? What if the roles were reversed? He felt selfish because if Dash was the one who wanted to go out, he would refuse to let her. He'd do everything in his power to convince her that it was too dangerous and unsafe. But here he is, going to a grocery store because of apple pie.

"If I find out you took off your mask, I will kill you before Equis does. Got it?" Dash says sternly. Soarin leans down and kisses her cheek, leaving her in pure shock.

"I won't let you down, Princess." He waves to her as he opens the front door and walks out to his car; the one Dash almost scratched the other day.

"Call me!"

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Soarin parks his window-tinted sedan farther from the rest of the cars in the parking lot of FoodMart. He can't risk getting sick. If he does, Dash would catch it from him for sure. He can't get her sick.

Just as he promised, he dialed Dash's number so he could talk to her while in the store. In each ear, he puts in his SkyPods so he wouldn't have to hold his cell phone while talking to her. She probably wanted to say each ingredient to him and make sure he was doing alright, or something.

"Hello?" Dash says on the other line, grabbing Soarin's attention.

"Yeah, I'm here. What do I have to get?" He asks as he waits by the entrance of the store to be allowed in. Only a specific amount of people were allowed inside each five minute interval. As he was told to enter, he acquired a shopping crate right by the second set of sliding doors.

"Brown sugar, ground nutmeg, pie crust, and ground cinnamon," she answers, reading down the list of ingredients. "Please hurry back, Soarin."

"Don't worry, Princess. I'm not getting sick," he tried reassuring her, though he was aware that wouldn't work regardless. She sighs through her mouth and sucks her teeth.

"You keep saying that . . ."

On his way to grab the first item on the list, the brown sugar, he accidentally bumped into an old man that wasn't paying attention to his surroundings. Soarin couldn't bring himself to yell at the man, not only because he was old, but because he was probably scared for his life as well.

He arrived at the baking aisle momentarily and grabbed the brown sugar off the shelf, immediately moving on to the spice aisle to get the ground cinnamon and nutmeg. He probably should have checked the brand he grabbed before throwing it into the shopping crate, but it was just some sugar, so it shouldn't matter.

"I got the sugar. I'm heading to the spices now," He tells her.

"Okay, remember: ground cinnamon and ground nutmeg. If you bring back cinnamon sticks, we're not making this pie today."

"Princess, we have to make this pie today. I risked my life for it." He chuckles at his own comment, but stops when he doesn't hear Dash join in. She was obviously still sensitive about him going out to a public place. "I shouldn't have said that. I'm sorry."

"Just get the damn spices."

He did exactly as he said and hurried to the spice aisle. He bumped into another person on the way, but he ignored them because he had to get the items quick so he could leave the store as soon as possible.

Once he was in the spice aisle, he searched for the ground cinnamon and nutmeg. He chose a brand that looked trustworthy and threw them into the shopping crate, moving on to get the last item on the list: pie crust.

He had no idea where he was supposed to find it, and he assumed it would be in the baking aisle because you bake a pie, right? Wrong. He searched each side of the entire aisle ten times and found nothing.

"Dash, where the hell am I supposed to find pie crust?" He asked in a state of panic. Had FoodMart run out of pie crust before he had gotten there?

"Did you try the baking aisle?"

"YES, I TRIED THE BAKING AISLE!" He yelled so suddenly. Other customers in the store gave him weird looks, wondering why he was yelling in a peaceful store like a mad man. "Tsk, sorry, Dash."

"That's the fourth time you've apologized to me today." Dash didn't say anything after a while and left Soarin without instruction for about a minute. "Try the frozen food section."

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It may have took longer than expected, but Soarin finally arrived home with all four ingredients in plastic bags. He practically threw them all on the counter the moment he stepped foot into the kitchen, exhausted from walking back and forth through a store to search for literally four items. The mask didn't do justice for him either considering it cut off some of his air supply, and he could smell his own breath. He didn't like it at all.

After closing the front door, Soarin heard little footsteps running down the stairs. Dash was relieved to see he came home in one piece, judging by the smile on her face.

"I would hug you right now, but you have to go shower and throw your clothes in the washing machine." Dash says as she opens a cabinet in the kitchen to pull out a tube of wipes. "I'm going to wipe down all of these items. Leave your shoes and gloves by the door. I'll do something about those."

"Jeez, not even a hello?" Soarin rolls his eyes. Following her instructions, he kicks off his sneakers, takes his gloves off, and throws them on the floor. "Can we bake tomorrow? All that pacing in the store exhausted me."

Dash, who was putting on rubber gloves, dropped what she was doing to glare at him. She actually cannot believe him right now. He's the one who was so adamant on going to the store and buying four ingredients to bake a small pie that she isn't even going to eat because she dislikes pie. She was the one who made sure he went out protected because she doesn't want him to get sick. For an entire hour and a half, she was pacing around her room, worrying that he could get sick because he was in a public place. Everything she had done during the past hour was for him, all so he could earn the pleasure of tasting a pie instead of simply getting a store-bought one.

She's so upset that she can't even bring herself to scream at him. There was just no point.

"You know what?" She removes the gloves and throws the on the counter with the store-bought items. "Clean everything up yourself. I'm exhausted from worrying about you."

And just like that, she stormed off in a fit of rage. It took Soarin completely by surprise. He doesn't even understand why she's so upset right now.

"Dashie, wait! Was it something I said?" He called out to her, but she was already gone. He heard the sound of a door slamming seconds afterwards. "Oh man. What did I do?"

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A/N

Hi.

Idk what to say.