I need to cool down, 'cause I know we're just friends

But one look from you baby then I'm falling back in

******

"Rainbow Dash!"

I force my eyes open as Soarin's shouting and knocking has disturbed my peaceful slumber. I glare at the door as Soarin's continuous knocking was beginning to irritate me. I turn my body over and throw a pillow over my head, pressing it on the sides of my head to cover my ears.

I took precautionary measures last night, snatched the keys from the little key cabinet and took it with me to sleep. I especially made sure to lock the door because knowing Soarin, he would barge into my house like the past weekends ever since mom welcomed him in. It was becoming a routine already for the both of us, and mom doesn't care at all.

What I did not prepare for was this.

"Rainbow Dash! Wake the fuck up!" I grit my teeth and press the pillow tighter on to my head until I could only hear his shouting muffled now. Please, God, just please give me one weekend where Soarin doesn't bother with me. I am at that point where I'm close to committing murder that I already made a plan on how to kill Soarin, named it 'How to Kill Your Annoying Neighbor from School 101'.

1. Hit your neighbor's head with any solid object with a weight around 3-5 kg, with an applied force of 4000 N.

2. If there's blood, make sure to clean the evidence.

3. Cut off the dead neighbor's limbs, make sure to study anatomy for precision.

4. Burn the body to destroy DNA.

5. Bury the remains somewhere near a person's house that also hates your neighbor, but if everyone loves your neighbor, bury it outside their house.

6. Expect to be suspected because everyone knows you hate your neighbor, get a lawyer in case interrogated.

All of that aside, they would suspect me for the murder of Soarin Skies, because we live in a neighborhood where everyone's nice and friendly. I would be suspected because I'm known to drive my old neighbors away from this neighborhood, and my old neighbors would definitely accuse me for this. Honestly, if my neighbor was also Rainbow fucking Dash I would accuse that woman too because she would always rev up her car engine before going to school, loud enough to annoy everyone around her.

But the tables have turned and I'm now the one being annoyed by my neighbor.

"God! Let me sleep!" I whine, "Please, just let me fucking sleep for once!"

He chuckles from behind the door. "I know I'm hot, amazing, and sexy but you don't have to remind me that, sweetheart." Says Soarin condescendingly.

Asshole. Infuriating, cocky, stupid, asshole.

I grunt, "It's fucking Saturday! Let me fucking sleep or I'll fucking rip your fucking head off and-"

He cuts me off, "Now, now," he interjects arrogantly, "Haven't your parents ever taught you about swearing? My, my, kids these days."

"Shut the hell up!" I yell, giving the door a burning glare.

Calm down, Rainbow Dash. Don't be responsible for his death, you are smarter than that. 25 years in prison or death sentence isn't worth it.

My hand curls up into a fist, gritting my teeth as I feel my rage getting the best of me. His loud, hysterical laughter behind the door was making me angrier. I could imagine myself swinging the door open and hitting his arrogant face with my electric guitar that was lying beside my bed. I take a deep breath as I loosen my fist, and swing my legs off the bed. I sit right up on my bed and run my hands through my hair as I feel the tension earlier release a little bit, "-AND I'M NOT A FUCKING CHILD!"

He chuckles darkly, "You really thought you could lock yourself away from me." My head snaps at the door's direction as the door suddenly swings open and Soarin steps in with a smug, irritating, smile on his face. A rainbow key chain and a key dangling on his index finger.

My jaw drops, "W-Where... the hell did... you get that?"

He slowly walks towards me, like a predator about to catch his prey. I stare at him as I sense the hostile impression he's giving me. He stands in front of me and bends down to my sitting height, leaning towards me as he dangles the key right in front of my petrified face and he smirks, "You got the wrong key, sweetheart."

My heart skips a beat and my cheeks starts to burn as he lasciviously stares at me. My hands roam on the bed and hastily grab a pillow and strike it across his face. He stands up straight as he dodges my hit and steps back a little. He bursts out laughing again and I look at him confusedly, "Why the hell are you laughing!?"

"You.. should... see the... look...on your face!" He says in between his laughs as he clutches his stomach, "Priceless! HAHAH!" He continues to laugh, and I grit my teeth, charging at him. I continuously hit him with the pillow and he shields himself from my strikes as he laughs.

"You! Piece! Of! Shit!" I shout at every hit I throw at him.

He suddenly grabs the pillow from my hold and places a hand on my shoulder and spins me around as he throws the pillow back on my bed. As he was behind me, I stumble and fall on his chest, his arm snakes around my waist and his hand hovers on my eyes as he gently places it over. I prevent myself from making any movement as I couldn't see anything anymore. I could feel my cheeks heating up and my heart beating loudly.

Oh, look, and I thought you were so tough. What happened to 'How to Kill Your Annoying Neighbor from School 101'?

My breath hitches as I feel his warm breath near my neck, sending me shivers down my spine, "S-Soarin, p-please-"

"Hurry up and get ready, you're making everyone wait." He whispers.

I remove his hands and arm as I turn to face him. I somewhat feel kind of disappointed he didn't say anything provocative, but I'm also relieved he didn't. I give him a confused look, "What?"

He furrows his eyebrows and his eyes suddenly widens, "Oh, we're going out with the gang, by the way, forgot to tell you. Fleetfoot also said she'll tell your mom about the party if you don't come with us."

I could honestly care less if my mom founds out I drank from the beer bong, but I know that she'll definitely ground me. I scrunch up my eyebrows in confusion, "Where are we going?"

He rolls his eyes and walks away from me, "Just stop asking, jeez, you have too many questions." He retorts as he continues to walk out my room and closing the door behind him, leaving me with more questions and even more confused than ever.

Hurry up and get ready, you're making everyone wait. The words Soarin said repeat in my head. I somehow find myself walking inside the bathroom, taking a quick shower. After the shower, I dry myself up. Deciding to be casual, I wear the over-sized dark blue-green hoodie, skinny ripped jeans, and ankle combat boots.

The key that I thought was the key of my room glimmers against the sun's flares. I stare at it for a minute as its shining caught my eye. I wonder how Soarin got my keys in the first place, or was I just stupid to not notice that the keys were sitting somewhere. I vaguely recall to where I hid the keys, guessing if I placed it on top of the cupboard or taped it under the table.

I shrug the thoughts off, realizing that I don't need to think too much about it. As I was about to turn the knob and exit, I could hear faint conversations from downstairs. If I'm able to guess correctly, there are at least 5 or 6 people downstairs. I finally turn the knob and swing the door open, closing the door behind me as I exit.

"Yay! Rainbow Dash is actually done!" A raspy voice with lisp shouts across the living room. If anyone knew the person, they would distinguish that it's Fleetfoot easily. I roll my eyes at Fleetfoot who was smiling sarcastically me as I walk down the stairs.

"Stop being so loud, idiot." I hiss, "I would've woken up 11, no thanks to Soarin."

She chuckles, "11? Are you serious? Everyone of us, I think, at least wakes around 8 to work out and you, the team captain, is lazy."

I reach the final step of the stairs, finding out that there are 5 people who are lounging on the living room. Thunderlane, Soarin, Rarity, Fleetfoot, and Misty Fly. Four people from the soccer team and one from the unnecessary representatives of friendship of CHS.

I narrow my eyes "Shut up, Fleetfoot, I take Pilates every weekend," My eyes turn to Rarity, "And what are you doing here with these idiots?"

Rarity clicks her tongue, "I was invited-", she points a finger at Thunderlane, "by this ungrateful douche-bag over here."

Thunderlane sighs, "I'm not going to argue with you over this."

I smirk, "Ooh, you guys are playing bam-bam in the ham again, huh."

Rarity's jaw drops, "Goodness, Rainbow Dash!"

"Yeah, what the fuck Rainbow Dash!?" Thunderlane says, glaring at me and turns to Soarin, "Aren't you gonna do anything!?"

Soarin waves his hands dismissively, "Don't involve me in this."

Thunderlane glares at him, "Aren't you just a good friend."

"Okay, fine!" Soarin rolls his eyes and sighs, "Rainbow Dash. Stop it."

I hold my hands out in surrender and turn my back, heading to the kitchen and walk to the corner where the refrigerator was. I swing the refrigerator door open, scanning my eyes around the food chilled inside. Eggs, milk, yogurt, sandwiches, soda, fruits, and leftovers. My stomach was rumbling but none of these just gets along with my appetite. Giving up on breakfast, I shut the door close and walking back the living room.

"Hey, Rainbow Dash!" Fleetfoot calls from the kitchen bar as she sees me. She stands in front of the glass cabinet filled with liquors. "Can I have?"

I shrug, "Who's going to stop you anyway, Fleetfoot?"

"Yes!" She pumps her fist in the air and grabs a shot glass from the bar table.

"Goddamit, Fleetfoot." Misty Fly grumbles and runs up to Fleetfoot and she snatches the shot glass from her hands.

"Hey, what gives!?" Fleetfoot glares at her as she tries to get the glass back.

Misty Fly raises it up in the air, stopping Fleetfoot by pushing her down from reaching the glass, "Isn't the day a little too early?"

Fleetfoot sighs and rolls her eyes, looking like she has given up.

I chuckle and shake my head and walk over them, "Hey, do you guys have classes with Lightning Dust?" I ask. Misty Fly and Fleetfoot both give me puzzled looks as Misty Fly places the shot glass down on the table.

Misty Fly smirks, "Well, I have her in Biology, my partner in the laboratory actually, and you won't believe that that bitch almost made me fail. I was doing this and she's all like, 'that's not how it works!' I had no choice but to follow the instructions Mr. Cranky, but there she was following a different instruction."

I cringe, "Damn, actually, I was going to ask if you guys have any updates about her joining the soccer team."

Fleetfoot raises a brow, "What, you want her to join?"

I shake my head, "Nope, she's the last person I want on the soccer team, she can sub but I've seen her sub once, and she was an awful teammate."

I hate Lightning Dust. Not just petty hate or anything, I loathe her. If ever had the list on who I hate the most, she is on the top, and she's a few steps from the other people I hate. She is so full of herself. In freshmen year, when I wasn't the varsity captain yet, she did everything just for her to win the spotlight. She also took the ball from me, as I was going to kick it to the goal, and pushed me off and made me fall. She was my fucking teammate for fuck's sake! From pushing her teammates off to everyone getting injured just so she could be the one everyone knew who will always win the goal.

She did get the spotlight, but the opposite of what she wanted. So not only do I want her off the team for personal reasons, but I also want her off the team because of her foul play.

"Not surprised about that but why are you asking?" asks Fleetfoot.

I heave a sigh, "Well she was bothering Vice Principal Luna about-"

"What are you guys talking about?"

I flinch at the sudden voice interrupting me and snap my head only to see Soarin with a wide grin on his face. His hands behind him and bending a little, his face written with curiosity. I glare at him, pushing him away with my shoulder, "None of your business, Soarin."

He scoffs and pushes back at me, "I'm part of the soccer team, I'm pretty sure it's my business too."

I roll my eyes, "It's no one- It's just about Lightning Dust-"

"Lightning Dust?-"

"Interrupt me again one more time-" Wait. My eyes narrow at him, "Hold on, do you know Lightning Dust?"

He stares at me before shaking his head and smiles, "Nope, I don't know her, and it's totally none of my business." Soarin walks away and the three of us stare at his retreating figure.

"He's acting weird." Misty Fly comments.

I roll my eyes, "Nah, he probably got bored on the second we were talking about the soccer team."

Fleetfoot shrugs, "Yeah, I can totally imagine that for him." She breaks away her attention from Soarin and looks at the both of us, "We should totally go now."

******

I turn the knob and push the door of Vice Principal Luna's office, the office dark as usual. My mind reminds me back to the moment where Soarin and I got scolded for fighting. It still was a stupid idea to make us both stick with each for a week just to be friends, but at least now I know that Soarin isn't bad. We just regularly misunderstand each other, no, we actually understand each other. We're just bored.

Vice Principal Luna gives me a smile and my eyes wander to the person sitting in front of Vice Principal Luna. Bright amber hair and light turquoise skin. My right hand balls into a fist as I realize who it was.

"Take a seat Rainbow Dash." says Vice Principal Luna, gesturing a hand at me.

"Rainbow Dash!"

I snap back to reality as Rarity claps her hands in front of my face. I stare at her before shaking my head and looking back straight at her again, "Uhh, yeah?"

She crosses her arms and narrows her eyes, "We were asking you if you wanted to join us for the movies?"

"Well it's not like she can disagree." says Soarin.

I look at them in confusion, "We're going to watch a movie?"

Thunderlane chokes out a laugh, "Were you seriously zoning out in the entire conversation?"

Fleetfoot shoves Thunderlane on the back of his head, "So what kind of movie are we watching?" Fleetfoot asks as Thunderlane glares at her,

Rarity waves a hand at us, catching our attention, "Oh this one's genre is action and there's lots of-"

Soarin cuts Rarity off. "Since everyone here is a twat, there's another movie with this sad shit of a plot and whoever cries will have to be called lil bitch until next year. Deal?"

Thunderlane gags, "What the fuck, Soarin, you can't make me watch some romance."

"Not that I agree with Thunderlane- but I do not like romance movies." says Rarity.

Thunderlane nods, "Yeah. It's those movies where the girl dumps the guy right after she knew the guy has an alcoholic problem because his mother left him when he was a child and that she never cared about her own son. It's always that."

We all look at Thunderlane in silence, giving him weird looks.

"Oh my god, Thunderlane, will you stop projecting your issues on us?" Rarity retorts in disgust, "Yeah, okay we get it. You didn't get the attention you wanted."

Thunderlane looks at her confusdely, "What? I'm not projecting-"

Rarity cuts Thunderlane off, "Shhh! You've said enough."

Misty Fly raises a hand, "I don't care about that, I just want something different for a change."

Fleetfoot snickers, "You sure it's different?"

Misty Fly glares at Fleetfoot and Fleetfoot purses her lips and looks away.

"Well you guys got any suggestions?" Soarin asks.

I groan, "Let's just go for that romance movie, even if it's corny as fuck."

"Alright then, let's get those tickets." Soarin agrees and we all go to the movie area to buy the tickets for this movie. The summary said it's where two people basically meet each other and often meet each other "coincidentally" and then become friends and being there for each other despite having feelings until it both ruins them. Sounds pretty stupid, I mean, if people like each other then just date each other, how difficult is that?

Rarity calls me and pulls me down to the restrooms and she pulls out her expensive eyeliner, mascara and highlighter. "What are you gonna do with those?" I ask, raising a brow.

She creates a winged eyeliner and did it perfectly. "How to cry over a movie; Step 1, don't." She applies mascara and put on some highlighter that made her cheekbones define more.

I scoff, "That's like where you'll waste all your expensive makeup."

"Exactly, Rainbow Dash! This is why I suggested the action movie because I won't cry over it!" Rarity grunts and puts back her makeup on her bag and we both exit the restrooms and we both head straight to the theaters.

******

I didn't put any effort on that last sentences because-

AARGHH IM GETTING ANXIOUS OVER THIS STORY WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH