//------------------------------// // Soar feelings // Story: Gildaloo // by Bysen //------------------------------// As Soarin’ walked up to the counter, the waitress had yelled something to another worker out the back. The redhead behind the counter was shortly joined by another male waiter who looked almost like her twin. Both of them gawked over who had just come into their store and eventually got past their fangasming and high pitched squeals to actually take his order. Back over at Scootaloo and Gilda’s table however, Scootaloo was trying to shrink down in her seat despite one of her idols being so near by. Gilda just stared at her with an expression that screamed ‘Seriously?...’ as the girl pulled her jacket up over her head. Which besides the fact that it looked stupid, was a Wonderbolts jacket anyway and would draw even more attention towards than it normally would anyway. “Put that thing down and stop acting like a moron.” Gilda said as she reached across the table and yanked Scootaloos jacket back to her shoulders. She could understand Scootaloo’s angst, remembering Scootaloo had said some stuff about being teased in school about being gay. Still this was over the top and actually kinda offensive to Gilda. “Listen Squirt, chillax. That guy’s name’s Rumble right?” “Yeah.” Scootaloo replied, thinking Gilda was about to suggest some sort of plan to get away from him. “Yo! Rumble!” Gilda yelled out barely a second after Scootaloo had answered as she waved an arm up in the air. Rumble turned towards them and though he couldn’t see it, Scootaloo’s face had just fallen off of her face. He had no idea who this person calling to him was but he easily recognised the back of Scootaloo's head. If you know what I mean. He had sat behind her in class for over a year after all. He turned back to Soarin’ and told him “Dude-Man-Bro, it’s been awesome meeting ya. I gotta go though Bro-Man-Dude. Catch ya ‘gain some time Man-Bro-Dude.” and he put out a fist for Soarin’ to bump. Soarin’ gave the boy what he wanted and turned back to the waitress he was giving his autograph/phone number too. Rumble walked up to the table, turned his cap from backwards to sideways and sat down beside Scootaloo, throwing an arm over her shoulder as he landed. “Yo what’s up Scoota-lewd?!” She didn’t answer, however. Gilda did for her. “Not much. She’s just freaking out about you thinking she’s a les and we’re on a date.” “What the actual hell Gilda?!” Scootaloo almost yelled and would’ve been heard by the whole restaurant if there hadn’t been a celebrity in the shop drawing attention away from them. She looked at Rumble next to her, their faces barely a hand’s length away from each other. “I’m not gay Rumble. This isn’t a date! I swear!” she told with an obvious amount of fear in her voice. When they were younger, before they’d become friends over their shared love of The Wonderbolts and over similar eXstreaming web series, Rumble had been one of the boys teasing her about being gay for liking those very same things. “Geez. Make it sound like I’m some sort of leper for being inta chicks why don’t cha?” Gilda replied in monotone. “I’m not allowed ta have girl friends that aren’t my ‘girlfriends’ now?” “Yeah!” Scootaloo said with force. She wasn’t so much defending Gilda’s side as much as her own. “She’s like what we have. Just cause you’re a guy and I’m a girl doesn’t mean we’ll automatically hook up, right? We can be friends with none of that BS other stuff.” Scootaloo said. Rumble didn’t show it but Gilda visibly cringed as she watched a guy get friendzoned before her eyes. “What, you gay or something?” Rumble said as he turned towards Gilda. #subtle “What gave it away…” she replied, cocking an eyebrow. As much as this was to get under Scootaloo’s skin and was starting to get under Gilda’s own skin, it at least made the situation clear to Rumble. “So you’re on a date? I thought you liked dick.” Rumble said with complete sincerity. Didn’t stop Gilda from laughing at the top her lungs at this kid’s brazenness. With any other girl he would’ve put it more tactfully but with Scootaloo he knew he could get away with it. She certainly wasn’t one of the guys to him, but she fit in with them just as much. Which in truth was partly the reason her sexuality was questioned in the first place. Scootaloo at least had the good grace to not lose her top over it. “Well clearly I do if I’m friends with a dick like you…” she said as she jabbed him in the shoulder. Hard. “I’m straight alright. We’ve gone over this.” “How could I forget. That time you and Sweetie Belle… damn girl…” “You and Button Mash.” Scootaloo stated, which shut Rumble up in an instant and of course got another hearty laugh from Gilda. Rumble’s face yelled what could only be described as a ‘I thought we agreed never to talk about that’ look. “I’m not gay, alright?” “Alright…” Rumble chuckled. “I believe you. You know I do. Scoots.” he said, making it clear to Gilda these two had something between them. “Don’t mean I ain’t gonna rib you ‘bout being a lesbo though.” or not… what a dick. And as you’d expect, this earned him a an elbow to the chest, much harder than her shoulder-punch before was. The wind knocked out of Rumble’s chest, he wheezed heavily for a couple of moments. He slowly recovered though and none of them noticed, or even remember, that Soarin’ was in this restaurant with them. Not until he sat down beside Gilda that is. “Still wearing that jacket, huh Scootaloo?” he said. Both Gilda and Rumble stared at Soarin’, half slack jawed for a moment before what he’d said sunk in as they both quickly swivelled their heads towards Scootaloo. “Sure am.” she replied casually, as if this was just another person and not a legendary Wonderbolt. “Oh, that reminds me. Gilda, Rumble. This is Soarin’, thought ya might wanna meet him.” she said with a smug grin. “You know each other?!” Gilda exclaimed. Actually, come to think of it, it didn’t entirely surprise her. Scootaloo had mentioned something about having gotten the jacket she was wearing now from one of The Wonderbolts. “So he’s the one you got that thing from.” Gilda said as she leant over the table and gave a slight pull on the collar. “Oh yeah, forgot you knew Soarin’.” Rumble stated with a noticeable hint of jealousy in his voice. “Na, she got that jacket from Rai-” “Your apple pie Mister Soarin’.” the waiter said as he placed the food down in front of him. “Please… ‘Mister Soarin’’s my father’s name.” he said joyously. The young brown-haired waiter was about to laugh along with him. But before long, with a much sterner voice, Soarin’ added “You can call me Sir.” as he furrowed his brow and glared at the waiter. The boy just looked crushed and nervous at the same time as he backed up a step before turning and leaving. Once he was out of earshot both Soarin’ and Scootaloo just started trying to hold back their laughter. “Still messing with your fans… such a role model.” Scootaloo told the jerk. “Pretty much. Still haven’t even said hey to these two yet after all.” he said as he picked up a fork and cut off a piece of pie. “I’m not sure if this guy’s funny or’s just a jerk… I like his style.” Gilda said as she leant over the table slightly and putting flirtatious emphasis on the last words. “Wouldn’t expect any less from a lady such a-oh Celestia that’s good!” Soarin’ half replied as he shoved a piece of pie in his mouth. He completely lost any train of thought he was having and just devolved into nom’ing down his pie! “Tabloids weren’t kidding, huh?” Gilda said as she leant back off of the table, all attraction gone from her tone as she watched Soarin’ eat… no that’s too nice of a term, ‘devour’ suited what they were looking at more aptly. As creepy as it was watching him ingest his pie, she couldn’t help but feel hungry from how much pleasure he was getting from it. She looked down to her own food and began to eat once more. The table quickly took on an awkward silence as everyone ate. Well, silence except for a constant ‘om nom nom’ing coming from Soarin’. Eventually Scootaloo broke the silence as she just remembered something from earlier this morning. “Hey, I just remembered something from earlier this morning. What happened to you being ‘too busy’ ta hang with me today?” she asked Rumble. Both he and Dildo looked up from their plates at her. Soarin kept eating though but he was probably listening still. “I told you, I had plans.” he replied. “Yeah I know, and then you come in here following Soarin’ around.” “Well yeah… that was what my plan was. Everyone knew he was in town, figured I’d try to find him.” Rumble said as he realised that they’d being planning on doing the same thing all along. “And you didn’t think I’d like ta come along to meet a Wonderbolt?...” she asked as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Because it was. And he knew her well enough for it to be so too. Of course it wasn’t his fault. “You know I was gonna ask if you wanted to come if you hadn’t hung up as soon as I said I had something. Hell, I was going to call you before you called me.” he said, almost sounding dejected. Then however his tone changed “‘Course I guess I know why you were in such a rush to ditch me. You and this chick here were on a date and all. Wouldn’t want me to find out.” his smugness didn’t last too long though “Ough!” he yelped. Scootaloo elbowed him sharply. And unbeknownst to her, Soarin’ had given him a strong kick in the shin too. Gilda however just laughed. “Geez… why don’t you two just hook up already?” she half-laughed before taking another bite of her own pie. Soarin’’s was all gone by this point and he had been licking his plate clean. “This joker?” Scootaloo asked. “She couldn’t handle me.” he said cockily. Gilda was about to say something more when Soarin’ started to stand up. He leant over a bit and grabbed a napkin from past Rumble. “Keep this up and no girl ever will.” he whispered sternly to the younger boy before standing and cleaning his mouth, and most of his face with the wipe. “Well it’s been great catching up with you Scoots, you two too, but I gotta go. There’s still three more pastry shops I gotta visit today.” “Heh… yeah. I’ll catch ya ‘round.” Gilda she said and gave a salute-wave goodbye with one hand while slyly slapping his butt with the other. He smiled and threw her a wink before he began off. Gilda, after telling herself to think unsexy thoughts, then looked down at her not-even-half-finished pie that she'd eaten in more than twice the time he had and yet he was off to eat at least another three. And she was nearly full already.