Bride runs away from Soarin Skies' Wedding!
Soarin angrily slammed the article down onto the table, as Thunderlane watched in concern.
"You really should stop reading that stuff. It's just gonna make you feel worse" advised Thunderlane.
"Why would she do this? I thought we meant something to each other" said Soarin, "She obviously didn't. I feel so stupid!"
Thunderlane took a deep breath in. He had to tell Soarin what he knew.
"Uh, Soarin? I need to tell you something"
Sorin turned around, "Yeah?"
Thunderlane sighed, "I knew your parents were going to come to the wedding. I just didn't tell you because I knew it would ruin thi-"
"DO YOU REALISE YOU COULD HAVE STOPPED ALL OF THIS?" roared Soarin, "I COULD HAVE STOPPED THEM MYSELF!"
"I'm sorry bro, I just thought that-"
"NO! JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!" roared Soarin, getting up. Thunderlane glared at his friend, quietly leaving. As soon as the door closed, Soarin fell back onto the chair. What was happening? Reality sinked in harder than before for him: His bride dumped him on the aisle. And that was that. Soarin heard a knock on the door.
"Sweetie? Are you okay in there?" The door opened and Mrs Skies entered the room. She took a seat next to her son, not making eye-contact with him.
"Look Soarin- maybe all this is for the best. That tramp didn't deserve you anyway"
"Don't. Call her. A tramp" said Soarin, voice rising in anger
"But look in what a state she's put my only son in! Look at you, you've become a mess! And by the way, I've payed all those newspaper companies to stop those articles. Not that she didn't deserve this" said Mrs Skies, throwing the newspaper behind her.
Soarin looked up at his mother, "Why did she do it? Am I not worthy enough? Did I do something wrong?"
"No no no. Not at all. You've got to forget that girl and move on dear" assured Mrs Skies, "Why don't you take some time off all this? Talk to someone your age?"
"Mom; what did you do?"
Mrs Skies giggled, "Oh- I just organised a little get together for you and the daughter of our new business partner, Mr Dust, a very reputable family"
Dust...that surname sounded familiar...
The doors burst opened, and a teal girl with blond hair in a ponytail stood there. Yep. Lightning Dust.
"Lightning Dust? What are you doing here?" asked Soarin, suddenly getting up, awkwardly shaking his former girlfriend's hand.
"Oh, I wasn't invited to the wedding, but I know you wouldn't mind me coming along" she said, pinching Soarin's nose playfully. Before the boy could retaliate, Mrs Skies was already pushing the two outside, against Soarin's will. She quickly slammed the door shut in their faces, and rested in her son's room. She took out a photo of Soarin and Rainbow Dash standing in front of the beach together.
"Finally that Dash girl is out of my way. I can finally have what is best for my family, and make my son truly happy" she cackled, gently tearing the photo in half, separating the two ex-lovers in more than just the photograph.
Lightning Dust and Soarin sat at a quaint little cafe, with hearts and flowers everywhere. And Soarin was very obviously- not comfortable with the decorations. Lightning Dust noticed Soarin looking upset.
"Oh, come now Soary. Don't be sad" she said. Soarin looked up from poking at his tiramisu.
"Come on, gimme a chance!" wailed Lightning Dust. Soarin glared at her.
"You blackmailed me into being your 'boyfriend' for popularity" he deadpanned. Lightning giggled awkwardly.
"Let's just leave the past in the past. What have you been up to these years?"
"I've been studying at college for a couple of years. After that, I decided to write my own book series, 'The Tales of Life'" explained Soarin.
"Omigosh! I love your work! So you're the 'S.S.S'!?" fangirled Lightning. Soarin chuckled.
"Yeah. Soarin Silver Skies"
Hmm...Lightning wasn't as bad as he thought. Sure she had completely ruined senior year of high school for him and another...certain person. But she seemed to be a better person now. Lightning genuinely seemed interested in being friend. Just friends.
"Soarin? Are you thinking about Rainbow Dash again?" asked Lightning Dust, noticing Soarin's blank expression.
Soarin winced, "Please don't say her name"
"Look, I know it's a painful subject, but believe me, talking through these things help. Trust me, I know what you're feeling" said Lightning, glancing down at the floor in shame, "When you left me I felt like maybe there was something wrong with me. No one talked to me, everyone called me names, I felt alone. But I found a way to do something I love- art. I do a few art exhibitions here and there, and they really help me feel positive about myself"
"Wow. Well, I guess I just feel really like trash" Soarin chuckled in sadness, "I got dumped by the girl I loved most on the day of our wedding. On the aisle no less"
"Loved?"
Soarin looked up, "Yeah. She's gone from my heart"
Lightning Dust smiled, "Its great to see you're so strong about this. Hey, is there something you really enjoy like I love art?"
Soarin thought for a bit. Sure- writing. He loved to just be creative with his mind, letting out all his emotions and feelings into parchment or a laptop. Seeing something in life could strike him with inspiration, or just watching a leaf fall from a tree could spark a thousand ideas in his mind. Writing was the true love of his life. But of course, Mrs Skies dismissed his hobby, in fact, now career. She wanted him to follow traditions of their family and become a soccer star.
Soccer was...okay. He enjoyed it, sure. But it wasn't something he'd do for fun. But after this whole incident, Soarin realised that life's not all games and fun. You have to work hard and do what people in you life; wise people in you life advised. And that's exactly what he'd do.