This wasn't suppose to happen.
THEY weren't suppose to follow him.
Not to here.
Not right now.
Soarin' paces back and forth beside the closed curtain, occasionally peaking out to see and confirm that the paparazzi was still out there, still meandering about, searching for where he was to get the latest scoop on the Wonderbolts love life.
"I've bucked up. I buck this up totally. He'll hate me" The Blue stallion started to walk to the kitchen hoping to explain and leave without dragging his life into the hell hole of having celebrity squeeze status.
Braeburn was on the phone,
'Probably to a friend. Someone better for him then me.'
"Ahlrighty, Thanks Silverstar, I'll tell 'im, if'n he doesn't know already" He hangs up and turns to the door, but finds Soarin' in the doorway "Oh good ya here! Listen, ya know how friendly all the folk here in Applasoosa are? Well, sometimes it has its downside"
Soarin' wants to stop him and say what he needs to but something about that sentance catches him,
"Seems that our press talk abit with some other newspapers, and well..."
Sighing Soarin' was about to tell Breaburn about hi plan to leave,
"Look Skybutt, I don't want this to come between us"
'He feels the same, he know what we must do. separate'
"So let's go out there together and put a stop to any nonsense that come our way"
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"I'll be honest Breaby, I was thinking of leave, but that plan sounds much better"
The applefarmer laughs,
"Yeah, not chance Bolt. Ah ain't givin' you up for nothin'"
Walking so they were side by side he continues,
"Now let's go face this. Together."
"Let's, But first" Soarin' leans in and kisses Breaburn "I love you, Applebutt"