"The early bird can have the worm, because worms are gross and mornings are stupid." —yourtango
Soarin awoke to the sound of shouting.
“Hmm?” He awoke groggily and slowly opened his eyes.
Bad idea.
He groaned in annoyance as he was met with sunlight directly shining on his face.
Soarin closed his eyes once again and peacefully laid there for a few more seconds in silence. Oh sweet silence.
The shouting resumed.
“That just couldn't last now could it?” He grumbled, now fully awake. “Now, what is the commotion about?” He asked to himself and walked over to the door, yawning.
As soon as he stepped out, his attention was diverted by the smell of fresh blueberry pancakes.
Soarin’s stomach grumbled and he licked his lips. Breakfast sounded great right now…
But of course, the shouting once again got louder at that moment.
Who was yelling?!
His focus was once again returned to the sound and he followed it to the last room…Fleetfoot’s current room.
He opened the door and shoved a hoof in his mouth to stifle his laughter.
The pony shouting was Spitfire and the pony being shouted at was an unfazed and still sleeping, Fleetfoot.
Spitfire was pulling at her hind legs, trying to drag the apparently heavy sleeper out of bed. But, somehow she still managed to sleep and stay on the bed, snoring loudly.
“—FROM ALL THE YEARS OF WAKING UP EARLY FOR WONDERBOLTS TRAINING, ALL IT TAKES IS ONE DAY FOR YOU TO FORGET. ONE. BLOODY. DAY!! I DON’T HAVE A SHITTING CLUE HOW YOU’RE STILL SLEEPING BUT, I KNOW IF I WERE AN ASSASSIN, YOU’D ALREADY BE DEAD BY NOW, KEEP AWARE OF YOUR SURROUNDINGS, YOU BLOODY GODDAMN—” she kept on going about how Princess Celestia would be disappointed in her and how she wasn't living up to the status of a Wonderbolt.
Deciding Soarin had enough of his laughs for the day, he walked up to Spitfire chuckling, and put his hoof on her mouth.
“I’d think by now you'd have murdered her,” he joked. She took a deep breath and huffed.
“I've been at it a while and I don't know how she's still sleeping. I've literally tried everything!” She growled. The door opened once again to reveal Dash standing in the doorway.
“The hell was all that shouting about? And did Fleetfoot sleep all through that?!” She asked, tipping her head in confusion.
“Spitfire here, was yelling and trying to wake up an ever sleeping Fleet,” Soarin snickered.
“Oh,” Dash rolled her eyes playfully. She proceeded to walk to the bed where the turquoise pegasus was sleeping and turned her on her stomach. She then brought a hoof back and hit her in between both her wings. Spitfire rose an eyebrow.
“Uhh, what are you doing?” Fleetfoot suddenly woke up with a jolt causing Spitfire and Soarin to yelp and take a step back in surprise.
Fleetfoot yawned and looked tiredly at the three ponies, two of which were looking at her with their mouths agape.
“What?” She rose an eyebrow.
No response.
“Uh,” she shrugged. “Morning? I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.” She got up and casually walked towards the door, closing it behind her.
There was a moment of silence as the two remaining Wonderbolts turned their heads and looked at Dash. She smiled sheepishly.
“What? You learn a few tricks when one of your best friends’ is a very heavy sleeper.” She stuck her tongue out and walked out the door behind Fleetfoot.
“Well then,” Soarin chuckled. “Guess there's a lot more we don't know about her.”
“Yeah, I guess.” Spitfire shook her head playfully and walked out with him following close behind.
Rainbow Dash, that mare sure is something. A complete mystery, Soarin thought to himself.
He continued to walk towards the kitchen but stopped as something caught his eye from the right side of the room, across from the kitchen.
A photograph.
Curious, Soarin trotted towards the picture and studied it carefully.
In the photo, a party was in progress with Dash in the middle backing away from a green, male Pegasus with a pale yellow mane with her friend Fluttershy quietly giggling behind her hoof.
That male pegasus looked strikingly familiar…
“He is so annoying! He's convinced that we’re gonna end up marrying each other when we grow up! Bleh!!”
“Is he that much of an idiot? Though, I don't think you have to worry. I'm pretty sure your undying hate for him will stop you two from marrying each other anyway!”
What?
That voice in his head almost sounded like…
Nah!
Soarin shook his head, glancing one last time at the picture before making his way towards the kitchen where the mares had already started eating.
“Took you long enough.” Fleetfoot spoke behind a mouthful of food, “did you get lost on the way?” She teased.
“Oh, ha ha.” He rolled his eyes and sat down next to Dash. “It's better to arrive late than ugly.”
“At least the mirror didn't break when I looked at it.” She lowered her eyebrows with a small smirk.
“Point to Fleetfoot!” Spitfire declared while chuckling along with Dash.
“Do you do this often?” Dash asked as she resumed eating her food.
“Whenever we get the chance.” She then glanced at Soarin, “everypony usually targets Soarin here. He loses easily,” she smirked.
“Hey!” He put a hoof on his chest in mock offence.
“Oh stop crying you big baby!” Spitfire chuckled.
“The world’s against me,” he fake sniffled.
“The universe’s against you.” Fleetfoot remarked wryly.
“Ha. Ha.” Soarin flattened his brow.
“Anyways guys?” Rainbow began while chuckling. “After breakfast, I think we should get started on planning our routine, deciding the moves and such?”
“Sure.” Spitfire nodded, “but Dash, there's something I need to ask. Have you ever worked and flew a formation or move with a team or another pony?” She asked.
“Not that I can remember.” Rainbow admitted.
“Hmm. We’ll have to go over a few things in basic formations to get you comfortable enough in working with others.”
“Alright.” Dash shrugged.
This is gonna be awesome, she thought.
Meanwhile, Soarin was still thinking about that picture.
The picture which had mysteriously looked familiar.
Who was that?
And, why did it feel like he had been there?