The phone rang loudly in Rainbow Dash's ear. She popped an eye open and glared at the blue cordless phone laying discarded on the nightstand. As the screen lit up LED green,  she moaned.

        RING! Oh snap! The phone wasn't going down without a fight.

         "Oh for the love of-" Rainbow snatched up the receiver "Hello?"

           "I'm comin to your house."

     " .......Who in the heck are you?!"

      "Your true love."

  " What the.... OKAY WHO'S TRYING TO PRANK CALL ME?"

     'Sis?" A groggy filly's voice whined. "Ugh, it's like 9 in the morning, who are you talking to?"

        "Some pranking  bozo, I guess."

"HOW DARE YOU CALL ME A BOZO! I AM AN OFFICIAL OFFICER!" The voice raged, before laughter rang out on the other end and a familiar voice sounded. "An official first officer, that is!"

          Rainbow Dash facehoofed. "SOARIN! What the hel- hay, bro?!" Even with her, ahem, reputation, Rainbow was responsible enough to keep her swearing on the DL when fillies were about. "You gave me a frickin heart attack! Plus, Scootaloo is RIGHT HERE." She fumed.

        "Well it took you long enough, Dashie!" Said the stallion on the other  line.

    "Now why did you-" dingdong!.  "oh, hold on, someone's here. Scootaloo, be right back." She called as she exited the room and made her way to the front door.

     "Interesting, I wonder who it could be?" Soarin said with a maniacal laugh. Rainbow could practically see his "evil" grin. Man, he is such a dork sometimes. A dork, but so adorable- "WHAT THE HECK?!" Rainbow had now opened the front door and was looking at the stallion on her porch. The stallion had navy blue hair, green eyes, and fur that was supposedly a light blue, but was so pale it looked white. A military uniform adorned his torso, a pair of flight goggles rested on his forehead, and a lightning bolt between two wings decorated his flank. Soarin, First Officer of the Wonderbolts. Former coltfriend of Spitfire, now single. (For now)

       "Heeeeeey!" He said, grabbing the doorframe and leaning in, much like some character in a game with a haunted pizzeria that ponies were obsessing over. What was it? Five nights at...Frankie's? Eh, whatever it was, he reminded her of that weird pirate dog looking thing.

    "Why are you here, dork?" she deadpanned, genuinely aggravated that he had woken her up that early on a Sunday, but not exactly dissapointed to see him.

     "Cuz', Dashie, I can be", the stallion grinned, dissolving briefly into laughter before shrinking back to avoid the cyan hoof about to slug him in the shoulder, unable to contain his glee at seeing the rainbow maned mare for the first time in forever. (Dear God, please don't sing). It had been awhile since that night, where she fell into his arms crying after finding out her dad was in the hospital after a nasty crash, but neither Pegasus had forgotten that evening. It had been a time of bonding for them, Rainbow crying as she hadn't in a while, and Soarin stroking the green and blue streaks of hair on the back of her head, desperately trying to reassure her.

     Rainbow Dash was currently thinking about this night as well, but wasn't in the mood to rehash the past, or play games. "No, seriously, why?" she monotoned, dangerously close to sounding like Maud in her frustration with the...dreamy...handsome stallion-NO!

Soarin, still grinning, looked down, shuffling his hooves. "I don't know, it just feels like we never just, talk, anymore. I mean without somepony's life being in danger. But come on, Dash, you know me! Did you really think I was kidding when I said "I'm coming to your house'?" He couldn't help adding, to which Rainbow responded by punching him in the shoulder, "NOT. AMUSED." written all over her face. Soarin's grin never subsided though, so Rainbow Dash gave up her little game and returned the ear to ear beam.

"Tell me about it." She quipped, turning to trot to the couch and motioning for him to follow. "I mean with Scoot, my job, and my dad still healing from his injury, it's been kinda crazy. I'm not gonna lie, I kinda miss the days when we could just sit and chat."

"Heh, yeah. So, where is, what's your nickname for her, the insane little whackadoodle disguised as a filly? From what you've told me, she's almost always running around."

Rainbow Dash thumped him with her wing and tilted her head back. "SCOOTALOO, WE HAVE A VISITOR!"

"COMING, SIS!"

"Sis? I thought you adopted her. Wouldn't that make you like, her mom?" Soarin asked, as hoofsteps sounded on the staircase behind them.

Rainbow Dash opened her eyes wide. "Looooong story." She turned to the orange filly standing at the base of the stairs, gazing in awe at the stallion before her. "Scoot, this is Soarin."

Soarin nodded, grinning wildly once more. " 'Sup."

Scootaloo was speechless, gazing from one pony to the other, spluttering her confusion.

"Wh- WHAT!"

Rainbow could hardly control her excitement.

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