A Wedding To Remember!
Chapter 13- Burning Hearts!

Rainbow Dash's P.O.V

“What is it now Fleetfoot?” I grumbled as I changed into my soccer uniform.

“Nothing. I'm just saying.”

“Saying what?!”

“Well, Soarin is always around you. So, I'm assuming that he is your pet.”

“He's not my pet!”

“Or maybe you're his pet.” Flitter said while putting on her soccer shoes.

“Ugh, we are not pets to one another!”

“Why are you shouting? No one is shouting.” Fleetfoot asked.

“She does seem to have a point.”

“Flitter! When did you come to this conversation?”

“Um, just now. Anyway, what Fleetfoot means is that you guys hang around each other. A lot.”

“So? We're friends.” I replied walking out the the field.

“Ya sure. Friends.” Flitter repeated.

“Hehehe, with benefits!” Fleetfoot laughed. All the girls in the locker room burst out with laugher.

“I HEARD THAT FLEETFOOT!!!!!!” I shouted from the field.

We all were outside doing some stretches and I was doing sit ups. Fleetfoot sat next to me and started to stretch her arms.

“So, where's your pet? You can bring pets on the field, you know?”

“I know but I have my own pet.”

“Oooohhh, you're a girl that has 2 pets? Alright Dash!”

“No, I only have one. Here.”

I went in my pocket to find Cinnamon still sleeping. I covered her up and opened my hand only to reveal Cinnamon to Fleetfoot. Fleetfoot was in awe with her.

“OMG!!!!!! SHE'S FREAKING ADORABLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

“Hehehe, yeah she is.”

“Oh my gosh!!!!! Look at her little self. Her cute paws and her fur is to die for!!!!!”

“Hehehe, yup.”

“OMG!!!! Can you imagine her eyes?!!!”

“Yes, they are big and black.”

“REALLY?!!!!!” She squeaked.

“Yup. But she isn't like ordinary guinea pigs.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, she talks.”

“AHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! A CUTE WITTLE GUINEA PIG TALKS?!!!!!! HOW DOES SHE SPEAK?!!!!!”

“Like this.” I said in a cute little squeaky voice. Fleetfoot hugged tightly and screamed.

“You're voice is so cuteeeeeeee!!!!”

“But that's how she talks.”

“Awwwww.”

Cinnamon started to move slightly. Then she yawned and opened her cute eyes. We both looked at her and Fleetfoot tried to keep her emotions in check. I smiled at Cinnamon and then looked at Fleetfoot. She had her fingers over her mouth and then she was squealing under her breath. I started to laugh.

“I see you enjoyed you nap, huh Cinnamon?”

“Mhm. So, what did I miss?”

“A lot. I'm at soccer practice.”

“Oh okay. Hello.” She waved at Fleetfoot. She was still trying to keep herself in check.

“Um, is your friend okay?”

“Yeah, she's just trying hard not to freak out about your adorableness.”

“Oh, I see. Hello there!”

“OMG!!!!! HIIIII!!!!! I'M SO HAPPY!!!! YOU'RE SO ADORABLE!!!!!!!” Fleetfoot screamed and touched Cinnamon’s face. “SOOOO SOFT!!!! WHEN DID YOU GET HER?!!!”

“Well, it was a while when I had her. She's very cute.”

“Yes, she is!!!”

“Hehehe, thanks for calling me adorable. Are we on the field?”

“Mhm, we'll be back. Or will you like to be in my hair?”

“Yes!!! Hair please!!”

She climbed up my arm and went in my hair.

“She goes in your hair? Cute!!”

Coach Glider blew her whistle and commanded us to start playing.

“Alight girls!!! Let's go!!”

We all ran to the middle of the field and huddled up.

“Okay guys. We need to buckle down and get serious. Right now, we'll warm up by doing some stretches and then we'll run around the field 5 times. Understand?!”

“Yes ma'am.”

We all were stretching. Fleetfoot was doing some sit ups. And I was doing squats.

“Really Dash? Squats?”

“What? I'm doing the easy stuff first.”

“Oh, I see. You're trying to make your butt bigger for your other pet!”

“Fleetfoot!!!!”

“What?”

“And squats doesn't make your butt bigger. I don't know what makes your butt big. I guess my butt is just big. And why are we talking about butts?”

“Dunno. You have hips too.”

“I do?”

“Mhm, and a figure.”

I sighed and grumbled.

“Hey, it's not bad.”

“It is for me. I don't want boys to look at me.”

“Like your pet. What's his name? Soarin right? Nice name for a pet don't ya think?” She smirked.

“I'm going to kill you. Keep talking.”

“Hehehe, just teasing ya. You're so angry. Is someone missing her pet?”

“Shut up!!!”

“Is there something going on here?” Spitfire asked holding a soccer ball in her hand. She was the captain of our team.

“Oh Spitfire! Thank goodness you're here. Tell Fleetfoot to stop making fun of me. I only have 1 pet not 2!”

“Yes she does. She has a guinea pig and a dog.”

“A dog?”

“Yeah, Soarin a dog.”

Spitfire looked at me and I looked at her. We both laughed.

“Hehe, Soarin's not a dog Fleet.” Spitfire chuckled.

“But he acts like it. Dash is his owner.”

“Oh really now? Is he a good boy?”

“Spitfire!!! Don't encourage this!!” I shouted. They both laughed hardly and Fleetfoot started to make some dog sounds.

“Woof woof!” Fleetfoot tried to imitate the sound of a dog.

“Fleetfoot. Stop please!”

Spitfire was laughing then she joined Fleetfoot.

“Who's a good boy?! Who's a good boy?!! Good boy!!! Who's the greatest?! Yes you are!” Spitfire said in a baby voice while Fleetfoot kept barking.

My cheeks turned pink from embarrassment from both of my friends. I covered my face while I heard Cinnamon trying to hold in her laugh which sounded like she was dying.

“Ewwww! Get that laugh fixed!!”

“OKAY GIRLS! Let's start practice!” Coach Glider shouted. We all started to wake up by running around the field 5 times and then continue stretching some more. We were running all around and then Fleetfoot being herself, tried to run like a dog.

“Fleetfoot!!!” Spitfire shouted while laughing so much. I giggled and Cinnamon was still laughing.

“Okay! That's enough!”

But she got up and gave me a smirk.

“I can stop now. Your dog is here.”

“Wait huh?!!”

I turned around and saw Soarin walking in. Coach Glider blew a fuse.

“SOARIN!!!! GET OUT!!!!”

“Wait I need to stay. Coach Johnson told me to come here.”

She didn't seem convinced. She told him to sit 6 feet away from us.

“If I hear any girl say you're inferring with one of them, I will tell Coach Johnson myself to cut you from the team for 3 games! So I make myself clear?!”

“Yes ma'am!” Soarin saluted. I giggled.

“Good. Come on girls! Let's get those footwork going!”

“Hey, um, Coach Glider?”

“What Soarin?”

“I'm sorry.”

“For what?”

“For getting to excited and then knocked your coffee down.”

“Oh it's okay. I really don't know why you were excited. It was just a basketball game.”

“Yeah that but one of my friends was a cheerleader.”

“Lemme guess.”

“Please don't!”

We finished running and my water bottle was near the Coach and Soarin. I tried to avoid him but I gave have a smile.

“Hey baby girl.”

“Hello Soarin. And I'm not your baby girl.”

“Okay, one day you will be.” He flirted. I started to blush because Coach Glider was there.

“Um, did I miss something?” She asked.

“Well, no. But, he's just being a flirt. Hehe.” I smiled sheepishly. I finished drinking my water and walked back to Fleetfoot until I heard:

“Looking good baby girl!!!”

Fleetfoot and the rest of the girls laughed and then I turned around and saw him looking at my butt. I turned my face around and went back to sit next to Fleetfoot while covering my face from my blush.

“Awwwwwwwww!!!! Someone's blushing!!!!” Fleetfoot teased.

“Please stop.”

“Oooh, the dog has some tricks to show ya, huh Dash?” Cinnamon asks with a evil grin. My cheeks turned pink to deep red real quick.

“Cinnamon!!!!!!”

“Hehehe, what? It's true!”

“Ugh!!!!”

“Wait wait. Maybe he wants a treat!” Fleetfoot laughed.

“Hehehe, the dog is hungry Dash. Feed him.” A voice said.

I turned around and saw Spitfire. She gave a smile.

“Oops! Did I say that one out loud?”

I started to grumble and my face was red. I was agitated!

“Please!!! Stop!!”

“Okay guys. Dash is getting really angry.” Cinnamon stated.

“Okay okay. We're done with jokes.” Spitfire said sternly. “No more games.”

“We have soccer.” Fleetfoot reassured.

“It's a metaphor, Fleet.” I rolled my eyes in disgust.

“Hey ladies.”

“Hello Soarin. Hey, shouldn't you be in basketball practice?” Spitfire asked.

“Spits!!! Ssshhh! Coach Glider doesn't need to know. I told Coach Johnson that I was going to the bathroom.”

“Hehehe, well, seems like you went the wrong way. This is the soccer field.” I spoke up.

“Yeah I know. I wanted to see how's my favorite friend is doing.”

“I'm okay. Now go back before Coach Johnson gives you a punishment. And trust me, his punishments are deadly!”

“Not for my eyes.”

Fleetfoot and Spitfire giggled and my cheeks turned red instantly. I tried to come my face, but I guess that's a no no.

“So, ladies? How's soccer?”

“It's bad now that you're here!”

“Geez, Fleet. I know I'm your cousin but gosh. That's a bit harsh.”

“Soarin, we all think that way.”

“Not Spits and not Dashie.”

“Woah woah! Dashie? You make him call you that?” Spitfire asked.

“Sort of. And it's his nickname for me.”

“So, you like him calling you that?” Fleetfoot asked.

“Mhm.”

As I was talking with them, Soarin touched my waist and was hugging me from behind. I was blushing deeply while they were all laughing. Including Cinnamon.

“Soarin, we talked about this.”

“Oh yeah, you want it deeper?”

Everyone had an awkward face.

“That sounds wrong on so many levels.” Fleetfoot said while trying to comprehend what he just said.

“No! And that deeper thing?! No! We never talked about this deep.”

“Seems like the husky wants to play!!!” Cinnamon shouted. My cheeks burned up badly. Spitfire and Fleetfoot were dying of laughter.

“Cinnamon!!!!!!”

“What?”

“Enough!!!”

“I'm totally confused. I better go. Coach Johnson is probably wondering where I am.”

“Yeah, I bet he is! Now go!”

He grabbed my hand and asked me:

“So, you guys know there's an 12th grade party? And I'm going.”

“I dunno if your mom will allow that Soarin. These 12th graders, they're something.” Fleetfoot spoke up. “You better not go!”

“I am. You better not tell my mom!”

“........”

“What?”

“Soarin? Trust me, they'll do some weird stuff to you.”

“Like what?”

“Like,I dunno. But something bad!”

“Whatever! Seeing some friends. And some sexy girls.”

“Ugh, you and your thing for girls! It kills meh! Stay with your owner!”

“Fleetfoot, what do you mean?”

“Uhhhh! I think it's time for Soarin to leave. Bye Soarin!” I said as I grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the field. He ran back and I went back to the field.

“I really hope he doesn't go to that party.” Fleetfoot started to get scared. I patted her back and tried to calm her down.

“It's okay. He won't. Not on my watch!”

“You sure? I don't want you to look out for him. I gave him a severe warning. He better take it!”

“Fleetfoot, not to say that you don't know your own cousin, but Soarin's the type of boy to be disobedient and also get hooked at parties.”

“True. But he knows he can't go.”

“Why?”

“It's an 11th and 12th grade party. We're only in the 10th grade.”

“That's true. But knowing Soarin,he'll lie about his grade. And those people don't really check ID.”

“How do you know?”

“A friend of mine will definitely go to that party. Trust me.”

“Okay.”

“He'll be on the lookout for Soarin.”

“Okay then.”

“Don't worry. I'll be watching him. Everywhere!”

“Even the bathroom?”

My cheeks turned pink.

“Ahhhh, no! Of course not! I just know that if he goes to that party, he'll be in big trouble!”

“How big?”

“So big, I don't even know!”

“Um, if that makes sense at all.”

“Yeah, you're right. That doesn't make sense at all. But I'm going to watch him like a hawk.”

“Now that's better! Anyway, practice is about to end so, what can we do?”

“I dunno. I'm hungry.” Cinnamon replied as she gave a loud yarn.

“You always wanna eat.”

“Cause I love eating. Is that a problem?”

“No, it's not. Anyway, I gotta go.”

“Okay, I'll see you later. Oh, Soarin just texted me and said that he'll be home by 4:30pm. Coach Johnson wants him to stay back for a while.”

“Hehe, I wonder why.”

“Hahahahahaha! I'm crying! Anyway, see ya later.”

“Yeah, see ya.”

I walked out the field and then I walked down the street and tried to go home. I was walking home and then I wanted to check up on my dad. I was thinking of seeing him. The thought of it made me cry again. I tired to wipe my tears. I walked home and when I opened the door, my mom smiled.

“Hi Sweetie!! How was school?”

I cried more and I started to cry loudly.

“Awwwww sweetie!” My mom came and hugged me tightly.

“First, this girl bullied me all day about my dad.”

“Why would someone do that?!”

“I don't know!!!”

“Don't yell. It's okay.”

“Then Soarin comforted me.”

“Awwwwww! He's so sweet.”

“I know.”

I blushed deeply.

“Someone seems to like him.”

“N-No!”

“Hehe, okay.”

“I’m going to sleep.”

“Okay. I'm going to the hospital.”

That's when my head turned.

“TAKE ME WITH YOU!!!!!!”

“Okay. Let's go.”

My mom took her car and we went to the hospital. I was panicking like crazy. I wanted to see him but at the same time, I don't. When we reached, we all looked for the doctor.

“Um, hello. I'm here to see my husband.” My mom said. The lady at the front desk seemed unconvinced.

“Your name ma'am?”

“Firefly Dash.”

“Your husband is Rainbow Blaze Dash, yes?”

“No duh! She's getting on my nerves!” I thought.

“Yes.”

“Well, I'm afraid you can't seem him now.”

“What?!! Why not?!!” I shouted at the lady.

“Rainbow, behave.”

“No! Why can't we see him?!!”

“Are you raising your voice at me?” The lady asked.

“Well no shit!” I thought. Sorry, when it comes to my mind, I curse. A lot.

“I guess I am!!” I replied back. Now me and her were face to face.

“Um, Rainbow Dash. Stop!”

“Well, he's in room 308.”

“Thank you!” I huffed as I went to the elevator and waited till it was open. I looked over at the counter and saw the lady in fright.

“I'm so sorry about my daughter. She's very sensitive to her father.”

“Come on mom!!!! We don't have all day!”

“I'm coming! So sorry.”

I was tapping my foot rapidly in exploding anger and watched my mom walking towards my way. We went to the elevator and once we reached the 3rd floor, she grabbed my arm and was walking with anger.

“When are you going to act like a responsible young girl?” She asked as she tugged my arm. I rolled my eyes and gave an attitude.

“Uh, because I'm not young and responsible.”

My mom gave me a stern look and I smiled sheepishly.

“I know you're still sad about your dad. But, you can't take your anger out on other individuals.”

“I know. I'm just nervous.”

“For what? He's your father.”

“Yeah, but what if he knows I caused it?”

“Hey, it's not your fault. We've been over this. It's not you.”

I opened the door and was holding all the cards that the students made. I looked at them and then at his room door. I took a deep breath and walked in. I saw him hooked up to a machine. I saw him laying there, in the bed with wires everywhere. I just stared with my bright magenta eyes at him. I plopped the cards on the bed and sat in a chair next to him. When, I sat next to him, I looked down and shed a tear and covered my face. I couldn't take it anymore. The way he was hooked up to the machine. I couldn't take it! I ran out the room crying my eyes out and sat near the room.

“Yes, well, he's not up now.” I heard the doctor say. The doctor and my mom was talking it through while I was crying. When my mom saw me, she walked towards me and rubbed my back.

“So, how did it go?”

“I didn't stay. I couldn't take it.” I sobbed.

“Awwwww baby. Don't cry. You'll be okay. Your father will be fine. You'll see.”

“Nope, I can't see. I'm blind. Without my dad, I'm nothing.”

It was complete silence after that. My mom took a deep breath and smiled at me.

“I bet your dad would love it if you were going to him and comforting him. Your father is a strong determined man. To be honest, you got those traits from him.”

“Really?”

“Mhm. You really are just like your father. You know that?”

I smiled back and laughed.

“Yeah, I am.”

“So, since you're strong and determined like your father, you can be strong enough to walk in there.”

I wiped my eyes then looked at her.

“O-Okay.”

I got up from the seat and walked back into the room. Even if my dad couldn't talk back, I would still be confident. I sat back in the same chair and just stared at him.

“Just stay strong, Dash. Stay strong!” I thought as I took a deep breath.

“H-H-Hey Dad. Um, I know you probably can't hear me right now but I just want to tell you that I love you and I'm sorry for this. I'm sorry for yelling at you the other night. I didn't know what got a hold of me. I guess I wasn't clearly thinking. You know?”

It was silent. I forgot that he can't talk. Just sitting there in silence was making me shiver. I wiped my tears again and then was observing him. He was awake but can't hear me or even talk. I wanted to try something.

“Dad? If you can hear me can you blink your eyes?” I asked.

He blinked his eyes. I was happy a bit. I smiled.

“Dad, if you heard me talk about my confession can you blink?”

He blinked again. I was so excited!!! He can hear me! I ran out the room and went to my mom with tears of joy!

“Mom!!!! He can hear us!!! He's okay!!!” I cried.

My mom's face lit up like a candle.

“That's amazing!!!!! I'm going to tell the doctor!!”

My mom went to find the doctor and I smiled happily. I wanted to check my phone and when I turned my phone on, I was in shock! I had 15 miss calls from Fleetfoot and 69 messages from her. I wonder what the hell is going on! I called her and she was on the other end.

“Um Fleet?”

“DASH!!!!!! WE HAVE A MAJOR PROBLEM!!!!!!!”

Uh oh. I hope it has nothing to do with Soarin……

To be continued………..

Author's Notes:

Uh oh, things are not going great...........