Flying Freedom (ON HOLD)

Chapter 41

I grab my food and sit down at the table. Unfortunately, Jackie and Rob are still using those names, and so frequently I'm losing my appetite. Preston is also - I can tell by his expression.

"Let's go somewhere else," I suggest, and he quickly follows me out of the room. Once we are outside (we literally went outside), I stretch my wings and sigh. I forgot the reporters would be out here. We do some poses just for fun (cause we KNOW they will be in the newspaper, so we do some funny ones that may or may not also be impressions) and walk back inside laughing.

"That was fun," Preston grinned, giving me a kiss on my forehead. I nod, smiling also, and pull him to the living room. There are elegant couches stand chair set up, and I choose a nice poofy chair. Swinging my legs over the armrest, I sit sideways and although I know this is not ladylike I really don't care. I can also use the excuse that it lets my wings feel more comfortable - it does, actually, cause they can just flop and I don't have to have them pressed up against the back of the chair. Preston sits behind me and plays with my hair as I reach over and grab a book. I open it and begin reading.

"Why, Dash, that posture is so very unladylike!" Jackie exclaims, holding a hand to her chest.

"Yes, I know that Jackie. You really MUST try it - it is very comfortable!" I reply in my accent. Her face portrays an expression of surprise and horror.

"No! I simply must be royal!" She sighs, and we both burst out laughing. This is ridiculous. Jackie flops down on a chair across the room and giggles. We both really don't care if this is considered royal - plus, royalty can do anything they want, so technically this qualifies as being okay. Flit flaps into the room and sits on the couch next to me. She still insists on acting royal so she sits like it. Jerome on the other hand slouches the moment he touches the couch. After a few minutes everyone has congregated into the room and is pretty much silently sitting there. We all stare at each other, unsure of what to say. I decide to break the silence.

"Soooo... How 'bout them royals?" I ask. Everyone stares at me before the room bursts into laughter. Good, I broke the awkwardness and now we can all talk. Ish. Preston continues playing with my hair and everyone starts talking amongst themselves.

"You ready girls?" Twi yells.

"Yes we are!" We all scream back. The guys sit around confused. All of us girls get into the middle of the room and start a dance routine we made up while music blares in the background. I start snickering as they guys finally realize what is going on and try their best to imitate what we are doing. Oh, we forgot to mention there is a camera recording their helpless moves, and we also have our phones set up to do Vine. Let's just say that after this people are not going to look at them the same way after this... All of a sudden the music changes to the My Little Pony theme song. The guys line up and start doing their dance, which is actually good since I can tell they'd been practicing it. When it starts the background music they start doing some very impressive moves and once the songs ends they all land in an exaggerated pose, some as models and others as animals. Us girls burst out laughing and the guys wave to the camera. Dang, I guess they noticed it. I mean, having it hang from the ceiling probably wasn't the best idea, but it was all we could come up with at the time. I fly up and turn the camera off, but need to do one thing before that.

"We won this dance battle!" I grin, doing jazz hands.

"NO YOU DIDN'T!" Mitch yells.

"Yes we did," I snicker.

"NOPE," Rob replies.

"Okay, well I guess leave in the comments who you think won," I laugh. "Oh, but it was totally us," I whisper, winking at my friends.