Flying Freedom (ON HOLD)

Chapter 20

If he hadn't run off like a wimp, I would've - you know what? I'm going to leave it alone. Now that I have wings, I need to keep as low a profile as possible. Fighting with a famous YouTube celebrity won't help that. Hopefully, he's getting lots of hate on his channel right now. Why don't I check... just kidding. I couldn't care less. If his channel gets lots of hate messages, good for him. I have a channel, but I don't post videos. At least, not yet. I'm planning to once we start feeling more confident. Which might be a while. Walking to my room, I look over to my computer. Opening up Skype, I scan my last conversation with Preston. Sighing, I see it was the day I left. I didn't reply, so eventually he gave up. Judging by the comments he left, he was all too happy for me to leave. Later on, it seems he changed his mind. Yeah, cause spamming my Skype is going to win me over. Oh yes, great idea. That'll make me like you SO much more. A message pops up. 'Hey, Dash, you there? I really need to talk to you' Good luck with that, buddy. I quickly log out of Skype, shutting down my computer. I also turn off my cell phone. You wanna talk to me, do it to my face. I don't buy that kind of stuff over the internet. And I bet he won't show his face around here anytime soon. Glancing at the clock, I see it's - whew - 10:30 already. Exactly when did we get home?!? Well, time for bed. Opening the dresser next to my bed, I pull out a pair that has a white shirt and rainbow pants. Well, the shirt isn't exactly white - it has a picture of Tinkerbell. Twi got that for me as a joke three years ago. Needless to say, I haven't really worn it at all. However, at a time like this, rainbow seems comforting. Slipping into the bathroom, I brush my teeth and rinse before leaving. Walking back to my room, I turn off the light and close the door. I prefer it to be dark and silent when I'm sleeping. Also, it helps to keep out pranks by Peony. Closing my eyes, I try to fall asleep, but it's hard. All I can 'see' is Mitch and Preston. Thoughts fly through my head, and soon I'm more awake than asleep. I should go for a flight to clear my mind if I have any hope of getting decent sleep tonight. Groaning, I pull myself out of bed, and walk downstairs. Everyone else is still awake, so I don't have to find them to say where I'm going.

"Hey, guys, I'm just going to go for a flight before bed, okay? I need to clear my mind," I add, rubbing my right temple. They nod and get back to work. Okay, here's a test flight for night flying... Flexing my wings, I feel the wind, and jump up. For a moment, it seems like I'm just jumping, but then I flap my wings and take off. Rising higher, I can see far away. I stretch my arms out, loving the feeling. The buildings get smaller as I rise higher, and soon I can see each individual building as a little mark. One of them is mostly dark except for a few lights - it's a hotel, called the 'Rainbow Marriott'. I've heard it's one of the most popular, and expensive, hotels around this general area. At least the windows are open. Flying lower, I land at the bottom. The lights are at the top, where balconies hang. Going over to one, I quietly sneak near the door. Hey, this isn't stalking - they should have closed the drapes. Slowly looking in, I see the room belongs to - Preston?!? Well I guess that's because they have a bunch of money as it is. Hotels like this must seem normal. He, looks sad, like he's missing something - or someone. In his hand is a picture of someone, but I can't tell who. Could it be me? My heart gives a tiny flutter at the thought, but I squash the feeling by reminding myself of why I'm here and not in LA. He did that. Unable to watch any longer, I back away. I should have watched where I was going. I knock a chair over, making a loud sound as I skitters across the ground. Gasping, I try to pull away, and in doing so tear out a feather. The door slides open, and I jump over the railing and down before Preston can see me. Snapping my wings open, I hurriedly duck into a tree and watch through a hole in the leaves. He bends down, picking up the feather. His face crumples, and he stares at the sky, watching for something. That something is me. I know I should fly up there, but I can't bring myself to do it. Preston may have been the only one to understand me, but... not anymore. As tears form in my eyes, I wait for Preston to go back inside before dropping down and standing on the ground. When I'm fully convinced that he's gone, I turn around and fly back home. The cool night air feels perfect, calming me in an instant. As I touch down, I walk to my room and flop on my bed. Sleep overcomes me in minutes, but the last thing I remember is the look on Preston's face when he picked up that feather.

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Update! :') I am happy to do this again. Writing is a big passion for me, and so I channel that through my story. My MOST GRATEFUL thanks to CaptainOnesto  - she is a real friend to me <3 Please show some support and slap dat like button. Much love!

-Dash

P.S. Yes, I am going to be 14 in three months, and yet I like My Little Pony. You don't like that? Deal with it. :)