MLP: My Little Human

Ch. 19: My Little Revolution (Part 2): The Petition

||Rainbow Dash's POV: The Petition||

      Underwear-clad, I sit at my desk and turn on my brand-new, Microsoft Surface Pro 3 (again, spoiled! X3). After going through all that crazy, Windows 8 home screen stuff, I pull up the internet and log onto wondercoltssocial.com. With my magic, I pull my rainbow hair into a bun and stick a blue, laquered chopstick through it. Now that my hair isn't tickling the top of my tits, I can actually freakin' concentrate. Suddenly, there's a knock on my bedroom's balcony door, which is to my left. I walk over to the glass doors and peer through the semi-sheer, sky-blue curtains. It was Soarin' who knocked. I roll my eyes, smiling. He might as well move in; he's here, like, every day! I push the curtains aside and open the doors. It doesn't matter that I'm in my undies; he's seen me already (don't get your perverted mind's hopes up - we didn't do anything). He once "accidentally" (or so he says) walked in on me putting on my Junior Wonderbolts flying costume (Rarity designed it for me, of course) at the Junior Wonderbolts Flying Competition 3 summers ago. Unfortunately, I hadn't pulled the top part of the costume over my chest yet, so my bra (and my abs) were showing. He nearly fell over while he was apologizing, trying so hard not to stare at me. It was cute and funny. I've been in love with him ever since. He walks into my room, tucking in his wings, which are a weird shade of a pale, grayish-blue (I can't describe the color). He pulls me into his arms and kisses me gently.

"Hey, Soarin'," I say as I pull away and walk back to my desk, "I'm glad you're here. Do you remember that petiton I told you about?"

"Yeah," Soarin' replies, closing the balcony doors, then he asks, laughing, "The one for your 'revolution', right?"

"Soarin'!," I say, only slightly angry (I find it hard to get mad at him, especially when he's... *Clears throat* Nevermind), "This 'revolution' is serious! I'm doing this for our Freedom of Expression at CHS!"

"Sowwie, Dashie," Soarin' says in a baby voice, holding out his right hand.

"You know the other reasons why I'm doing this?," I ask him, standing up and putting my left hand in his right one.

"No," he says, his navy-blue, right eyebrow raised, "What're the other reasons?"

"Because I can't stand another second knowing that Pinkie, a usually peppy, perky person, and my bestie, is depressed. I love her too much! Another reason: the 'Main 6' is now divided! What's with that?!"

      He shrugs, and then his "Omigod, I just realized something" face shows up. He looks down at my face and says,

"I just realized you guys are split up in two's!"

"Yeah, we are," I say sadly, "Did I tell you my theory yet? The other girls think I've lost a few screws."

"Wow," Soarin' says, laughing, "And no, you haven't shared your theory with me yet. What's the theory?"

"I think Ms. Суровые is evil, and she's trying to split up the 'Main Six' so that we can't use the Elements of Harmony against her!," I say, and my face probably looks scared right now (it's how I feel).

"Babe, it's okay," he says, putting his left hand on my cheek, "And to be honest, that theory isn't completely unbelievable."

"I know right?!," I say happily, glad that he's agreeing with me (even if he's just trying to make me happy), "Twilight said, and she does this a lot, 'I highly doubt that'. I mean, what does she know?! Even Pinkie said she felt a disaster was coming!"

      He nods, momentarily looking at the tattoo of the number "14" (my basketball jersey number) on my left bicep, which has lightening bolt-shaped numbers and blue wings (to match mine) on each side. My right bicep has the Wonderbolts symbol tattooed on it. I got the tats the summer before sophomore year started. I must get started on this petition! Yesterday, I sent Ms. Суровые an email, asking if I could start a petition against the uniforms, since so many students hated the uniforms...