Part one here: “Sunny, I love you,” Starflight curled his tail around a sharp, long rock nervously, “Not… like a sister.” I love Sunny… I love her so much. I’ve been hiding it for so long.. It’s gotten to my head. “Starflight..” Sunny whispered. Starflight clutched his front talon, bracing himself. “Starflight. I don’t love you.” A cold tear ran down his scales, pressing down like rainfall. “STARFLIGHT YOU SLEEPYHEAD.” Crowed a loud voice. He woke up with a jolt, only to slam into a SeaWing’s ocean blue scales. An angry SeaWing’s ocean blue scales at that. Oh, Tsunami. He was going to get stabbed in the behind and the face, for sure. Tsunami looked at him like he had swallowed a whale... just like Clay did the other day. “Starflight you dummy, LOOK WHO YOU ARE BUMPING INTO!!! Also, why were you mentioning Sunny in YOUR SLEEP?!” She smiled slyly like she already knew the answer. One bad dream after the other. Starflight knew that if he blushed of embarrassment now, it’d show clearly, his scales being black. “Did you cry?!” She roared. “Cry?” Sunny squeaked behind Tsunami. “I didn’t know you could cry in your sleep! Starflight, oh are you ok?” Sunny’s warm scales pressed against his, and a smile emerged on his snout. She’s the one I want to talk to. She’s the one I want to slam into. She’s the one I want to blush madly in front of. But he knew none of that could happen, since he couldn’t. He’d never be good enough for the ravishing SandWing that delicately curled around him. Her voices floated around like the clouds, and her laughter bubbled around, and shone like the sun, brightening up everybody’s day. And her eyes held emotions and stories and everything you could think of. She was amazing. Next to Sunny, he felt like a big blob of gloominess. He wilted, feeling like he might never be able to express his feelings to Sunny. He saw what happened in the dream. Sunny would never love him, because he was a Nightwing, dark, miserable, everything bad. She.. is everything to me. Amazing, adorable, everything. Me.. I am just.. something. Something weird. Boring. Basic. Nothing. Just.. nothing. I have to tell someone. Anyone. Maybe Clay. He keeps secrets. I’d trust my life with him or Sunny. Starflight knew he couldn’t now. They had to fly to collect some food. Fish, fish fish. We're all hungry anyway. Nighttime is the best time to do this. That's when it'll happen.
By: @Sea_QueenSarcastic12 and @EinstienJuniorr Part two link: (NOT HERE YET!!) (The whole thing's written, I just pause for suspense!)
