[Anon in Eq. Girls] Misinterpreted Signs (Part 3)

>Your dream was oddly weird.
>Well, you dreams were normally weird and you would forget them in the morning, but this one was uncommon.
>In one part, you were kissing something, or someone.
>It was fuzzy and unclear, but whoever's lips they were, are firm and soft.
>Right then, the alarm clock wakes you up.

>The sensation of feeling groggy at the disturbance of that sudden awakening.
>Turn your head to your left to look at it and see that right now is 7:00.
>Seriously?
>Let's check on-
>Fluttershy is napping on you.
>She has her head under your chin, and the rest of her body is laying on top of yours.
>Scattered carnation pink hair prevents you from looking at her face.
>No matter, right now you see her moving.
>A dainty yawn is sounded, along with seeing her face.
>Lazy eyelids still show on her, along with an uplifting smile.
>It all fades away when her eyes meet up with yours.
>In a frightening way, she rolls of your body, along with a small yelp.
>Flutters lands on her side of the bed and sits up.
>"I'm so sorry! I just, w-wanted to... to..."
>Give out a small laugh.
"If you wanted to cuddle, you could've asked."
>She attempts to give out a half-effort chuckle.
>"Y-yeah... cuddle."
>Turn over and stop the ringing from the alarm clock.
"Why are we up so early?"
>"Oh, there's the matter of getting ready and heading to school."
>True, it took you about an hour getting here.
>Where you live, is just a ten minute walk to school.
>So now, there's an hour until both of you need to head out.
>"I'll go and brush my hair, you don't mind that I leave you here?"
"It's perfectly fine. Go on ahead."
>She gets up and heads off to brush up on her bed hair.
>You move to the left side of the bed and sit there.
>Such a crazy night.
>That dream, something whispered.
>You're possibly loosing it.
>Maybe it's time to talk to a psychologist.
>No, not yet, you still have your sanity still intact.
>Just keep it as a back up plan.
>After that's done, get up and sit next to the couch.
>Slip on your shirt & finally, your socks and shoes.
>Hear the shower turned on from down the hall.
>Now it will take a while for her to come back out.
>Maybe you could cook you and her some breakfast.
>Get off the couch, head down the hallway, down the stairs and look for the kitchen.
>See the doorway to it.
>Head for it and look around.
>Yup, here it is.
>Refrigerator, stove and oven, trash can, dining table with a fruit bowl.
>Definitely the kitchen.
>Open the door to the refrigerator and take out a pair of eggs.
>Set them on the counter and start up the stove.
>Grab, crack the eggs over a pan, and start stirring them around on your own pace.
>Good thing about being by yourself, you've adapted the ability to cook.
>Too bad this happened too frequently, even before you moved here.
>It had to happen, but at least until you were 18.
>What a let down.
>Now you force yourself every morning, lunch, and dinner, to make an actual meal.
>If only your parents would've given their time to give out a lesson or two.
>Unfortunately, that really did make a cost.
>What was lost during this was; a microwave, a few cooking utensils, 5 dozen eggs, and the kitchen being burned down twice.
>Mom and dad weren't exactly mad, they were actually impressed.
>So impressed, that they made you re-paint the kitchen.
>Wait... that was punishment!
>Assholes.
>Look down and see the eggs are now scrambles and at a perfect blend of yellow.
>Turn off the oven, open up a cabinet, and lucky enough, this one has some plates.
>Take them out and set them on the counter.
>"Anon?"
"Oh, hey Flut-"
>Turn around and see Fluttershy soaked and just covered in a towel.
>Awkwardly stand there while holding the pan.
>"I just finished and smelled something, did you cook?"
>Stand still and gawk like the primate you are.
"Daw- yeah! Yeah, learned it when I was a child."
>Blood pumping increased tenfold, hardening in the groin, and assisted by hormones.
>Crap, you must hide it!
>Turn back around and start distracting yourself by pouring the eggs on the plates and grabbing a pair of forks.
>"That's impressive. I'll sit by the table."
>This is the most horrible moment in your entire life.
<Snap out of it! Embrace it!
>Grab the plates and walk like someone shot you on the dick.
"Here we are."
>Lay the plates on the table and sit on the left side of her.
>Just focus on the food, not on her, just the food.
>"Slept well last night?"
"Yeah, best rest ever, that's a really comfy bed you have there."
>Take the fork and get a bite out of the blended egg.
>"Just wanted to make sure that you were fine. Again, I'm sorry for resting on top of you."
"It's fine. Don't worry. Let's just eat."
>Distract yourself on the food and not on the bathed girl.
>"Are you sure? No sores or pressure on you?"
>The only pressure hear is your junior is struggling to get out.
"I'm fine. *gulp* We should get a move on, we might be late."
>You just finish and look over to Fluttershy's plate.
>There's only bits of her eggs that are gone.
>"Please, accept my apologies."
>You snap and get up from the chair.
"It's completely fine! I happened to enjoyed it!"
>The sensation of flared faces pass from you and her.
>You noticed her eyes are distinctively looking at the lower part of your body.
>Red flag, red flag!
>Grab your plate and head for the sink.
"Welp, I'll clean the dishes and head out."
>"W-wait! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!"
>A moisturized hand sets on your shoulder.
>Follow it to see her without anything.
>The seat she was sitting on contains the towel she was wearing.
>What's worse is that you realize that she's not wearing anything under that towel.
>You learned that the hard way.
>Turn back around before you do something you'd regret.
>"Oh no! Oh my! Oh dear me!"
>Rapid footsteps hammer into your ears as you scrub like mad on the already clean plate.
"I think it's time for me to go."
>Turn back around and she's wearing that towel once again.
>"Stop! Please! This is all my fault!"
>The waterworks start to flow from her face.
>You've seen enough, but you don't want to see her cry.
>Why can't you get a break?
"I'll stay."
>She claps and that towel falls down.
>Cover your eyes quickly before it starts to imprint into the back of your head.
"Just- get dressed! Please!"
>Hear something being picked up and wrapped around her.
>"S-sure. You can open them up now."
"No, it's fine. Just, grab my hand and guide me to the couch."
>"Oh... okay."
>Keep them closed, but reach out an arm.
>She grabs it, and starts pulling you.
>Follow the tug, and-
>*BONK!*
"Damnit!"
>"Whoops! You walked into the wall. Here, this way."
>Keep on walking and hit your knee on something.
"Aww, come on!"
>Your eyes remained shut.
>"Now now, we're almost there."
>A few more steps and she lets go.
>"There, just sit down and I'll go and get dressed."
>Pressure goes against your chest and you fall back, along with her.
>Your back lands perfectly on the couch, with Fluttershy toppling over you.
>Open your eyes and see her face, redder than a chilly pepper.
>Resist... urge... to... look... anymore of her.
>"I- you- trip... towel... sorry?"
>Breathe.
>Just... inhale.
>And exhale.
>There.
"Fluttershy... just, please. Go, and get dressed."
>She slides back and gets her towel that is laying on top of your groin that's fully charged.
>Her hands mistakenly grasp it as she pulls the wet towel off of you.
>Regrettably think that was great.
>"Don't leave! Well, not yet. I-I'll get some clothes on."
>She scurries off with the towel flying freely right beside her.
>Like a-
>No, just let it go and focus onto something else.
>Grab out your phone and look at what you can see.
>It's only 7:20
>Huh, expected it to be longer from all that eating and staring.
>Move on by seeing a new message.
>Rainbow Dash: "I'm still waiting on your response. Me and the girls are hanging out tomorrow, you in?"
>Suddenly, an idea grows.
>Text back.
"Yeah, just let me invite a friend of mine."
>Send.
>Now the waiting game.
>4 minutes go by, so you look through the Internet to bide some time.
>"New Message: That's alright, sure hope they're up for some crazy times."
>Pray that Fluttershy isn't too nervous for these "good" news.
>Thinking of which, you hear her walking down the stairs.
>She's wearing a Dartmouth green dress that reaches to her kneecaps and slip-on shoes to match.
>Thank God the temptations are over.
>She heads for the couch and sits beside you.
>Look at your phone and its only 7:25.
"Hey, do you want to talk for a while?"
>"Yes, that's fine. What is it?"
"Well... what if I told you that... I could get you even some more friends.
>Eyes reached new heights on how far they can be widened.
>"Did... Friends... Really?!"
>Wave your phone around.
"Yup! This Saturday!"
>She squees and shakes her arms.
>Only then
>"Saturday? Tomorrow, Saturday?"
>Nod your head.
>"Well... I don't know if I can. I'll be at the animal shelter tomorrow."
>Wow, is that all she ever does?
"How about this, I can come with you today after school, and go with you tomorrow. After that, we can go ahead and get you acquainted with some new faces."
>Her eyes go back to the state of shock and happiness.
>Next thing you know, she clams to your waist and hugs you from there.
>"Thank you, thank you!"
>Your body shifts around from her hug.
>You pat her head that is resting against your mid section.
"Just trying to help out a friend."
>Feel a small jolt from her going through your body.
>Weird.
>Ignore it, and just keep on brushing her hair.
>"You've really done a lot for me in just less than a day."
"We just share somethings in common. Do, uhh... do you want to cuddle?"
>You look down and see her face brighter than the surface of a star.
>"Y... yes."
>After a minute, you lay on the couch with Fluttershy against your body.
>Ignore the half massed awkward boner, and just continue on comforting her.
>"Anon?"
"Yes?"
>What if... what if they don't... *gulp* l-like me?"
>A small worried feeling grows within your gut.
>There could be a chance that could happen.
>Seeing on how Rainbow Dash was harsh the first time you met her.
>Oh God, who knows how it'll be on how she meets Fluttershy.
>No matter, you'll stay by Fluttershy as much that she's stuck by you so far.
"Don't worry, I'll be there to make you feel safe and unharmed."
>Feel her cuddle you even closer.
>"I knew I can rely on you."
>Such a doll.
>Maybe... maybe you could go out with her.
>Yeah, that would be-
>Wait, bad idea.
>She's your friend.
>You're the one to show her the good parts in life.
>And you're willing to risk that for a relationship?
>Fuck that.
>Friends go further, anyhow.

>Time goes by.
>Only realize the clock on the wall and noticed it's 7:48.
>Probably best to leave now.
"Hey, Flutters."
>Hear moaning.
>Did she fall asleep?
"Fluttershy."
>"Only a few more minutes, Rosie..."
"Flutters..."
>Nudge her a bit.
>"No, but I care about him~"
>What in the flying piss?
"Fluttershy!"
>Shes startled and jumps a few millimeters into the air.
>"Huh, wha-? O-oh. Sorry."
"Feel better?"
>"Y-yeah. Just... needed some rest."
>Move your left arm and point directly at the hanging clock.
>"Oh, dear. We should start heading for school."
>Nice of her to join in.
>She gets off of you and heads upstairs.
>You roll off the couch and grab your stuff.
>Better head for the door.
>Stand straight up, strap on the bag to your back, and head for the door.
>"Hold on!"
>She comes down the steps, wearing her bag and brushing her hair.
>The brush slips into her bag and she stands at attention.
>"I'm set."
"Alright, let's get a move on."

>The walk was a little awkward.
>There wasn't really much to talk about, since all of that was covered all just in one day.
>Shame you couldn't have left off something to at least say.
>Oh well, just hope something comes along later in the day.

>Arrived at school around 8:50.
>The bell issuing all the students head to class rings, and say goodbye to Fluttershy.
>She braked down and almost busted into tears.
>What was worse is that everyone was watching.
>You par her head and said that you'll meet up with her on break and lunch.
>See her wipe away the tears and slowly get up.
>Help her up, by grabbing her arm.
"You can last for two hours, just two hours and we can meet up here, outside."
>A grin slowly grows on her face.
>"You're really more than a friend to me."
>Fluttershy gives a quick hug, and a small kiss to your cheek.
>She scurries off, and waives at you.
>What a nice friend.
>Huh, you must be her best friend right now.
>Nice!
>Too bad you can't go any higher than that.
>Even if you wanted to, that might make things awkward.
>That would be the minimum consequence.
>Best to leave it as what the both of you are for now.
>Make that as the rest of each others lives.