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- >Today was the day.
- >You had it all planned out.
- >It took you all month to muster up the courage to ask Fluttershy out on a date.
- >You had no idea why you were such a little bitch, it's not like she would ever say no.
- >You walked down the hallway straight toward the group of girls.
- >Fluttershy's friends, those girls were inseparable.
- >You waited for a moment until the group separated to go to their lockers.
- >It's a good thing that their lockers weren't all together, meaning that Fluttershy was alone.
- >You walked up to Fluttershy with a friendly smile on your face.
- "H-hey Fluttershy...Can I ask you something?"
- >She looked over to you and her eyes widened with fear.
- >"Anon! I don't know what I did to you, I'm sorry! please don't hurt me!"
- >She started crying, got on her knees and covered her face with her hands.
- >What the hell is going on?
- >"I-I'm s-sorry!"
- >She was nearly shouting through her tears.
- >You were really confused.
- >And people were starting to stare.
- >You wanted to feel bad for her...but you had no fucking clue what she was so scared of.
- "what the hell are you talking about?"
- >You bent down and reached out to her.
- >Fluttershy swatted your hand, scrambled to her feet, and ran down the hallway, crying.
- >You stood there, with complete shock and confusion on your face.
- >You decided to ask her friends about it, and Rarity was in your first period class, so it shouldn't be difficult.
- >You walked into the classroom and set your backpack down on your desk.
- >Rarity, was on the other side of the classroom, looking into a small hand mirror and applying lipstick.
- >You walked over to her.
- "Hey, Rarity...what was wrong with Fluttershy?"
- >Rarity smacked her lips together and turned to you.
- >"Whatever do you mean, darling?"
- "Well...when I went to talk to her she started crying and freaking out...like she was scared of me?"
- >Rarity made a scowl.
- >"I have no idea, darling...she always seemed to like you...maybe she's just being moody?"
- "No..I know moody...she was terrified."
- >"Then I'm not sure...if you didn't do anything to upset her...I'll see what I can do."
- >You smiled.
- "Thanks Rarity."
- >You sat down at your desk and began to work on the assignment jotted down on the chalkboard.
- >You were still beyond confused, but you felt a little better that Rarity was going to help.
- >Before you knew it the lunch bell had rung.
- >You were going to get to the bottom of this
- >In between classes Rarity had gathered nothing about why Fluttershy seemed so scared.
- >So she suggested meeting them in a group and talking it out.
- >Seemed simple enough.
- >You walked into the lunchroom and headed over to the table Fluttershy and her friends usually sat in.
- >You approached and walked into the group.
- >Once Fluttershy saw you she hid behind Rainbow Dash.
- >Rarity looked over to you, then looked at Fluttershy.
- >"Fluttershy, darling...what has gotten into you...Anonymous just wants to talk."
- >Fluttershy looked at Rarity
- >"No he doesn't...I overheard him and his friends talking about how he was going to hit me."
- >All the girls looked over to you with a mix of confusion and disgust.
- >You wondered for a moment what she was talking about.
- >Then it clicked.
- "Oh! No! Fluttershy you misunderstood...no...my friends were talking about...well...heheh...m-me hitting ON you...not me going to hit you."
- >There was a silent moment of revelation for the whole group.
- >Suddenly Rainbow Dash burst into laughter.
- >"That's what this is about!?"
- >Fluttershy came out from behind Rainbow Dash.
- >"S-so...you weren't going to hit me?"
- >You smiled.
- "Of course not! why would I do that? I didn't want to hit you...earlier this morning I just wanted to ask you ou..."
- >You stopped yourself.
- >You just spilled all of your spaghetti without even giving it a second thought.
- "Oh...uhh...yeah...so...you want to go out? Dinner and a Movie? something simple to hit it off?"
- >Your damage control was like using oil on a fire.
- >Fluttershy's face grew deep red as she tried to hide behind her hair.
- >She nodded.
- >You walked up to her and embraced her.
- "I'd never want to hit you...now...pick you up...Saturday at 6?"
- >She nodded again.
- >That was easier than you thought it would be.
- >Score
- End.
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