[Anon in Eq. Girls] Misinterpreted Signs (Part 2)

>"You, have arrived."
>It's just a Diner.
>This must've been a joke all along.
>Kick the ground and sit along the curve.
>Hear the diner door open and just ignore it.
>Go back to your pone and set the way to go back home.
>Punked by a introverted girl?
>This is just a new low for yo-
>"Anon?"
>Sense a small pressure being set on your left shoulder as the faint voice speaks.
>Turn around to see...
"Fluttershy?"
>Straightaway, she clutches you into a hug.
>The hug lasts for a prolonged amount of time.
>You wanted to speak up, but it just feels right.
>She does let go, and sits right beside you.
>"Why are you out here?"
"Actually, I should be asking you the same thing."
>You just realized that she's holding a bag from the diner behind you.
>It makes a crepitate sound as it's being gripped harder in her hands.
>"Well, there's something that you should see."
>She gets up and walks off to the side of the diner.
>You arise and follow her.
>Head back of the diner and catch a whiff of the dumpster.
"Aww, God... Is this it?"
>She turns her head to you for a brief moment and turns back.
>"I know, but I didn't wanted to show you that."
>Fluttershy points along a small trail, leading into the forest.
>She then heads off into it.
>OK, at this point, this must be some kind of joke.
>One thing about traveling here, but to go into the woods?
"Fluttershy. are we going for a small stroll and some fresh air?"
>The small tee-hee that she made later was absolutely lovable.
>"Oh no, Anon. This is the way to where I live."
>It's difficult to ask her if she's serious anymore.
>You've made it this far, so let's just see on where this goes.
"You better not be making some kind of joke."
>"It's not." She said while giving off a solemn tone.
>Fluttershy then turns back and continues heading into the greenwoods.
>Best as well follow her.
>As you do so, you check on your right arm.
>See that there's a long bruise lined on one side.
>Shit, that will be hard to explain it in a badass story.
>Try to hide it by laying it against you.
>It's not as sensible roughly an hour ago, but that doesn't mean that it's still sore.
>Screw it, off into the woods you go.

>"Come on, we're almost there."
"Shy, you said that 4 minutes ago."
>You've been going down this path for about 10 minutes now.
>Encountering a few logs, some rocks, and an unleveled crack.
>You almost tripped on a few of them, but thank god there's still light out here to see them.
>"Trust me, it's not too far."
>She then runs off.
"Flutters, wait, hold on."
>Walk around the bush she went to and see a cottage in a clear, open space.
>You see her waiving from the doorstep.
>Make a small jog to catch up.
>"What do you think?"
"It's amazing."
>She makes that same sweet giggle from earlier.
>"Wait until you see inside."
>She opens the door to reveal her living room.
"Woah..."
>"Make yourself at home. Please, sit down."
>You head for the couch and rest your stuff on the side.
>Fluttershy promptly sits right beside you.
"I must say, this place is very cozy."
>She blushes and puts her hands in between her legs.
"How come you live out here?"
>She dots her eyes around in a depressed motion, lowers her eyebrows and eyelids.
>"It's... it's nothing special. You wouldn't care to listen."
>You scoff.
"If I can listen to your troubles at school, then why can't I listen to know you a little more?"
>She gives off a sorrowful sigh.
>"Are... you sure?"
>She gives her sad puppy dog eyes at you.
>You give off a warming smile and look at her eyes.
"I would love to."
>She then begins a narrative of her own life.

>From the day she was born, it was followed with multiple unfortunate events.
>Her father died from a car crash incident when he was on his way to see her birth at the hospital.
>Her mom struggled to raise her for the next few years, only to caved in.
>Fluttershy was sent into an orphanage at the age of 5.
>That hellhole gave her some unreasonable abuse for a few years.
>At the age of 9, she then ran away and head into the outskirts of town.
>Only able to run into the diner, not too far from this cottage.
>The lady who own the restaurant saw Fluttershy and took her in.
>This is where they live.
>Only, is that the owner barely comes in here.
>Since that diner is 24/7 and has a record of robberies from strangers and the employees.
>At school wasn;t any better.
>She was too timid to make friends, and to make matters worse, being picked on by everyone because of it.
>Basically, throughout Fluttershy's life, she was alone.
>Not anymore.

>She lightly snivels during halfway, and now after telling her story, it's now in full effect.
>In a compulsion, you cradle her into a hug.
>The crying stopped for a moment, but comes back later into small sniffles.
>This hug is like the one from back at the statue and for some reason, you didn't wanted it to end.
>As you tried to stroke her hair, your arm starts to have searing pain
>For now, you boldly pass through it, and bite your lower lip.
>"It's so nice, *sniff* to have finally met someone who can hear about me... protect me... who cares about me."
>Tears start to swell up in you eyes.
>Not only from Fluttershy, but also from your arm.
>It has the sensation of it being slowly roasted on an open fire.
>Resistance from crying is now pointless, and you just release the dam.
>"Please... don't feel bad for me..."
"It... it's not only that."
>She let's go, and you do the same with her hair.
>"What's wrong?"
>You start to wipe the tears from your eyes, until Fluttershy grabs your right one and looks at it.
>"Oh my. Your arm! I'll go and get something to help it."
>Fluttershy jumps up and speeds off into the kitchen.
>"Just keep that arm elevated while I'm gone."
>Do as she's instructed by grabbing your wrist with your left hand and holding it up.
>She comes back in the room holding an ice pack.
>"Here, just relax and let me take care of it."
>You would refuse and say that you'll toughen it out, but seeing her taking care of you is something.
>Normally, when you're sick or injured, you just lay in your bed until you get better.
>Seeing Fluttershy taking care of you is something you just allowed.
>And by now, you realized the cold sensation from the ice pack.
>The arm has a soothing vibe going around the damaged tissue.
>By now you realized that you've been staring at the ice pack.
>Intense thinking really does get you to look at nothing that has no purpose.
>Look up to see Fluttershy with her eyes googling at you.
>"Is everything alright? Do you need more or less ice?"
>You're trying to think of some excuse, but nothing comes to mind.
>May as well come clean.
"It's fine. It's just... I've been thinking, that's all."
>"Do you want to talk about it? It's the least I can do for what you've done for me."
>You then rambled about what there is about you.
>Well, for the most part.
>You told her about why you're here, where did you come from, and even, told her that you're alone in this town.
>"Well, that's not true. We have each other."
>That truly did give you a smile.
>And you end your story by telling her your "incident" with the arm.
>She couldn't help but laugh at it.
>"Oh, I'm sorry. It's so sweet that you went back to get it. But, you could have just send a text message about it."
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"I didn't wanted to let you down or ruin a first impression, that's all."
>"But you have done so much for me already, I would never be disappointed."
>Fluttershy backs away a little, only for you to see that her face is a few inches away from yours.
>Her cheeks are coloured in with a faint red hue, along with her beady eyes focused on yours.
>It seems like she wants to do something, but you're not sure of what it is.
>Whatever it may be, she slowly raises her arms to you shoulders and softly grasps them.
>She leans her head in a little, her teal eyes start to gleam.
>But for some reason, she just stops halfway. Only about four inches away of her face from your own.
>Instead you make the next move.
>You lower the ice pack resting on your arm and wrap it around her waist, giving her a firm hug.
>"Eep!"
>Is there anything that this girl won't do something so adorable?
>She doesn't do anything, she's traumatized from your sudden movements.
>For a while it says that way, until she meets up with your hug.
>She wraps her arms around you and also snuggles along your torso.
>The arm that's damaged doesn't have that aching feeling like the last hug.
>But, you're remembered about the assignment.
>Damn, hate to ruin this moment, but this needs to be done.
"Hey, Flutters?"
>"Hmm?"
"Sorry to do this, but I really should do that homework."
>"Oh, no, it's fine, really. You can go ahead, I'll get us something to drink. Would you like something?"
"Just, water. That's fine."
>Simultaneously, both of you let go of the hug and go at what each of you needed to do.
>"I'll be right back, you can do your homework here."
>Get out your backpack and take out a sheet of paper, 0.5 led pencil, and the "Romeo & Juliet" book.
>Open up on where you left off and continue reading.
>"Would you like it if I read along with you?"
>You hear the glass cups land on the table as your friend speak up from near you.
"Nah, it's fine."
>"Please? I don't want to see you work all by yourself. And, when you read it out loud, it sounds... nice."
>Her voice dimmed down during that follow up, but that last word was barely audible.
>Anyway, someone liking your voice?
>It's just not common from other people.
>But, having a reading buddy doesn't sound too bad.
"Sure, that sounds fine."
>She reaches for her backpack and pulls out the book.
>Huh, that was fast.
>"Um, where did you leave off?"
"Oh, Act One, Scene 5, Line 95."
>"Thank you. Please, go on."
>Now you read out the first sentence for that page to her.
"If I profane with my unworthiest hand"
"This holy shrine, the gentle sin is this:"
"My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand"
"To smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss."
>"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much,"
>"Which mannerly devotion shows in this,"
>"For saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch,"
>"And palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."
>You stand in awe of how she takes over as Juliet, and in a spot on attitude.
>"Oh, I-I'm sorry, did you wanted to do that by yourself?"
"No, that was very impressive."
>Her face reddens up from your compliment.
>Fluttershy tries to hide it by raising the book up to the lower half of her face.
>"It's nothing. I just do it when no one's around."
"It certainly is a talent that you have."
>The book is lowered from her face, and she reveals her coral pink cheeks.
>"Thank you."
>The both of you continue on reading on and finish off Act 1.
>Now the report.
>Reach out for the pen-
"Ow."
>Just as you tried to pick up the pencil, it rolls to the side and falls to the ground.
>"I'll get it."
>She doesn't hesitate and gets the pencil.
"Ah, thanks."
>Try to reach out, but your muscles are still sore.
"Man, that hurts."
>"Here, I'll write it for you."
"No, it's fine. It's my assignment, I can do it."
>"But I'm the one who got you into this mess."
>Sadly, that's true.
"If it wasn't for that, I wouldn't have known the true Fluttershy, or possibly hang out with you."
>"Well... But... I was the one who gave you that sore arm."
"That one was all me, just in a rush and all."
>"Please, I must!" What sounded shy and nervous, is now more along the type of demanding and pleading.
>You would continue this argument, yet that sudden outburst i.
"Alright, I guess. Just follow on what I say, alright?"
>"Okay."
>For the next half hour, you instruct Fluttershy on your view of the tale's plot so far.
>"And, there. Here it is."
>She hands you the report and see it in a beautiful cursive writing.
>How is it? Did I mess up. I'm so sorry that if I did. I knew that "I" in the third sentence was off a little bit and-"
>Snicker a little from her self doubting.
"Don't worry, it's fine. This is actually elegant and proficient from what I can ever write."
>It's true, even before you busted your arm, you're writing was no different from hieroglyphics.
>At least those can be understood, compared to what you normally scribble down.
"Thank you for helping me."
>Look outside and see the sun starting to set down in the horizon.
>Since you're in the forest, all you're able to see is a blend of sky blue with peach and vermilion.
"I probably must go."
>"What?"
>"It's getting late." Point to the window as this is being said.
>"Oh, don't worry, you can stay here a little longer can't you?"
>Oh, this sweet and naive girl.
>Start to put your things away.
"I wish I could, but I really should get home before-"
>"NO! I mean- please. Stay."
>She then grabs you on the right arm.
>It's a small squeeze, but it still strains around the nerves a little.
"Aww!"
>"Oops, I'm so sorry!"
>It's... it's fine."
>Fluttershy loosens her grip and lets go of you.
>You stretch the arm out a little bit.
>"Please... don't go." She almost whispers.
>You think about this for a moment.
>Why is she like this?
>Oh, she's been so alone throughout her life and barely had anyone to talk to, let alone be around her.
>What about the arm?
>Fuck it, that can probably heal overnight... or so that you hope.
>Is she that desperate for you to stay a little longer?
>Let's see...
"But if it get's any later, I'll probably have to sleepover."
>She lightens her eyes and cheeks a little, along with her hands twirling her hair.
>"C...could y-you?"
>Is this even reality at this point?
>But then again, you always wanted to have a sleepover.
>But with a few guys, not with a girl.
>This just feels a little out of the ordinary.
>Then again, that foster home did fuck over any possibility on what she could've had at the time.
>Well, best to make this on what you can.
>Home is going to miss me for tonight.
"I guess... I can sleepover for tonight."
>Such a squee that she made just pulled the pin on your heart.
>It was just too much cuteness from her.
>So much, that you didn't realize that she's getting you in a bear hug.
>Snap out of it!
>Look at the girl and attempt to breathe.
>Fluttershy then lets go and backs away.
.She's just roughly a hundred centimeters away from you.
>"I'm so sorry! Are you hurt? Did I crush you? Is your arm OK?! Oh no, I'm such a terrible frie-"
>You rest a finger on her firm, soft lips.
"It's fine. I actually wanted to do this for a long time."
>Retract your finger from her mouth and giver her the hug back.
>You do not make it as powerful as her's, but not too loose.
>It's just perfect.
>She even starts to nuzzle your neck with her head.
>Dainty, benevolent, and somewhat fussy.
>What a girl.
>"Let me get ready for bed, if you're fine on leaving me to do it."
>She then runs off and heads up stairs.
>You stay put and make sure everything is in your backpack and in the right order.
>It's still a school night, so you may as well get whatever you've had and organize for Hell.
>Still, it's nicer than what was back home.
>This won't be too bad.
>Especially with a friend to rely on, like Fluttershy.
>Along with a few kids back at school, such as Flash and that group of girls.
>That reminds you, may as well and check your phone.
>Check and see that it was still left on vibrate.
>Wow... and didn't even feel it once.
>There was a lot of physical movement, so why wouldn't you?
>Look at the screen and see a few messages.
>Pinkie Pie: "Have fun w/ ur friend!" "Ya wanna hang out this Sat. w/ me & the gals?"
>Applejack: "You're a nice guy, sorry for the roughing from Rainbow, she's that "Go to" attitude.
>Rarity: "I look forward to our next gathering."
>But Dash was different from all the others.
>Rainbow Dash: "Hey, sorry for the hard time earlier 2day, I acted like that to try and blend in with the rest of the school. Just to try and blend in. Turns out,k I just needed this small group, rather than the entire school to be with me. Can't wait to hang out with you again soon! You up for Sat?"
>And theres one from Dad.
>"Hey there, sport! Sorry that we haven't talked to you in a while. You're mom just got a promotion, and I just been working overtime. Don't worry, we're still getting some rest. Sure hope that new school is much more welcoming than the last one. Have a goodnight, Anon. -Dad"
>You text back:
"Just fine. Finally made some friends. But there's this one, that I surely won't let go. She really is one to keep as a best friend for the next few years. She went through hard times. But now, it will all change. There will be a future and a better life for her, now that I'm here. Thank you again for letting me take care of myself in this new town, I will not let you guys down. -Anon"

>The sound of footsteps are coming from the staircase.
>Slide your phone back in your left pocket.
>"So, what do you think?"
>Fluttershy is swimming in a sweater a couple sizes too big, sleeping pants to match the sweaters colour & her hair loose and free.
>You gawk at the nighttime version of Fluttershy.
>"Umm... is it too much?"
>Gibberish is only sounded from your barbaric mouth.
>"M-maybe I s-should change into... something more-"
"No, no. It's fine. It's more than fine. It's... beautiful."
>She clutches her hands and rubs them together in an insecure manner.
>"Come, I want to show you my bedroom."
>Fluttershy slowly makes her way upstairs.
>You drop your backpack and follow her.
>A few of them creek, but continue on.
>There's a window to your left and the walkway seems to continue on the right.
>Start to enter the aisle and see three doors and a window, letting the setting suns rays peering in.
>Two on the right and one on the left.
>"It's right in here."
>Walk down the hallway in a slow pace and catch up with her at the door.
>She turns the doorknob.
>It slowly clicks and the door opens to reveal her bedroom.
>Seems to be more of a guest room, modified for some people who can't let go of the good days.
>The room's not exactly spacious, but it's just enough to room a couple of people.
"Wow... it's very calm and tranquil in here."
>"Th-thank you."
>You slowly wander in and stand by the bed.
>This looks like the biggest, softest bed that you've ever encountered.
>Normally, the bed's that you sleep in are twin size.
>This one seems to be much bigger.
>Queen, probably king size.
>The last time you saw a bed like this was the one you were generated from.
>Cringe a little from that thought.
>But, this is a nice room.
>Even if you prefer some posters from M-rated games and the Alternative-Rock bands.
>In this room, you can feel more stable.
>"So, what should we do? We have a few more hours until we should sleep."
>Seeing that this is a house in the woods, there's not much to ask on if there's some television or a laptop laying around here.
"What do you normally do to pass the time?"
>The sagging sleeves slide over her arms as she playfully rubs them.
>"Well... I-I have some games, d-do you want to play?"
>Let's see what she has.
"Sure. What do you have?"
>She goes on her knees and reaches under her bed to pull out a few puzzles and board games and a deck of cards.
>You open up a puzzle box worth of 250 pieces and see no scattered pieces.
>Instead, it's all aligned and connected to form the perfect picture indicated on the box.
>Close it and open up another puzzle box, this one has much more, a total of 500.
>Open it up and see the same result.
>Everything is in place.
>There's something about this girls free time that you're starting to catch.
>Instead, you close this one, and grab an 1000 piece puzzle of a city.
>What's inside is a halfway done puzzle.
>"I just r-recently got that one."
"Well, you want some help to finish this one?"
>The smile she had was just too much that you've ever seen on her.
>"YES! I mean, OK."
>For roughly 2 hours, the both of you grasp hands a couple of times to get the piece each of you wanted to place.
>This was too common to happen, more than a set of car crashes in a freeway.
>Nevertheless; it was completed.
>Fluttershy was extra cautious of putting it back in, to not let a single bit fall out.
>And slipped to top part of the box back into place, like it was never opened.
"I must say, that was fun."
>As she slips the puzzle boxes back in, a tint rosey red appears on her face.
>"It... really was nice. What should we do now?"
>Look at what's left on the floor.
>There's a few board games and the deck of cards.
>Look through them and see what she has.
>Mainly, they're cooperative games.
>Connect 4, Chutes and Ladders, Twister, Scramble, and something at the bottom.
>"This one's my favorite."
>She moves a few of the games aside to reveal the one buried in them.
>It's a board game. "Timberland Wanderers."
>Fluttershy grabs one side and tries to slide it open.
>You grab another, and lift it up.
>The cover comes off and shows of a standard board with trails.
>Looks like CandyLand, just more themed at the woods.
>It starts off from the outside of the forest, and ends at the opposite side.
>There's the standard: "Stuck in mud, lose a turn." and "Lost, back 2 spaces."
>Can't have a board game without some obstacles, now can you?
>One of the pieces is a butterfly.
>There's a few more, but they're all in separate bags that haven't been opened.
>They have a bit of dust around the folds holding it.
>The others are: a squirrel, raccoon, porcupine and a rabbit.
>"Go ahead, pick a cute animal."
>You think about getting something badass, like the porcupine having the spikes coated everywhere.
>Or maybe the raccoon, for having that robbers mask, it also reminds you of that one game.
>Instead, without even noticing, you grab the rabbit out of the assortment of characters.
>"Oh! That's a cute one! I actually was thinking of owning one someday, but I'm not sure."
>Open up the package without any struggle.
"What's stopping you from owning one?"
>"I'm... just having some trouble on what to do with him. I'm not sure if my guardian will appreciate it, and what's worse, is that I'll be at school. I just don't want to leave him here."
>That does sound like some trouble, but you may have an idea that could work.
"This might be a little hard to do, but you could put him in your backpack. That way, he can be with you at all times."
>Such eyes on Fluttershy's face never went so immense before.
>"That... that sounds like a great idea! Thank you! But... what if my guardian refuses to let me have one?"
>Huh... she's got a point.
>Maybe having an animal companion wouldn't be too bad if thing's go downhill.
"What if I took care of him."
>"You're willing to do that!?"
"Anything for a friend of mine."
>Her eyes dim a little, so does her smile.
>"Oh... OK. Well, thank you very much. You're really making my life easier."
"It's not a problem, that's what pals do."
>She flinches a little.
>Huh, maybe she's sitting on a missing dice or a lost puzzle piece?
>"Yeah... let's start playing."
"Sounds good."

>You lost, again.
>She has to be cheating.
>But with what? Rigged dice?
>This is the third game now, and Fluttershy has beaten you in all of them.
>If only this was a video game console, the odds would be in your favor.
>Suck it up, and admit your defeat.
"Wow, you're extremely good at this game."
>Her fingers fiddle her sweater.
>"Just, some practice... maybe a lot."
>Oh no, she's starting to go down.
>Time to move the subject.
"I'm surprised that she bought all of these for you."
>Fluttershy's smile fades away into a sad frown.
>Shit, what did you say?
"Hey, what's wrong?"
>Hesitation is all that she answers, but then she exhales heavily.
>"I should... tell you something."

>She tells that the owner of this house has a medical condition that prevents her from obtaining her own child.
>It was only a matter of time that she would adopt one.
>That's where Fluttershy's absence at the orphange came into play at the right time.
>Just as Fluttershy was taken into new arms, she noticed some baby clothes in the cabinet of her room.
>The owner crabbed armfulls of the clothing and thrw it into the master bedroom.
>That was the only time Flutters saw her protector cry.

>After the story, you and Fluttershy just stare at the board game.
"Hey, you have a home now. Life is better here, even before I arrived. Don't let that get to you."
>You see her mouth curve a little.
"Is that a smile, I see?"
>Fluttershy giggles like...
>She's already a little girl, what else?
>"OK, you've got me."
>A yawn leaves your body.
>"Do you... *yawn* want to get some rest?"
>Look at the clock of her bed stand.
>It's past nine-thirty.
"Yeah, that's probably best. It's a school night, and we're going to need a lot of energy for the last school day of the week."
>"Good idea. I'll be right back, I need to head for the bathroom."
"Go ahead, take your time."
>She heads off, and exits the room.
>Spot the window in front of you.
>You get up, and walk around the board game.
>Stand near the window and open it.
>Look out to the barely visible pearl white moon in the horizon.
>Lay on the left side of your body to the wall.
>Thoughts of mom and dad back home start to flow through you.
>If they're fine, what they're doing right now, and if they miss you.
>Then you realize Fluttershy's parents.
>A father who never got the chance to see his own daughter and a mother who surrenders her daughter to the government.
>Thank goodness you have parents that are alive, and they care about you.
>Even if they show you their love through sentimental items.
>They never had the time to have some quality time with you.
>At least they cared about you.
>Who knows about the father if he managed to stay alive.
>Possibly her life wouldn't be this way.
>Or worse... it was for the better.
>Something lays on the right of your shoulder.
>"Hey."
>Fluttershy slowly peers from the right side.
"Oh, hi."
>She leaves her hand on your shoulder, and you choose to ignore it.
>"Is everything alright?"
"Yup, just... just thinking that's all."
>"Thinking about what?"
"Just... my parents."
>Her mouth agapes a little, but then closes it.
>Are they... alright?"
"Yeah... they're working... nonstop. I just, hope things work out."
>She nuzzles her head against the upper part of your arm.
>"They're fine. And trust me, they still love you."
"I guess..."
>Both of you just stare at outside for another minute.
>Fluttershy then breaks the silence.
>"We probably should clean up the mess we've made."
>Turn to her, and see that she's looking at the board game.
"Oh, right. I'll help."
>She goes around and starts to place her knees to the ground.
>You bend over-
>"OW!"
"Ow!"
>Fall back and land your ass on the wooden floor.
>Rub the top of your head and look over to Flutters.
>She is doing the same to her head.
"I'm so sorry! I was-"
>"No, no! It's fine."
"It's mu fault, I should have let you go first."
>"Don't worry, a good night's rest will give it a heal by the morning."
>You start to grab the board and fold it up.
>"W-wait, let me fold it."
>Look at the board and see that you're flipped it in a different pattern.
"Whoops. Here."
>Hand over the board and see her flip it once with a flick of her wrist.
>You're stunned at the performance she gave off.
>"Is everything fine? Did I show off?"
"Everything's fine. You just never stop amazing me, Flutters."
>"Oh, stop. It's nothing."
>She lowers the board and attempts to slide it in the box.
>Notice that it's caught at the corner and prevents it from slipping down.
"I'll get a side."
>Grab the side of the board and slide it down at the same rate as her.
>Fits like a glove.
>Set everything else inside: the playing pieces, dice, "Fate" cards and rule book.
>The both of you do the same thing with the lid of the box.
>She slides the box under the bed and stands up.
>You do the same and start to head out the room.
>"W-where are you going?"
>Turn around and see her sitting on the bed.
"Oh, I thought that I could sleep on the couch or something."
>"Come now, you can sleep with me."
>Wait, what?
"Fluttershy, are you sure?"
>"More than ever."
>It's an offer.
>A genuine one, as well.
>But, it's too much to handle.
>She's a friend, you want to protect her.
>This is just too much.
"Can't I just sleep on the floor?"
>"Don't be silly. There's more than enough room on this bed."
>Can't argue on this one.
"But... I can't sleep in my street clothes. I don't want to give out germs from the outside."
>"Well..." She raises the bed cover high enough that you can only see her eyes, "You could... take them off."
>There is no way she's be serious.
>In the same bed is one thing, but being stripped?
>Making sure about her safety is one thing... but getting "comfortable" is another.
>And you've just met her.
>This day is just beyond out of the ordinary.
>But... as long that she's happy, it's worth it.
"Alright Flutters, I'll..."
>Her vest eyes stare into your very soul.
>She's on the edge of your answer.
"I'll sleep with you."
>She lets go of the sheets and squee's cuter than a rubber duck.
"But I'm only taking off my shirt, OK?"
>She nods, like a damaged bobble head.
>You take off your shirt, and set it on the couch in front of her bed.
>Look back up and see Fluttershy's mouth agape and overwhelmed at you're upper nudity.
"What?"
>"It's nothing, nothing. Just, rest, please. It's going to be a looong day tomorrow."
>Ain't that the truth.
>Take off your shoes and socks and set them next to the foot of the bed.
>Climb in and take your side.
>Roll to the right and see Fluttershy, staring at you with a grin on her face.
"Happy?"
>"S-so much."
>Shift back to stair at the ceiling.
>"I just wanted to let you know that... I feel completely safe with you here. The kids at the orphanage where ruthless and harsh. With you... I feel protected and relaxed. No one ever had the time to be with me for anything."
>A warming feeling slowly rises inside you.
"Anything... for you."
>Slowly close your eyes and head into sleep.
>Sounds of the sheets move around and something very hushed is sounded.
>What happens next, is that you must've thought from a long, and hard day.
>"Goodnight... Romeo~."
"Hmm?"
>"N-nothing."