Pretty Adorable
It’s been a few days since Fluttershy’s. . . incident. Her parents insisted she take a few days away from school. Her mother and father came into the house shortly after you confessed everything to her. Her father was already on his way home and her mother rocketed straight out of work. Who could blame her?
Friday. Three days since what you’ve taken to calling ‘the incident.’ It’s fourth period, right before lunch. Your history teacher, who you and your friend Soarin like to call ‘The Doctor’ rambles on about a funny story about a big blue box and a screwdriver. He had the class in a roar, but your mind was elsewhere. You’re trying your hardest not to think about your throat. It hurts like all hell. It burns from base to jawline. It stings your Adam’s apple. You’ve been coughing all day. Come to think of it, it’s been hurting like this since the incident. You would’ve asked to take a day out, but it’s Fluttershy’s first day in school in days. And there’s no chance you’re not going to be here.
Speaking of whom, you look over to your right. On the far-right of the room sits your new girlfriend. Her hair is cleaner and smoother than it’s been in a while, while still remaining partially messy. She wears dark yellow and pink pajamas and a brighter yellow hoodie, with the hood halfway over her head. She’s wearing gray sneakers instead of her usual white boots.
But she still looks adorable.
The Doctor says your names in his epic accent. Only now do you realize you and Fluttershy have been staring at each other for who knows how long. Her eyes widen a bit and she looks toward him, and you do the same. He speaks again in that epic voice.
“If you’re done staring each other down, class is over.” You look at the clock. Huh. Class has indeed ended. Thirty full seconds ago.
“Sorry, sir,” Fluttershy spits out. She stands up and grabs her books. You mirror her actions and approach the door. Stepping aside, you allow her to go first. A blush forms on her cheeks and she softly thanks you. You offer a smile in return. The roar of the students fills your ears as you enter the hallway. You and Fluttershy maneuver your way through the hall, trying your hardest not to touch anyone. God forbid.
Once you enter the stairway, the hall clears up, leaving only you, Fluttershy, and a few other people. Not too many students have lunch this period, and you were blessed to be able to share it with her. The second you reach the bottom of the stairs, you feel something warm touch your hand. Looking down, you see that Fluttershy’s hand has brushed against yours. Looking back up into her eyes, she looks away and hides behind her hair.
“Sorry,” she squeaks. With a smile, you extend your fingers and bring her hand in. A quiet ‘eep,’ sounds from her, but she quickly calms down. After a moment, you see her smile and slowly gravitate toward you. Soon enough, her shoulder is rubbing against your arm. Her body and hand are warm. In fact everything about her is warm. Her smile, her eyes, her touch, her very being is warm. Taking a leap of faith, you separate your two hands. This results in a confused and disappointed expression from Fluttershy. But it’s short lived as you put your arm around her opposite shoulder. She gasps quietly, but soon melts into you. Her face is one of pure contentment as she moves closer to you, warming your suddenly freezing body. With your thumb, you stroke her shoulder. This elicits a soft hum from her.
You and Fluttershy sit down next to each other at the table. She had told you she wasn’t very hungry. However, you skipped breakfast this morning, so it wouldn’t be wise to skip lunch as well. You stand and begin to walk into the kitchen area. The second your skin leaves hers, it begins to crawl with disappointment. You’re only going to be gone for a minute, but it still sucks.
You grab a chicken sandwich, an apple, and a strawberry milk. You squirt some ketchup onto the sandwich, and you quickly make your way back to Fluttershy. When you reenter the cafeteria, you see that most of the students have gotten here. Fluttershy stands before the vending machine, probably for the iced tea she always gets. You see the bill slide into the machine. Fluttershy places a finger on her chin as she debates what flavor to get today. Behind her, you see a boy approach her. He has a smile on his face. Nearly every day, he would sneak up and press the coin return button, just to waste Fluttershy’s time. You couldn’t explain why, but he just finds it hilarious. As he reaches out, you grab his wrist with your free hand and shoot him a look that says ‘Let the girl have a drink.’ He’s much shorter than you, and much thinner too. The odds are not in his favor to protest, and he knows it. He walks away grumbling. Looking back to Fluttershy, you see that she was completely oblivious. A smile crosses her face as her tea lands in her reach. Before she lowers herself, however, you lean in and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. All you see before you turn to the table is Fluttershy’s face contort into complete shock. With a smile, you walk back to your table. You find that your friend, Ditzy Doo, or Derpy as she likes to be called, has seated herself and is munching on her own lunch. As you place your tray down, you smile at her. She smiles back.
“Hey! What’s up?” she asks in her lower pitched voice. You shrug in response. “Me too,” she says, raising her sandwich to her face. Somehow, Derpy always seemed to understand you. Not only in that you’re both disabled in some way, but because she seems to know what you’re trying to say. Fluttershy shares this to an extent, but Derpy seems to know precisely what you’re saying. Unless it’s something very specific, like ‘Where are you going tomorrow?’ You and Derpy met in sixth grade, when she moved here. You became friends nearly immediately, seeing as how you’re sort of kindred spirits. Derpy’s eyes are. . . well. . . derped. While one stares at the ceiling, the other eyes the floor. As she’s described to you, it sort of mismatches the world, offering a fishbowl view on things. She used the term ‘bubbly.’ You were both made fun of when you met, so you instantly made a connection. Never in the ‘love’ way, oh no. More like in the ‘roommate’ kind of way. Someone who was just fun to be around.
Fluttershy sits next to you with the most intense of blushes on her face. She gives you a quick look and her blush seems to deepen. She looks down at her bottle of tea and fails to hide a smile and a giggle. You smile at this yourself. You rub her shoulder a few times before picking up your sandwich and taking a big bite out of it. Looking over to Derpy, you see a small smile on her face. You give her a slightly confused look, but your smile remains on your face.
“Did you finally ask her out?” she asks, her smile widening. You chuckle a bit and shrug as you look away. This was you trying to say ‘Sort of.’ You and Fluttershy share a look, before she looks at Derpy. She says what you tried to say.
“Sort of. Certain. . . situations led to it. And. . . if it’s alright with you. . . I’d rather not talk about it,” she whispers, lowering herself into her arms. She continues to eye her bottle of tea. She spins it around a few times with her finger. Derpy gives you a confused look. You slightly nod your head and raise your hand, silently saying ‘Don’t worry about it.’ She smiles and nods and returns to her eating.
The next few minutes are spent in silence. After downing your milk, you stand up and walk over to the trash can. You empty your Styrofoam tray into the trash, but bounce the milk box off the wall into it. As you sit back into your seat, you place your arm on Fluttershy’s back. This makes her jump a bit, but she quickly relaxes. She moves her body closer to you, so both your sides are touching. But she still leaves her head in her arms staring at her bottle. You see Derpy start to pack up her lunch and you notice something’s wrong.
Where’s her muffin?
You take out your notebook and write her name, followed by your question and slide it over to her. She reads it, taking a bit of time.
“Oh. Well. . . I got hungry earlier. . .” she says with an embarrassed blush and a scratch on the back of her head. You silently chuckle. She slides your notebook back to you. Looking back at Fluttershy, you see she’s still drolly looking at her bottle of tea. Then you look at your notebook and begin to write.
Fluttershy:
I love you.
You slide it over to her. She reads it and a blush comes to her face. She fails to hold in a smile. Instead of replying to you, she takes out a pencil. She scribbles a message down and slides the notebook back to you.
I love you too.
Now it’s your turn to smile. You think of a reply, but only one comes to mind. It’s beyond cheesy, but we can all afford to be cheesy at least once in our lives, right?
I love you more.
She reads this and chuckles. She writes down another message.
Prove it.
A smirk comes to your face. You put down the pen and tap Fluttershy’s shoulder. She sits up a little. She opens her mouth to question you, but you cut her off, by planting your lips softly on hers. Her eyes are open wider than you’ve ever seen them. Her face has gone from pale white to deep red. You smile through the kiss. After a moment or two, you move your head away. Fluttershy’s lips follow yours a bit before contact is broken. From the corner of your eye, you see Derpy chuckling a bit. Eye contact isn’t broken between you and Fluttershy. Her mouth opens and closes a few times, and all that comes out is a high pitched noise that sounds like a cross between a squeak and a sigh. You raise an eyebrow as your smirk grows.
“I-I. . . I. . .” Fluttershy manages to squeak out. You lean in and point to your ear. She stutters a little more. “Did. . . you just. . .?” After a few moments, a smile forms on her face. “You just did. . . That was my first. . .” She giggles again and looks to her lap. She plays with her long hair, looping some locks around her index finger. For a few good moments, she simply giggles to herself.
Well, it finally happened. Your first kiss. It took damn near eighteen years, but you finally did it. And it was amazing. It certainly wasn’t how you imagined it. You always imagined it would be on a bridge or something, over a glistening stream, under a starry sky, the full moon between your silhouetted figures. But god damn if this wasn’t close enough.
“Y’know,” Fluttershy begins quietly, “You. . . still haven’t proven it yet. . .” Your smile widens after a moment of shock. You hadn’t expected that, but who are you to argue? As Rarity always likes to tell you, it’s rude to disappoint a lady. She looks up at you fully.
You take it much slower this time. You lift your hand, brush a few strands of hair from her beautiful face, and rest your palm gently on her soft cheek. She looks deep into your eyes, and you do the same for her. Her eyes are certainly one of the most captivating things about her. They seems to sparkle, no matter how dark the room is. They’re always wide and curious, as if taking in every detail of the environment. Their oceanic teal color could hypnotize you, and they have on several occasions. They seems to reflect everything beautiful in nature, as if they were formed by the rarest and most beautiful of emeralds. Her pale skin under your palm is as soft as a cloud, and just as fair. Her hair is somehow cool and warm at the same time. It’s just as soft as her skin, as if it were woven by the very finest of heavenly silk. There’s not a single imperfection about it. Not a knick or crook on her. All that you want right now is to be with her, as close as possible, feeling her body against yours. The warmth of her being soothing the coldness you suddenly feel within yourself. To feel her lips against yours once again.
So you make it happen. You lean forward, close your eyes, and press your lips softly against hers.
Her lips are just as warm as the rest of her, and twice as soft. You can feel her lips trembling just a bit, but it soon stops, as she moves in closer to you. Your limbs seem to move on their own as your hand moves to her upper back, and the other holds her soft, plush hand. You massage her fingers and palm with your thumb. You can feel her hands on your chest and shoulder. An extremely quiet moan sounds from her throat. Opening your eyes slowly, you see that she is enjoying it just as much as you are. You close your eyes again.
All good things must come to an end, however. You begin to move your head away, but her head follows yours a bit, before your lips separate. As she moves away, a long sigh comes from her mouth. A look of contentment is evident on her face, her eyes closed gently. You can only smile as she giggles to herself. After a few moments, she opens her eyes. Her smile seems to widen at the very sight of you. She leans forward a bit and rests her forehead on yours. A small hum is heard from her, before she turns away slightly. Putting a finger on her chin, she seems to be mulling something over. You tilt your head a bit.
“Mm. . . Nah, I still love you more,” she says quickly. A chuckle escapes from you. With a shake of your head, you replace your hand on Fluttershy’s again. She rests her head on her closed fist. Looking up at Derpy, you see that she’s grinning widely. You raise an eyebrow with a smile. She just closes her eyes and shrugs in a pseudo-innocent look.
Yeah. That was probably pretty adorable.