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// Part 1 
// Story: Bothersome Parents 
// by Fifty Shades of Yellow 
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	You answer the door, expecting your girlfriend to be on the other side. You've been waiting all day for this. "Anon... I'm ready for our date now... if that's okay with you." In a black dress partially exposing one of her hips and curly hair, Fluttershy waits outside.
"Woah, Flutters."
"I-I'm sorry, is this too much?" She certainly did outclass you for tonight, all you have on is a pair of black jeans, a long sleeve shirt and black sneakers.
"No, you're stunning."
Fluttershy's soft blush starts to grow around her cheeks. "Thanks. I had some trouble getting this dress on since..." She clears her throat. "A-anyway, what are we doing for the night?"
You worryingly rub the back of your neck, trying to excuse yourself from missing the true point of tonight's main purpose. "I honestly don't know."
"Hmm. We could just drive around and think about it on the way."
"That sounds like a good idea."
"Anon! Who's at the door?" Your father asks from the other room.
"Just my girlfriend. We'll be heading out." You nearly shout.
"Are you sure you don't want to introduce us to her?" He asks once more. This wasn't a great time to bring her up, especially on how they usually are.
"I don't think now would be the best time to do so."
Fluttershy taps your shoulder. "Anon, I wouldn't mind meeting your parents."
"Yeah, but it's something else."
"I knew I overdid it with this dress." She pouts out.
"Trust me, you did a great job. It's just that my parents are--"
"Anon?" Your dad asks when standing from the hallway. He is still wearing office clothes: a pale blue shirt and black pants. The loose tie is hanging around his neck, along with no more than three undone buttons at the top. "I presume that she must be your girlfriend."
You tap the tip of your right foot on the ground, wondering if it's too late on just leaving when this conversation ends. "Yes, her name is Fluttershy."
"It's nice to meet you, sir."
"Honey, what's going on?" Your mom asks from afar.
"I think we might have a guest for dinner. How about it?"
"I really don't think we should." You try to speak for both you and her.
"I would be delighted to dine with all of you." Fluttershy speaks up when walking inside, only to stop right beside you.
"Wonderful!" Your dad goes back in the hallway. "Put Anon's plate back on, and add another."
You give a scorn look at Fluttershy, while she seems jittery at the situation. "What? They seem nice, aren't they?"
"They are."
"Then what's the problem?"
"You'll just have to see for yourself." You close the door and grab her hand, leading her into the hallway, silently thinking that this night could have been better if you just thought ahead. 
Once you enter the kitchen, your mom - in a white sweater and blue jeans, covered by an apron - is preparing the table. "Hi, you must be Fluttershy."
"Yes, that's me." She speaks in a low tone.
"Please, have a seat. I'll get the casserole out very soon."
"You should try it; certainly is something." Your dad sounds as if he's advertising.
"It's just a simple recipe that anyone can pick up, it's nothing."
"Not the way you do it." Your father kisses her on the cheek.
Your desire to sigh is held back when pulling up a chair for Fluttershy. "Gentlemen like, Anon?" In a silent motion, you mouth the words 'don't do this' to your mother. "I really would wish you could keep the attitude here at home." You grit your teeth when sitting right beside Fluttershy, giggling at your mom's comment. At least the casserole is coming out. Maybe if you rush on eating it, that would be a step closer on to leaving. But that would cut the "gentlemen" act that your mom made, making you look bad and possibly calling you a pig. Looks like you'll just have to go along the pace and expect a relatively small piece for the two of you.
You hand over your plate to your mom. "I notice on how you're not eating enough lately, Anon. I do expect for you to eat the extra bits that I left out." She says when handing it back. Half of your plate is filled with her chicken casserole, the rest will be filled with the usual; steaming green beans, carrot slices and other vegetables. This might take a while to get through, even with the usual pace that you want to eat at. As long that they don't talk to Fluttershy, the both of you should be out of here in fifteen or so minutes. "So, Fluttershy." Your mom starts. There goes that expectation. "What do you usually do?"
She shuffles in her seat, obviously unnerved by the immediate interest of your parents. "Um, I help the little ones. You know, those that couldn't take care of themselves."
"That's very nice of you to help those that are in need." Your mother replies. Both of them smile and nod at each other. You expected a different reaction, but this might go out well.
"I'm sorry to rush this, but--"
"We have all of tonight to get the chance to know each other a bit more. But do continue." Your mother interrupts when putting a plate filled with food in front of Fluttershy.
"O-okay. What do you do?"
"I'm an architect while my husband teaches students."
"Ohh, sounds interesting."
"It's a bunch of lines and numbers. Sort of a pain to get that exact detail for them to do. Precision is a matter of importance."
"I see." Fluttershy jabs her fork in the green beans sitting on the side. "Mr, Mous, I've never seen you around Canterlot High."
"That's because I teach at Crystal Prep Academy."
"O-oh. Why there?"
"He usually says that the pay is much better and the students are 'well behaved' when it's compared to our school." You speak out.
"And yet you still don't want to go there, Anon?" Your father asks the same lousy question ever since you moved here.
"No, nothing has changed. I wouldn't go last year, and certainly not this year." Your mother and Fluttershy idly watch you 'discussing' this with your father.
"Why? What does Canterlot High have that we don't?"
"We don't have strict dress codes, the students are a little more friendly, and they certainly don't have anyone like Fluttershy there." That might have been a corny thing to say in the end, but it did work. Fluttershy has a smile with a red tint around her cheeks.
"Hmph." Your father goes back to munching on his slice of the casserole.
"So how is it at the orphanage you aid?" Your mother questions Fluttershy. Wait, did she just assume that Fluttershy works at...
"Um, orphanage?"
"Yes, what else did you mean by 'helping out the little ones'?"
"What I actually do is help out in the local animal shelter."
"Oh." Your mom plainly says. 
"I must ask; why help them?" You knew that your father's curiosity just got the better of him.
"These little animals that don't have a home just need some care and love. When I was little, I couldn't bare seeing all the stray dogs and cats left out on the streets; fighting each other for a scrap of food or wandering around in the rain because they don't have anywhere else to go. It just bruised my heart, and still sort of does today. I wanted to start doing this a long time ago, but it would just lead to an argument with my parents. I'm still happy that I've been doing this ever since I started high school, and never wanted to do anything else."
Your parents look at each other once more, each of them raising an eyebrow. "So basically, your dream is to help filthy animals from the streets?" Your dad highlights the main point.
"W-well, yes." Fluttershy wavering the answer.
"I find it nice of her to help them." You comment on her choice.
"Anon, you know how much of a bother those things are." Your father says, making Fluttershy uncomfortable. "Cats lazily roll around the couch or shred the drapes, whereas dogs just shit wherever they want. And birds are no better. Honey, remember when you had one when you were a child?"
"Yes, I still do. Gosh, what a nightmare he was, always chirping or flapping his wings when I would enter the room. The only time that I ever liked it was when I opened the cage and watched him flew out of the house."
"D-did he come back?"
Your mother laughs. "Thank goodness no. However, I did feel guilty when my sister cried for a few days, but the sweet sound of silence was worth it."
Fluttershy clearly looks agitated in her seat after hearing your mother's experience with a pet bird. "What's worse than a house pet is one that you never expected to have. Remember the raccoon infestation we had earlier this year?"
"Dad, let's not talk about that. Can we just eat?"
"It'll be fast, Anon. For weeks, we had a nest of them living in our attic. Can you believe that we were housing an entire family of them? Anyway, we couldn't take up on the scratching and noises that they made, so we hired an exterminator to fumigate the house and removing them afterwards." Clearly knowing on their stance about animals, Fluttershy undoubtedly looks perturbed. "I would have let my son take care of them, if only I realized on what he did on summer of this year."
"It's nothing, really."
"What did Anon do?" Fluttershy sounds genuinely interested.
"One day, when me and Anon went into the forest to--"
"Dad, DON'T!"
"What? I just wanted to tell her on how you shot a deer."
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Fluttershy's eyes widen as she starts to tear up. "Y... you." She mumbles when looking directly at you.
"Yup, my own son shot a dear right in the head. A natural hunter, just like his old man and his very own father." Her tears start to flow when sobbing. 
"Fluttershy, what's--?" She pushes herself away from the table and runs away, leaving your mother's question unanswered.
You get up and chase her into the living room. "Fluttershy, it's not what you think."

"You KILLED a deer! Why?! Is that the reason you decided to help me when the school year came back, so you could try to make things right?!"
"No! I wanted to get to know you better."
"I wish I did the same to you." She turns around and opens the door, running off into the night.
"Fluttershy!" She ignores your plea and keeps on running down the street.