>I'm sitting in the empty library.
>For some strange reason, no one has really stopped by today.
>I'm typing a paper on one of the school computer.
History of Canterlot, July 27, 2014. Anon Ymous..
>I stop in the middle of my sentence and stare at the words on the screen.
>I sigh and continue to type on.
>A few minutes pass, and I'm 1/4 into the project.
>I hear the door open and shut.
>I look up over the computer to see who it is.
>It's Fluttershy
"Oh, hey Fluttershy."
>I sit back down at my computer and continue typing.
>She doesn't respond. However, she does make her way over to the computers and sits at the one next to me.
>Yet again, I stop typing.
>I look to Fluttershy, who looks like she's thinking about something.
"You sure seem quiet."
>I say quietly, turning back to my computer
>She shakes her head.
>"Oh, uh. S-Sorry.."
"It's okay."
>Click clack click clack click clack
>Fluttershy thinks about it one more time before speaking.
>"A-Anon? Can I talk to you? Its really important..."
>For the third time, I stop typing.
>I turn to Fluttershy.
"What's up?"
>I say casually
>"It's about my grades... If I can't raise my mark high enough to pass this semester, m-my parents won't let me help out at the animal shelter.."
>She wipes away a tear
>I look at her a little puzzled
>"Please Anon? I-I mean, if you're able to, of course..."
"Uhhh..."
>I scratch the back of my head
>"Twilight is already busy with her own studies, and since you're the second highest marked in the class.."
>I think about it for another moment and then start speaking again.
"O-Okay.. What do you need help with?"
~~~
>Fluttershy seemed to light up when I accepted her offer.
>"W-Well for starters, I need some help with this paper we're assigned from 3rd block."
>My puzzled expression multiplies itself.
"Fluttershy, that's due tomorrow. Are you not finished with it?"
>She scratches her head with a slight embarrassed expression
>"U-Uh, well.. Y-Yes I'm done.. I just wanted to know if you could like.. Read it over.."
>I sigh lightly.
"Alright, Fluttershy. Let's see it."
>She beams again and starts up the computer she's sitting in front of.
>After logging in and doing a bunch of other stuff, she plugs in her flash drive.
>She searches for her paper in the scattered mess of files.
>Eventually she finds it.
>She double clicks the file and it opens a note pad.
>Right off the bat I count 4 paragraphs.
"Uh... Fluttershy..?"
>She turns to me quickly
>"I-Is something wrong? Tell me so I can fix it!"
"You only have 4 paragraphs.. The project paper said you have to have 6 as a minimum."
>She gasps in horror and turns back to the computer and carefully counts the paragraphs.
>"1... 2... 3... 4....................... O-Oh no..."
"Need some help?"
>I say examining her short error filled project.
"You do have a few errors here and there.."
>"N-No! I have to add more paragraphs!"
"Fluttershy, It's okay. I'll type some for you.
>"But then it'd be cheating!"
>About an hour of arguing, editing, typing, and random chatting pass.
>Fluttershy's paper is finally finished.
"Is that good?"
>"I-I think I---- I mean we, did a good job on it.."
>I look up to the clock and realize that the school library is about to close for today
>I look back to my computer and realize that I didn't finish my paper
>FUCK.
>"Anon..?"
>I look to Fluttershy
"What..?"
>"Can you give me a ride home?"
~~~
>Wait what? a ride home?
> I glance back to my computer screen. A half written paper is displayed.
>I look back to Fluttershy. A super innocent and cute face is displayed.
>Decisions...
"Uh, sure, I guess.."
>I haven't really given anyone a ride home for a while.
>The idea of giving a girl a ride home kind of gets me a little excited
>Being a testosterone filled high-schooler will do that to you..
"J-Just let me fish my keys out of my back pack."
>She nodnods and turns to her computer and cuts it off
>I fling my backpack on the desk right in front of the computer and stick my hand inside it.
>I feel past my binder, random pencils and papers, and my water bottle until I find my keys.
"Aha. Here they are."
>I pull my hand out of my backpack, jingling keys in hand.
>Fluttershy is already standing up, waiting on me.
>"I-I would've taken the bus home, but I wanted to stay afterschool and work on my paper.."
"Can you not drive?"
>I say standing up
>"Well, no.. I don't have my drivers license.. Yet.."
>I signal for her to go ahead of me.
"Yet? Did you fail the test or something?"
>She stays quiet and continues walking.
"......"
>She sighs
>"Y-Yeah. I failed it.. Twice.."
>"I open the door to the library for her and signal her to walk through"
"Huh. Well, you know what they say.."
>She looks to me while walking
"Women are bad drivers"
>She chuckles and looks ahead to the front door
>"You couldn't be more right."
~~~
>We get to the door to the student parking lot
>I open the door for Fluttershy once more
>She exits the building, and I follow behind her
>"S-So, where are you parked?"
>After hearing her question I examine the parking lot
>There's a rusty red truck that's been sitting there for as long as I can remember.
>I don't live that far away from the school.
>2 miles away to be exact
>I used to play soldiers with my next door neighbor, and we'd throw leaves in the back of that truck and pretend that it's some kind of blind.
>All incoming cars we're fired upon with our sticks that we pretended were guns
>On a lucky day we'd use Pine cones as grenades
>I shake my head and examine the rest of the parking lot
>Besides the truck, there's my car (a small station wagon).
>I point to it
"That's my car."
>We both walk over to it very slowly, looking down to the massive football field
>Above the football field is a gigantic sign reading:
[CANTERLOT HIGH]
>I, not paying attention to where I'm walking, runs into the side of the car.
>I jump a little not expecting it
>Fluttershy giggles quietly, not wanting me to hear it
>I hear it anyways
>embarrassment.mp3
"Uh.. W-Well, this is it.."
>"It's a little small."
"Yeah.. I had to pay for it with my own money."
>"It's nice for a small car, th-though."
>I chuckle and walk around the drivers side
>I stick the key in the door and unlock it.
>Fluttershy and I climb inside and buckle in.
>I stick my key in the ignition and turn the engine on.
~~~
>I back the car out of the parking space and drive out of the lot
>We're heading down the road now
>It'a awfully quiet
>Fluttershy is fiddling with a Canterlot High keychain on her backpack
>Since the conversation ceases to exists, I clear my through, lean my hand in and turn on the radio
>The first thing that I hear come out of the radio is a really... weird song..
When the moon hits your eye! Like a big pizza-pie! That's amor- http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dr8ispGzFcg
>I immediately cut off the radio and chuckle lightly
"Aheh.. Sorry.."
>I hear Fluttershy giggle
>I glance at her for a quick second
>She giggles again
>I go back to looking at the road with a small grin on my face
"What's so funny? Got a problem with my taste of music?"
>She shakes her head and becomes a little worried
>"O-O-Oh. S-Sorry."
>I let out a small laugh
"It's alright, Fluttershy. Do you like that song."
>Without hesitating, she turns the radio back on and that song starts playing again.
>I laugh and slow down to a steady 25 mph
>Don't want to crash into anything, right?
>An hour has passed
>It would've gone by faster if it weren't for the fact I was driving so slow
>Regardless, me and Fluttershy are singing really weird songs.
>"Please Anon! One more time! Pleeeeeease!"
>I'm laughing so hard, I'm almost in tears
"Okay, okay. Last time."
>I press the play button on the radio
"Narwhals, narwhals swimming in the ocean, causing a commotion cause they are so awh-"
>I stop and continue to laugh
>I have to pull over and get it all out
~~~
>Tears of joy roll down my face
>I'm banging furiously on the steering wheel
>Fluttershy is leaning back into her chair, also laughing like crazy
"I mean- ahahah- Nu-Narwhals!"
>"Ahaha- I-I-I-Ahahah!"
>Another pointless hour passes
>Fluttershy and I have calmed down.
>We're now just sitting there, huffing and puffing all the air we laughed out
"Ahah.. Ah... Okay.. I-I'm done.. I think.."
>Fluttershy nods, wiping the tears off of hear face
>"I-I'm done.."
"......."
>"........"
>It got quiet. All the songs on my CD of weird songs has ended.
"So, uh.. Fluttershy.. Where exactly do you live?"
>She shakes her head, bringing herself back down to Earth.
>"Oh, uh. R-Right up here.."
>She points to a small cottage about a half a mile away from our current location