Title:           Anon - Today's the Day
Author:          FingerbangingMLP
Pastebin link:   http://pastebin.com/Er7eke0m
First Edit:      Saturday 23rd of January 2016 02:15:36 AM CDT
Last Edit:       Saturday 23rd of January 2016 02:15:36 AM CDT

>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
 
 
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