Fluttershy and Me: Remastered

The rest of Saturday passed by really quickly.  Sunday was more or less the same thing, except I had a bit of homework to do.  Fluttershy actually did a great job helping me complete it all.  It was a writing assignment, but my mind was just dead while I was writing it.  She provided me with so many great ideas.  Aside from that, she kept me focused and didn’t allow me to go back to my game, which I had left on the whole time.  I did have to put her to bed a little early though, I wanted to watch the Walking Dead, but there was no way I was going to let her watch it.  Way too graphic for her.

I kept my promise and let Fluttershy sleep with me in my bed both Saturday and Sunday night.  It actually wasn’t as difficult as I thought it would be to keep her hidden.  My mom never checked my room anymore, so I was fine.  I awoke from my sleep at the sound of my alarm, which was really just my iPod.  I liked to wake up to the sound of some good music, not the trash that they play on the radio nowadays.  Fluttershy was startled by the sudden sound of music playing.  I told her not to worry and that it was just my alarm.

“Why did that thing go off?  And why is it so early?” she asked me.  My eyes were still shut while I tried to gather my thoughts and how I would explain to her that I was going to be out all day, or at least until three.

“Oh crap, is it Monday?  I have school today.  Damn it, I have school all week.  How could I forget about school?” I asked myself.  “Look, Fluttershy, I hate to tell you this, but you’re gonna have to stay home alone today, and really for the rest of the week as well.”  I tried to put it as lightly as I could.  I sure as hell didn’t want to leave her home alone.  I had been caring for her for the past two days, and I had no idea if she was going to be able to care for herself while I was gone.

“Why do I have to stay here, can’t I come with you?” she responded.  I sighed, grabbing for the remote to my iHome to pause the music that was playing over our conversation.

“Well, I’m the only one who knows you’re here.  I’m not so sure that letting people see you will be a good idea.  The reason is the same as why I can’t let my mom see you, except there are a few more things that could be troublesome.”  I realized I was speaking pretty loudly, and my mom was awake.  I gestured to Fluttershy as she was about to speak to keep it quiet.

“How long will you be gone?” she asked me.  She sounded so worried for me.  There was obviously nothing for her to fear, but she didn’t know that.

“I’ll be gone until about three o’clock in the afternoon.  Other days, maybe a little later than that.  Look, I need to get dressed and go to the bathroom, just wait here.  When I’m done I’ll take you downstairs and get you some food,” I told her with a bit of urgency in my tone.  It was actually almost seven, and I was usually downstairs already eating by that time.  She waited in my room while I went to the bathroom, and after I put my clothes on, we went downstairs, trying to not let my mom know of her presence.

I got Fluttershy some pancakes, made myself a bowl of cereal, and we went down to the basement.  I had to eat a little bit quicker than normally, but I told her to take her time.  I was the one in a hurry, not her.

“So, um, what should I do while you’re gone?  Do you want me to stay down here all day?” she asked.

“For the most part, yes, you will have to stay down here.  Had I remembered that I had school, I would have made you something for lunch last night.  My mom doesn’t come home from work anymore, so you’ll be fine with that.  But what for you to do?”  I thought to myself for a moment.  Then I remembered I had a laptop with about 500 songs on it, and of course the TV.

“You could watch some TV.  There are a lot of good shows on during the day, so I’m sure you could find something of interest.  If that starts to get boring, you can listen to some of my music.  I’ll leave my laptop on for you with iTunes up so you can just choose what you want to listen to.  Before I leave, I’ll bring down some more food and snacks for you.  How does that all sound?”

“That sounds fine.  But, are there any channels you want me to not watch, or songs I shouldn’t listen to?”  I thought for a moment, and then it hit me.  The Hub channel.  I couldn’t let her see the My Little Pony show, at least not yet.  I decided early on I would wait a while before showing her the show.  She was a little too young to understand that she was just a cartoon character, so I would wait.

“Yea, actually.  Stay away from the Hub channel, which is channel 259.  As for music, well, I really don’t care what you listen to, but if you hear a word that you think is a little, um… mean, then stop listening to the song.  I would recommend you listen to this band.”  I pointed to the band I was referring to .

“Dough… try?” she said.  I laughed at that.

“Daughtry,” I corrected, “all of their music is clean, meaning no bad language,” I told her.

She nodded her head and repeated back to me what I told her.  After we finished eating, I took her plate and my bowl upstairs.  Shortly after, I brought back down as many snacks as I could carry.  She was taken back a bit by what I had provided.  I didn’t have time to worry if this stuff wouldn’t be good for her or not.  I just told her not to worry about what and what not to eat.  She nodded.

I went upstairs to the bathroom to brush my teeth, went back down to pack my lunch and a water bottle in my bag, and finally went down into the basement to say goodbye to Fluttershy.

“Don’t worry, right after school ends, I’ll run straight back here.  It won’t be that bad.  If you get tired of being down here, you can go up to my room, but try to stay lower than the windows so no one outside can peek in and see you. Got it?” I asked.  She nodded.

“What if something bad happens, like if I get hurt?” she asked me.  I thought for a moment.  Then, I grabbed the house phone for the basement, dialed in my cell number, and left it as it was.

“If something bad happens, hit this button here on the phone.  It’ll call my phone.  It shouldn’t ring during the day, so you shouldn’t have to redial the number.  I’ve gotta go.  I’ll see you later, ok?”  As I was about to get up, she hugged me, which kept me on my knees.  I returned the hug.  When she let go, I smiled at her, ran my hand through her hair like the many other times before, and left for school.  All I was able to think about during my walk to school was Fluttershy, nothing else.  During school was no different.