Fluttershy and Me: Remastered

All I could think about during school was Fluttershy.  How was she doing without me there, was she lonely, was she alright, had she actually hurt herself?  So many thoughts raced through my mind.  I couldn’t get her off my mind.  The day went by pretty fast though, and being a senior in high school, I had a huge advantage.  I had gotten lucky with my scheduling and managed to get both periods eight and nine off, which meant I could go home early.  I was so anxious for the bell signifying 7th period's end.  As soon as it rang, I jumped out of my seat, ran to my locker, got my things, and ran home.  I didn’t care who was looking at me, probably thinking, ‘Hey, why the hell is that kid running?’ or something like that.

I entered my house, quickly setting my things down, and yelled her name.

“Fluttershy?!  Fluttershy, are you downstairs?  It’s me Matt.”  I got no response.  I went to check downstairs, but the back room light was off.  I ran back up the stairs, but as soon as I turned to head upstairs, Fluttershy jumped up onto me and held me in a tight embrace.  I was caught off guard, but not enough to make me fall on my back.  I knelt down, allowing her to stand on her hind legs.  I could hear her crying, but I had no idea why.

“Thank goodness you’re home Matthew!  I was so afraid!” she exclaimed.

“Afraid of what?  What happened?” I asked her.

“S-something came on one of the channels.  I didn’t think it was s-so bad, up until the m-monsters appeared,” she told me.  I was wondering what she could have been watching.

“Do you remember the channel it was on?” I asked her.  She wasn’t crying as much as she was when she first jumped on me, but she hadn’t fully stopped.

“I-I think it was channel 231,” she told me.  Channel 231, AMC.  I think I knew what she was watching.  Just to be sure, I asked her if she remembered the show’s name.

“I think it was the W-Walking Dead, or something l-like that,” she told me.  I knew it.  I knew she wouldn’t be able to handle that show.  I held her, brushing her hair with my hand as I did so very often, trying to comfort her.

“Don’t worry Fluttershy.  It was just a show, those monsters aren’t real,” I told her, trying to calm her down.  I did indeed tell her that the zombies, or walkers as they are referred to as on the show, weren’t real.  But, I did in fact, at the time, believe that someday the zombies would rise.  I would’ve been ready though.  Along with my Assassin's Creed gear, I’ve got two pistols and a bow with about 100 arrows (I have these to complete my assassin cosplay).  They were well hidden, so no one would be finding them anytime soon.

“I guess I have another channel to stay away from huh?” she said.  I chuckled a bit and told her that she was right about that.  She let go of me, took a step back, and I told her to just breathe.  After about a minute, she was fine.

“I got a bit lonely while you were gone.  How often is this going to happen?” she asked me.  I rubbed my eyes and sighed.

“Well, unless I have off from school, every Monday through Friday.  Some days I might have to stay later for rehearsals.  Sorry Fluttershy.”

She looked down and frowned.  I then noticed that she had a little bruise on her left from leg.

“Hey, what happened here?” I asked her.  She looked up, then back down to her leg.

“Oh, well um, when the monster showed up, it frightened me so much that I actually started flying a bit.  But I’m so bad at flying that I flew right into the wall and hurt my leg.  I’m sorry,” she said.

“Fluttershy, you have nothing to apologize for, you just hurt yourself, that’s all.  If anything, I should be apologizing for not being here.  But speaking of flying, how would you like it if I tried to help you learn to fly better?”

“Really, but you don’t have wings.  How would you teach me at all?  I mean, not to say that I don’t want to learn, but it’s just that I’m not so sure that you really could teach me,” she told me.  I started to think.  How would I teach her?  I had no knowledge of flight myself, so teaching her would be pretty difficult.

“Well, I guess we can just think about it for now.  Maybe when we come up with something we can start practicing.  Right now, I’m just hungry.  I need a snack,” I said.  She giggled after I said that, which made me laugh in turn.

“There are still some snacks that you gave me for the day downstairs.  We can have that,” she told me.  I nodded my head and brought her down into the basement, and we started snacking on what was left of the food.

The rest of the week followed the same procedure as Monday, except without the whole crying thing when I arrived home.  Fluttershy was perfectly fine with staying home by herself by that Thursday actually.  She got used to it pretty quick.  I don’t know why, but Fluttershy seemed a bit more, well, outgoing for lack of a better word, than she was in the show.  She seemed more confident in herself.  I don’t know why, but it didn’t matter.  She was of course still very shy and kept worrying about little things, but like I said, she had more confidence.  Maybe it was because I was just, well, who I was.  That may sound weird considering the description of myself I gave earlier, but Fluttershy had changed me, even though we had only known each other for about a week.

The routine soon became natural.  I would go to school, she would stay home, and when I got home we would spend the rest of the day together.  The first night I stayed later for a rehearsal, she got a little worried.  But even then, she got used to that too.  Musical stuff ended in April, so she didn’t need to worry about that anymore.  The rest of my senior year of high school just rushed on by since I had found Fluttershy.  And before I knew it, summer had arrived.