Summary: Flaky was happy, her childhood but a memory. Until Flippy returns from living with his "uncle", and Flaky suddenly finds herself launched into a ton emotional confusion, and humor with a dash of seasoned music ;D.
AN: So, for those of you who are like "Who- dafuq?" I'm kind of new... But not really. This is my first fanfiction I've posted, but not my first that I've brewed. The reason I even chose Happy Tree Friends is because they have no set background. You have the ability to take the characters and create awesomeness. Regardless, I hope my writing isn't too boring, I have a lot of humor so I'll try to incorporate that as much as I can.
In another note, I've come across this great representation of the humanoid characters. Keep in mind, in this story the characters are entirely human, though that is not the case in the Fanfic. Also, Flippy's appearance doesn't appear quite like this for this story 3: Link to photo [Remove spaces, and put a period. in the DOT section :3] - Lokymew DOT Deviant art DOT com / art /My-Human-HTF-designs- 213075910
(I don't own these pictures, all art belongs to the respectfull owners!)
Rating: T for swears, sexual jokes, yattayatta
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters, nor songs. All content used to create this belongs to their respectful owners. The song used in this chapter is "The Bird and The Worm" - Owl City
Derp.
The summer evening was warm, the setting sun casting orange upon the sleepy coast town of Happy Tree. Despite the town's proximity to the ocean, the summer nights were warm, and the ocean breeze would calm as if to relinquish it's violence for picture perfect evenings.
Happy Tree Town had four main parts to it's structure. The board walk and the shops, as well as the cinema, were on the beach, or within the streets near the sandy shores.
Also near the coast were the vacation homes, as expected. But when traveling further into the town, you'd find yourself among the middle-class homes, where the majority of the population lived. Traveling even deeper, you'd find yourself among acres of farm land and less fortunate homes.
The boardwalk was busy, late venders offering small cones of ice cream and pointless trinkets to gullible tourists and bored Happy Tree Teens. Among the bustling venders, a teenage boy stood, checking his watch every so often. The boy was tall, with wild dark hair, and wire frame glasses. He wore a tan vest over a blue dress shirt and navy blue tie. Although he dressed mature, the boy could be no older than 21 by his youngly toned face. He sighed, checking his watch once more, and mutter beneath his breath.
"She's almost late..." He contemplated sitting on a bench, but resisted, as he had told her that this was where to meet him. His fingers tapped his thigh restlessly.
"Sniffles!" A light voice called out, above the sound of couples whispering and friends laughing. The boy turned immediately, a wide grin planting itself upon his features.
"Flaky!" He said as a short girl crashed into him. He stumbled back a few steps but righted himself and wrapped his arms around her. Sniffles looked down and smiled.
"You were almost late." He mock scolded. Flaky pulled from his arms, and looked down, playing with the frayed edges of her sweater. Her sweater was long, nearly covering her hands, and was a washed-out red. It was clearly a hand-me-down, though Flaky didn't mind. Beneath the sweater, she had red shorts, stockings and black boots that nearly reached her knees.
Her hair was brilliant red, as if dyed that color (though it was not,) and cut messily, with a long under-layer that reached mid back. Her wide eyes were a soft red as she met Sniffle's blue ones once again, a stuttering apology escaping her lips.
"W-well, my car broke down-" She began, but Sniffles only pulled her under his arm, and steered her towards the small cinema building.
"I was only kidding, Flaky." He gave her shoulder a squeeze. Sniffles was a few heads taller than Flaky, so her shoulders fell comfortably beneath his arm. Sniffles glanced at his watch, and sighed, "It's only 7:00. The movie starts at 8:20. What do you want to do in the meantime?"
Flaky thought quickly, though there was really nothing on the boardwalk she wanted to take part in. "Let's take a walk. Around the vacation homes?" She looked up at him, waiting or an answer. Of course he nodded, but she was always cautious when it came to joint decisions with her boyfriend.
Sniffles and Flaky were a pronounced couple, they were touchy, though not so much that it was boring and-or annoying. They respected each other, and laughed at each other's awkwardness, they were similar. That was perhaps the reason for the attraction in the first place. They were both seniors, along with all of their friends, had similar intellect levels, and had an aura of awkward, but Flaky often questioned whether they were truly happy with each other, or just longing for someone to pretend with.
They steered themselves away from the theatre, and instead found themselves buried deep in the brilliant vacation homes. Sniffles and Flaky chatted idly, all the while Flaky's arms were wrapped about Sniffles' waist, and she breathed in his scent, her eyes contently closed.
"Flaky? Do you hear that? It sounds like... A guitar?" Sniffles stopped, and looked down at her, then raised his eyes to look at the street it came from. It was a quiet avenue, with modest homes, all painted warm colors.
Her red eyes opened, and she too realized that she heard it. The girl nodded and pulled Sniffles towards the sound, although she regretted it as she drew closer, her anxiety creeping in. What if it was some... Guitar playing murderer? She mentally scolded herself for think such a weird thought. Sniffles grabbed for her small hand as they stepped towards the sound. They could now see the house it was coming from, it's siding was painted a warm blue-gray and the roof was simple and black, though only a portion of it was viewable as a large willow tree stood before it.
Sniffles spotted the player of the guitar immediately, and drew Flaky behind the willow tree, in an attempt to hide them while still viewing the player. He sat upon the roof, strumming idly. The playing stopped as if the boy knew they were there, but picked up again after a silent moment, and the two let out a collective breath they had not realized they'd been holding.
Flaky looked at Sniffles with a questioning glance, why did he want them to hide from a guy on a roof? What harm could come from that? She turned back to the roof as words began to spill from his throat.
"If you're the bird
Whenever we pretend it's summer
Then I'm the worm
I know the part, it's such a bummer
But fair is fair
If my segments get separated
I'll scream
And you'll be there"
"He's a wonderful singer," Flaky murmured. She peaked through the leaves to get a glimpse at the singing boy. He wore black pants with a dark green t-shirt. His feet were bare, and they tapped the black root along with a beat. He flicked his head in an attempt to remove his green hair from his eyes, although he was looking at nothing in particular.
"Close your eyes
Close my eyes
Slide the cotton off of your shoulder
And feel the shine
Feel the shine
I'm hooked so toss me over
And cast a line
Well I'll try
I'll throw a party and greet my undersea friends
It depends
As they arrive
If they arrive"
Sniffles stiffened, "Flaky, do you remember him?" He murmured, in an attempt to keep his voice low.
"N-no. Should I?" She replied, looking up with worried eyes.
"You and I left our troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With friends like these, well,
Who needs enemies? "
"That's Flippy. We went to elementary school with him." Sniffles squeezed her hand and looked back up at Flippy.
It a moment for Flaky to recall Flippy, "Didn't he move to his Uncle's? Even though it wasn't far, he was in the other district right?" Her eyebrows scrunched together as she remembered him. They used to play on the play structure in elementary school. Then one day something happened to her, a panic attack, and Flippy took her to the nurses office, and he held her hand the whole time. She remembered this in particular because she had asked him to hold her hand. They were good friends after that, and when he moved she had cried and given him a dandelion she pulled from her yard.
"If I'm your boy
Let's take a shortcut we remember
And we'll enjoy
Picking apples in late September like
We've done for years
Then we'll take a long walk
Through the cornfield
And I'll kiss you
Between the ears"
Sniffles pushed his glasses higher on his nose, "That was what originally happened, yes. But in middle school, right after he formed that band with Cuddles and Splendid and Mime?" Flaky nodded as she understood. "Well, then, he got really delusional. He was sent to mental institution, because he would turn into this.. Sadistic persona of himself. He hurt a lot of people and was suspected for an unsolved murder... I also heard he would talk to his persona in his mirrors or something... I guess he finally got out."
"If you're my girl
Swirl me around your room with feeling
And as we twirl
The glow in the dark stars on your ceiling
Will shine for us
As love sweeps over the room
'Cause we tend to make
Each other blush,
You make me blush!"
"Th-that's horrible..." Flaky choked out. She had been friends with him... And- that's terrible, she thought. She scooted closer to Sniffles and watched as Flippy finished his song.
"You and I left our troubles far behind
But I still have just one more question on my mind
For all my pals who live in the oceans and the seas
With fronds like these, well,
Who needs anemones?
You're the bird, I'm the worm
And it's plain to see
That we were meant to be
We were meant to be
We were meant to be..."
Flippy's eyes raised, and a smile tugged on his lips as he locked eyes with Flaky and
sang his last line,
"We were meant to be"
Flaky tugged on Sniffles' hand, "Let's... Go and wait for the movie to start." She shivered, despite the warm evening. He thoughts whirled about Flippy. Had that all really happened? Was he still the kind friend he knew? Would he remember her?
Author's Second Note: So.. I realize this might move quickly, but I really don't want that to be the case. If you have suggestions, please let me know. I realize I have an odd writing style, but I'm always changing :3
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