Author note: This story is based on the human/ anime form of the characters of HTF. The main shipping is Flippy- Flaky, but there will be also Handy- Petunia, Cuddles- Giggles and Truffles- Lammy. Is rated M because later in the story will appear violence, bad language and sexual content.

I don't own Happy Tree Friends.

If you have any questions about the story feel free to review. I'll answer the questions at the beginning of the next chapter. If there are any mistakes related to spelling and/ or expressing please let me know.

I'll try to update monthly. If there will be a problem I will let you know.

I hope you'll like it.

Yours, Ellie.

*EDIT(11 July 2013): It is no longer rated M because I don't think I have the guts to wright something really mature, but who knows?

Why don't ya luv me?

Chapter I: It's a pretty normal life…

It was again morning.

She lazily opened her eyes, blinking because of the warm light.

Another wonderful day.

She got up making her way to the bathroom. She had a headshake as after every violent death she faced before. Nothing unusual, as it became a routine to die in the middle of the day. You may say that the tiny town was cursed to live the same trauma again and again, and this was the horrible truth.

Flaky stared at the mirror for a few minutes. Even after thousands of times, getting back to life the next day was something incredible. Not even a scratch to remember the incident. Nothing.

She sighed. A new morning meant a new unfortunate event. However, a kind smile was always on her face, making you believe she didn't know what was going to happen next.
After she made her toilet, Flaky headed towards the kitchen for cooking her breakfast.

...

"What do you think?"

"Yeah, yeah, it suits you perfectly... Now buy it and let's go!"

"Why such a hurry? It's just the fifth dress, there are more to try!"

"Hmph!"

"You know that face is not working on me, Handy."

"Petunia, we're shopping since seven in the morning! It's one and a half now! I'm starving!"

The blue haired girl rolled her eyes. He was doing it again. Truth to be told, she was kind of hungry too, but she had to finish what she had started.

"I'll take this one." Petunia answered irritated. She was surrounded by such a variety of fantastic dresses and she had to stop searching for the perfect one. It was one and a half - five hours and a half until the party.

She headed to the exit but was abruptly stopped by Handy who planted himself in her way.

"Aren't you forgetting something?" he asked looking down at her.

Petunia closed her eyes trying to remember what it was. "Nope, I don't think so." She replied blinking lazily.

"How about the present we came here for?"

"Oh…" she really forgot the most important thing. "Dear, hold this for me a little bit…" she said putting the dress's hanger in Handy's mouth and turning around to face the stores. "We have to find the perfect dress for Lammy!"

…

"A little higher!"

He did as he was told to. He smirked a bit at the view of her lilac underwear.

"What are you looking at?" She asked glancing her head down at him.

"N-Nothing…" he stuttered averting his eyes to the window, blood flushing through his cheeks.

"Put me down, Truffles, I'm done hanging the decorations." Lammy said smiling innocently. "Is there something wrong? You are as red as a tomato!"

He put her down lightly, sighing loudly. "Why do you have to wear a skirt while decorating your house?"

"I honestly don't fell like wearing pants. A skirt suits me better." She looked in his blue eyes. "And if you don't like it, why were you stalking me this morning?"

He looked away again. This kind of subjects made him feel uncomfortable. She grabbed his chin slightly and turned his head to face her. "Do you like me?" she whispered locking eyes with his.

He fell on the floor. He wasn't expecting this. He took a deep breath and pressed his back to the wall. Lammy knelt near him and rested her head on his shoulder. Truffles' heart beat as hard as it could break his chest. He couldn't even breathe. Why was she doing this? Did she know about his sentiments? Did she want to break his heart by rejecting his affection?

"I… I do…" he whispered almost inaudible.

She lifted her head, happiness filling her eyes. "I knew it!" she practically shouted, embracing him. "I do, too!"

Truffles' eyes widened. Did she… say she shared his feelings? He returned the hug, keeping Lammy tightly. She was his dream, and he couldn't let her go. He then slowly took her bangs away from her eyes and looked at her. She was beautiful. He leaned foreword and kissed her shyly on her forehead, then on her nose and then on her lips. "Happy birthday, my dear Lammy!" he whispered in her year.

….

In the next room, Mr. Pickles watched the scene full of disgust. "You lucky little bastard…" he took his knife and pointed it into the light, making it glow "…because is her birthday, I won't kill you… but next time…" he grinned at the thought "… I'll make you wish you've never confessed!" he murmured returning in the shadows.

….

She ran. She was late as always. Her spiky red hair was carefully caught into a ponytail but it got messy because of her speed and the autumn wind. At least it wasn't raining.

It was weird. A whole day without an injury or a death. Maybe it was because of Lammy's birthday. Maybe. But it was just too perfect. Well, her car broke down and so on, but she was all right. Flaky saw her friend's house in the distance. Just a hill and she was there. She checked the present. It was intact. So it was one of those days when no one dies. Yeah, a lucky day.

It was an amazing sunset that evening. She went tiredly to a bench and sat down. That run exhausted her. She looked at the sky - so many shades of red, yellow and orange. The warm wind helped her relax. She didn't want to be paranoid at last once. It seemed that this was the perfect time. She was already late, it didn't matter a minute or two more. But then the clouds filled and the wind turned into a storm as she heard someone calling her name.

"Flaky!"

She froze. Her breath faster and she felt her palms cold. Her view was blurry and she bit her lips so hard that she could taste the blood.

"Flaky!"

She didn't turn to see who it was. She knew him too well. Her nightmare was coming her way and she couldn't do anything about it. She closed her eyes and tightened the grip on the present. She was going to die today, but at least she wanted the present to be safe. She worked very hard for it. She almost fainted when the gloved hand touched her shoulder.

"Are you OK?" he asked taking a sit next to her.

She opened her eyes slowly only to see his worried face only inches from hers, his hand still on her shoulder. Her eyes widened and filled with fear as he continued to stare at her, trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Are you going to Lammy's party?" Flippy asked seeing that Flaky was still not saying anything.

She responded by shaking her head in agreement, too palsied to even talk.

"What's wrong? You're very pale… are you sick?" he continued, taking one of her hands to check her pulse and then put his bare fingers on her forehead to check her temperature.

For Flaky this looked like forever. She stared at him with a frightened expression all the time. He could flip-out every moment.

"Can you walk?"

She didn't respond. She was lost on her day-dreams where she imagined herself being killed in different ways. Flippy didn't wait long and took her in his arms, her head resting on his chest, she still in her nightmares. He started walking down the street, carefully carrying her.

She suddenly realized that she was being carried. What happened? Was she hurt so hard that she couldn't even walk? Tears were forming in her eyes. Was she going to die again? She disliked that moment the most. She looked at the person who was carrying her. It was her nightmare soldier. She quickly checked her senses. She seemed to be… fine. But if she wasn't hurt why was he carrying her? What have happened? Now she was worried. What did she say that make him hold her so affectionately? What is she somehow confessed to him? Yeah, she was kind of attached to him before the flip-out thing became so frequently, but now it wasn't the same. She was really scared a hell lot by him. But if now he thought that she was his… girlfriend… he will surely flip-out if she said otherwise. She buried her face in his chest. Maybe she could somehow keep him sane if she did what he wanted to.

"Hey, what's wrong?" he questioned her after seeing she started moving.

"N-Nothin', really! I'm f-fine…" she murmured her face still buried in his chest. "Could you… p-put me down… please?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah…"

He slowly lowered her legs on the ground and helped her finding her balance. She had no problem at all, but she was too scared that he would think that she just played with his feelings or something like that (Flaky wasn't even sure about what she has done in the past five or ten minutes) so she pretended to be a bit more dizzy than she really was. Flippy wanted to let her go but Flaky keep hold of one of his hands, just in case. He gave her a questionable look and she smiled nervously at him. They continued the walk holding hands, Flippy blushing slightly and Flaky shaking violently.

They finally reached their destination. There were thousands of lights inside and the club music could be heard from a mile. They seemed to be having fun.

"Flaky…"

"Yes…?"

"You can… you know… let go of my hand now."

She quickly retracted her hand, blushing hard "He, he…"

He opened the door for her. Flaky smiled kindly and entered heading towards Lammy who was enjoying a glass of punch.

"Flaky, you finally showed up!" Lammy screamed so Flaky could hear her, even if they were face to face.

"Happy birthday!" she shouted back giving her the present.

"Thank you very much, Flaky!" she screamed again. It was the present she was waiting for. The red haired girl knew everyone pretty well and she was giving exactly what anybody wanted. Lammy saw Flippy right besides Flaky. "Did you come together?"

"A part of the way, yes." Flippy shouted. "Happy birthday, Lammy!"

He gave her the present. She thanked and put it near the rest of the presents. Lammy suddenly realized something. "Are you two a couple?"

"Well…"

"YES!" Flaky shouted interrupting Flippy.

He froze and looked at the girl with wide eyes.

"Really?" Lammy asked, not bothering to look at Flippy's face. "How did that happen?"

"Well, it's a long story…" Flaky started.

"Which, unfortunately, has to become shorter! Would you excuse us for a moment, Lammy?" Flippy said grabbing Flaky's hand.

"Yes, of course…"

He pulled Flaky outside the house. Once there he rested his hands on her shoulders, green bangs covering his eyes. He was breathing heavily.

"Is t-there something wrong…?" Flaky started.