So I wrote this story with my friend and I decided to type it up here (with a few alterations :3 but nothing too big)! After so many months I know ~_~ I finally have a new story. Shut it!

"Petunia!" the blue haired female's name echoed through the house. "Hurry up and get your butt over here! We're going to be late!" The one responsible for all the ruckus was none other than . . . Giggles.

Giggles' giant red bow bounced as she screamed for her friend again. "You've been doing your make up for who knows how long! Last time we went on a double date, Handy and Cuddles were waiting an extra hour for us!" She held her hands up to her mouth to magnify her voice. "Do you hear me!?"

An olive toned hand came out of the bathroom and waved her off. Petunia peeked out with a curling hour pointed at the pink loving girl. "Hey! Do not tell me to hurry up. We were late last time because someone decided half way through straightening her hair that she wanted to wear fuchsia instead of strawberry. You had to redo all your make up and spend half an hour searching for a new outfit! I'll take as much time as I want." Sending her a half serious glare, she retracted back into the bathroom.

"Fine! Have it your way. But when the boys call and ask why we're late, I'm going to say that you found your hair more important than them!" Giggles crossed her arms and sat down on a couch in Petunia's living room. Of course she loved Petunia, but sometimes her perfectionist side got too much in the way. Looking over to the side, she saw Flaky walk out of the kitchen with a bowl of popcorn.

Flaky glanced at the bathroom before asking, "Why all the screaming?"

"Because," Giggles made sure to raise her voice for petunia to hear, "someone's taking forever!"

Petunia's voice sounded through the door, "Am not! Just sit still for another ten minutes!"

Flaky smiled at the friendly quarrel before settling herself on a recliner. "S-so where are you four going to eat tonight?"

"This Italian place that Cuddles made reservations at." She started swooning a little. "He said that it's fancy shmancy and everything!"

"That's nice. I hope you guys have fun . . ." Flaky shifted through the popcorn preoccupied as Giggles let her words sink in. She looked up and was surprised to see that Giggles was sporting a frown, unusual to the normally bubbly teen. "What?"

"And what are you going to do while we're gone?" she took on a more concerned tone. "Listen Flaky . . . I don't think this is healthy. A girl your age should be seeing boys too, you know. But whenever Petunia and I go out with our boyfriends, you're always here alone. Don't you ever get lonely?"

Flaky twiddled her thumbs and tried smiling. "I'm used to it, Giggles. I've always been a-alone while people have fun on their own. There's nothing to worry about! I like being here by myself; it's peaceful." She blushed lightly. "Besides, what would I need a boyfriend for? It's not like I'm some old cat lady."

Giggle's face darkened as she suddenly imagined the future where all of their friends were happily married, little kids running around laughing. Her daughter would pull on her sleeve and point to Flaky. 'Mommy,' she'd ask, 'why is that lady talking to a cat? She keeps calling it her husband . . . Can you marry kitties?'

"No," the pink girl whispered. "Cats are just for pets! Not for grooms!"

"U-um," Flaky gingerly reached for her friend. "Are you okay Giggles? You sorta spaced out and said things about c-cats. Do you have a fever?"

Snapping back to reality, Giggles gave the red head a terrified look. "Flaky, I promise you that I won't let you become a crazy spinster! I'll find you a hunk of a man! Don't you worry!"

". . . ? W-what?"

Before she could question anything else, the peppy girl had already bolted out of her seat and down the hallway to the bathroom. She started knocking and slamming on the door like a psychopath was chasing her. "Peeeetunia! Open up!"

"I told you," said Petunia, "give me teen more minutes!" Opening the door, she gave Giggles an annoyed look. "Yes?"

Giggles rushed into the bathroom and shut the door so Flaky wouldn't hear a thing that she was about to say. "D-did you know that Flaky's going to marry a nasty cat!?"

"What?" Petunia raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that? Did Flaky tell you herself that she found a cat mate?"

"No," her voice became a hush, "I had a glimpse into the future."

"The future . . . Uh huh . . . That sounds about right. I believe you." It was clearly written across her face that she not only didn't believe her, but she thought she had gone completely off her nut.

Giggles pulled on her arm whining. "Petunia I did! Believe me! And in the future, everyone is happy!-"

Applying mascara onto her eyelashes, Petunia nodded. "Sounds great. And the downside of a happy future is?"

Giggles covered her cheecks with her hands as her pupils shrunk in horror. "Everyone was happy—but Flaky! She was talking to cats and my daughter told me that she said it was her husband! And that's why we need to do something! Do you want our sweet, lovable Flaky to turn into a cooky old bat?! We have to do something! If not . . . her poor heart will break into tiny pieces and float away in the wind. She'll never know what love is! Never to feel a warm hug from a boy! And before you know it, she'll lock herself away in her house and board up her windows. She'll never be seen except when she's trying to chase her cats in her front yard!" With a pitiful squeak, she sat on the toilet seat, her violet eyes trying to guilt Petunia into feeling sympathy.

Petunia sighed and stared at the mirror. "I'm her friend too and I don't want to see her when she comes to that. Let's do it then. For Flaky!"

Giggles stood up and with a new enthusiasm said, "For Flaky!"

"Flaky!"
"Flaky!"

They both looked at each other and screamed, "FLAKYYYY!"

In the living room, Flaky looked uncertainly at the locked bathroom door. "Are . . . they yelling my . . . name?" she was trying her hardest not to find that weird, but she couldn't help it. "Eheheh . . . ?" She jumped when the door abruptly slammed open.

Fog spilled out of the bathroom as the two girls, dressed in darkness, eyed Flaky, smiles stretched across their faces. (A/N: I've been watching too much anime :3) They spoke in as one, "Flaky, it's time."

Flaky sat frozen for five seconds max before she screamed and crawled over the back of the couch. "D-don't eat me! I don't taste good! I bet I taste b-bland!" She fell to the ground and covered his head with her arms. When she looked up, she caught herself staring in to the pure whiteness of their eyes. "A-ah!"

One reached up and pulled off what looked to be a mask, revealing Giggles. "Flaky, pul yourself together! It's just us."

Flaky stopped shaking so much. "W-why are you dressed like that? A-and where did all the fog come from?"

Petunia took off her mask and smiled. "Because, we're on a mission! It's necessary to dress like this I think. Oh, and that was just steam. I kind of burned my hair . . ." Holding up a clump of burnt hair, she sighed. "As we were saying before, we've come to help you!"

"H-help me?" Flaky piped up. "With what?"

Giggles dramatically rested the side of her head in the pal of her hand. "With your boy problem. Consider us your personal match making fairies~"

"That's right, Flaky!" Pointing to both herself and Giggles, she clenched her fist. "We won't stop until we know that you're one hundred percent happy! We're going to track down the most eligible bachelors in Happy Tree Town! Together, we'll turn over every rock, look in every hole, and check every crevice until we find The One!"

"It sounds like we're trying to pair her up with some secluded old fart," Giggles winked before saying, "Your love life is in good hands with us! Don't worry about a thing! We'll be searching for candidates all night if that's what it takes!"

By now, Flaky had shrunk down and even tried crawling under the couch. Anything to avoid this! "I-I thought you had dates!"

"Huh," Petunia shut her eyes smugly and snapped her fingers, "Giggles, call Handy and Cuddles and give them a raincheck." Her blue eyes opened fiercely, "We are open for business now! Nothing will detour us now!" And, true to their words, as soon as the boys were informed about the rescheduling, they were off researching and calling up people to find out what hotties were available.

During this entire endeavor, Flaky sat on the couch fidgeting. "I'm not sure if I can handle t-this . . . !"

You guys know what to do. Come on in and review for my first HTF fanfic! *pulls trigger to confetti gun* yes!