Chapter I

Hello peoples. This is your Goldenponyboy here with another MLP fic. This idea has been flying around my head for a while. So, in honor to show that I'm still alive, I wanted to start it. Therefore, I bring you When My Heart Flutters.

I only own my OC(s).

"Paul! Get up! You're going to be late."

Paul groaned as he began to sit up in his bed. He hated being woken up from any dreams. But none more than when he was dreaming about his favorite person...well, pony...of all time: Fluttershy.

He got up, threw on his gray t-shirt, blue jogging jacket, black shorts, and black athletic pants before going to the bathroom to freshen up a little. Looking in the mirror, he saw the same thing he saw everyday: Brown eyes, brownish-blonde hair (he is a natural brown. The blonde was because of a bleaching accident), and glasses. He didn't hate his looks, but it's very rare that a chick digs a, quote-unquote, "nerd."

"Paul, get your lazy ass down here, now!"

"Love you too, dad." His dad and him had never seen eye to eye. Even less since he became a fan of the show.

My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic. When he first heard about it, he thought, Okay, my sisters are going to have a new favorite show. But, when he actually sat down and watched it with his youngest sister, he instantly fell in love with it. He denied it at first, but his friends eventually weaseled it out of him.

He passed his father on his way down to eat breakfast. He was walking out the door, leaving for work, but not before giving Paul a look that said "behave today, or else." "I'll be there to pick you up from track today."

"What's wrong with Grandpa?"

"I told him not to worry about it."

So, Paul thought, I have no way to get home tonight. I guess I'll have to crash at Luke's again. Like I said before, Paul and his father didn't see eye to eye. He was just about left behind when his family went on vacation to the city. But his mother came to the rescue, forcing his father to turn around and pick him up.

Anywho, Paul found himself that morning out the door and waiting at the end of his country driveway, waiting for the school bus to pick him, his brother, and his older-younger sister up. He would have drove if his father would have let him get a driver's license, but whatever. The bus was cheaper anyway.

"So, Paul, are you nervous?" His brother asked him.

"Nervous? Nah."

"But isn't your test today and another Friday? Not to mention your track meet."

"Yeah, but I think I will manage." The conversation would have lasted longer, but the bus rolled up right then. Paul got on the bus and then began to engage in his "favorite" pass time: Window-watching. One of the few things that gave him a sense of peace was this.

However, today was something special. Though he didn't know it yet.

All he wanted to do was get through the day, take a shower, watch MLP, then go to bed. What happened, however, was completely different.

It all started as the bus was driving down to one of the other bus stops before heading into town. Paul just sat there in a trance-like state when he saw something in the grass. It looked like a girl about his age, lying there unconscious.

Now, one of the very defining qualities about Paul was that he felt sorry for just about anyone in trouble. He had been called a stalker several times because of this, but he didn't care. He only cared about others.

Anyway, he got up and walked to the front of the bus. "Excuse me," he said to the bus driver.

"What is it now, Paul? See a homeless person?"

"Ha, ha. Please, just stop the bus for a second."

"I've got a schedule to keep kid."

"Yeah, but death waits for no man."

"I'm not stopping this bus."

Paul looked him straight in the eye. This made him slow down the bus to a stop and turn to him. "There's nothing that is going to-"

Paul reached for the lever to open the door. "Too late!" he cheered before throwing the door open and hopping out.

"Paul! Get back on this bus." He didn't listen. "Get back on this bus or your father will hear about this!"

"Is that a threat?" Paul just kept running back to where he saw the girl.

When he reached her, the first thing he did was blush. A lot. This was due to the girl having nothing on except for a necklace that hung around her neck.

Shaking out of this second trance, Paul yanked off his jacket and athletic pants and but them on her, careful not to wake her up. Once that was done, he could get a better look at her. She looked normal in every aspect. Well, except for one. Her hair was bright pink. And, contrary to what one would think, he could tell that it wasn't dyed.

Slowly and carefully picking her up bridal-style, he began to walk back to his house. It wasn't too far from where he was, but it was about twice as far with the dead-weight of this mystery girl in his arms. "No time like the present," he said, and began the tread home.

Well, almost. He didn't get as far as the closest intersection before the bus drove up next to him. The door opened and the driver shouted, "I'm giving you one more chance."

"And I'm telling you, get lost!" That's when he put his track skills into action. He wasn't by any means the fastest member of the track team, but he could hold his own when he needed to. And a bus chasing you is some good motivation, if you catch my drift.

Soon, the bus left him alone and he continued to tread back home. It was then that he looked down at the girl in his arms. "Who are you?" he asked. Of course, she didn't answer, but it would have been helpful.

He pondered this the whole way back to his house. Running up to the door, he banged on it loudly. Soon, his mother came and answered it. "Paul? Why aren't you at school?"

"I thought she was a little more important." He nodded to the girl in his arms.

"Who is she?"

"I don't know."

"Well, bring her in." Paul obliged and lied the girl down on one of the couches. "Why is she wearing your clothes?"

Again, Paul's cheeks flared red. "Because she has nothing under them."

His mother turned around. "You looked at a naked girl?"

"I didn't know she was when I was on the bus."

"Wait, the bus driver didn't let you off?"

"What's more important? School or someone who might need help?"

"Still, you should have let the bus driver take care of this."

"I got off the bus, helped her, began carrying her here, and the bus driver didn't give a damn."

"Watch your language." His mother shook her head. "You realize that you'll have to make up the test, right?"

"Can we worry about this, know?"

She walked out into the kitchen to get a warm washcloth to put on her head while Paul stayed by her side, holding her hand and stroking her hair. "Whoever you are, you're safe in my care." It was then that he got a better look at her necklace: a ruby pendent, cut in the shape of a butterfly. Carefully, reaching for it, he took it in his hand and turned it over. What was on the back shocked him and, without thinking, he pulled it off her neck and stuffed it in his pocket.

The pendant had one word inscribed in it. But to him, it was the most important word ever

Fluttershy.

Chapter Complete. Well, there's one way to start a fic. Like I said, I just wanted to but something up because I've had a lot to do lately. So, R&R AND ADIOS!