Fluttershy POV
I thought that maybe he would be gone by the time I came back downstairs. However like usual I was wrong. As I walked down the stairwell I noticed that there was a lot of luggage all over the place. And there in the middle of my living room was the white haired boy, unpacking his things every which way. There was clothing on lamps and books scattered across the floor.
"excuse me?..." I whispered
He didn't hear me.
"Excuse me?..." I said a bit louder.
He ignored me again.
"Excuse me!" I didn't realize that I screamed. But he did.
"what are you doing?" I asked while picking up some of shirts off the bottom step.
He just smiled at me, then returned to messing up the house.
"I'm sorry, But this is my place… And I would like you to leave… if you wouldn't mind…"
He gave me a look of puzzlement. He stood up with a piece of paper in his hand. He then waved said paper in my face. I couldn't believe what the paper said.
This is the deed to…. Rightful owner Angel B. Unny.
"Are you Angel B. Unny?" I asked shyly.
He shook his head and pulled out his birth certificate which read the same name.
"So I'm renting from you?" he responded with a smile.
This could not be happening! Somehow we agreed on a boundary line. He agreed that I would have the upstairs Bedroom and Bathroom and he would have the downstairs bedroom and bathroom. Both the living room and kitchen were mutual. It proves to be difficult communicating when only one person is talking.
Later that evening…
I made my way downstairs from finishing unpacking, to see that Angel had also brought his belongs to his room. I walked into the kitchen, it was like the house small, but it was functional. I decided that I would make dinner. I maneuvered through the cupboards and draws, but alas the only food in the kitchen was lettuce, carrots, and rock candy. I took it, Angel was a vegetarian or maybe vegan? Anyways my choices for food were limited by salad with carrots or plain old lettuce. I decided to chop up both and make salad.(that was all I could do) I evenly divided the salad into two bowls. I placed one bowl in the refrigerator and I took the other to couch. I sat down and enjoyed watch the flames. Then Just as I was about to take the bite of my dinner, a hand grabbed my bowl. I looked up to see Angel eating my food.
"That was mine.." I said sheepishly.
He shrugged his shoulders as he continued to eat it. As if saying, "It was my food you made it with.'
I laid down on the couch. It was soft and warm, it was quite pleasant, Until angle lifted up my legs and sat underneath them. I quickly sat upright again. He looked at me then returned to eating my dinner. I sighed and went back into the kitchen. I grabbed the other bowl of salad and went upstairs to my room.