Fluttershy sat comfortably positioned on her chair, her soft green robe wrapped around her. She yawned silently, thinking about what a beautiful morning it was. She glanced out the window, the birds outside chirping their merry "good mornings". The smell of tea was strong in the air as she gently sipped her cup.
Angel hopped suddenly onto her lap, crossing his small arms and meeting her sheepish grin with a scowl. She shrunk back,
"O-oh. H-h-hello, Angel." She smiled gently.
Rolling his eyes, Angel picked up the large pocket watch that lay on the small table beside them, gesturing to it firmly. Fluttershy blushed,
"I-I know..." She fixed her eyes on the ground, not meeting his eyes. "Umm. I just decided I don't...umm...want to go." She finished lamely. Angel pricked up his ears, his small eyes narrowing knowingly, he gestured once more to the watch. "Oh...umm...okay." She sat up, removing herself from her cozy chair. She began climbing up the stairs, flinching at every groan of the old boards.
She took off her robe, hanging it on the wooden peg on her bedroom door. She combed her hair sweetly, humming as she did so. Angel took a quick look at her and grabbed the comb, fixing her hair into an elaborate bun. He gave a quick nod of approval and hopped out.
She sighed to herself, half out of anxiety and partially because of excitement. Despite the argument she had put up with Angel, she really did want to go. The Apple family had sweetly extended an invitation to their personal celebration of Big Mac's birthday. She had, in her happiness, accepted. She already had the perfect present made. She looked sadly at the floor. Why was she always so shy around him? Suddenly she broke her gaze at the floor and looked determinedly out of the window.
Before she could shake some sense into her muddled brain, she burst out the door and ran as fast as she could for Sweet Apple Acres. "Take care, Angel!" She shouted quietly.