When Opposites Attract

Splendid. the flying squirrel

 

Here's the new update! And there's a mention of a drug in here (don't worry, it's just Anxiety medicine, Xanax. Nothing illegal, and no illegal use of said medicine)
Enjoy. 
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When school let out, I watched as the students happily rushed through the halls, talking with their friends about anything other than classes. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, walking outside into the cool fall air. It was starting to get a little chilly outside, but not enough for me to wear a coat.

"Hey, Flaky!"

I turned to see Petunia, holding a blue messenger bag that was perfectly in shape. It seemed all of her things were in pristine condition as well. I lightly waved in greeting, and she walked over.

"Well, I have to finish up a report, and I wanted to know if you could tag along to the library."

"Sure!" I said excitedly. Petunia looked taken aback, and I immediately turned red, looking at the ground. "I-I mean, I love books, and peace and q-quiet, a-a-and I didn't get a lot of i-it on my first d-day, and"-

"Flaky, calm down!" she laughed. "I understand. Let's go!"

Before I could respond with a frenzied string of mumbling and stuttering, Petunia took my hand and rushed me over to her car. It was also in perfect condition and it smelled of pine... also antiseptic. The extremely clean, glossy blue paint shone in the sunlight, practically blinding me.

I slid into the car, and Petunia did a double check of everything before she even started it. Then she placed her hands on marked sections of the wheel, and kept them there the whole drive. It was peaceful, though. Petunia was the epitome of safe driving. Giggles... not so much.

Soon she pulled in front of a fairly large building, which was identical to the ones on campus. The sign that read "Happy Tree Public Library" was the only thing that made it possible to tell the difference. I happily walked inside with Petunia, and she told me to look around as she went to the computer lab upstairs. I watched her ascend the huge staircase, until she- and the scent of pine- disappeared.

Walking down the aisles of books, I inhaled, taking in the scent of paper. It was calming to me, and calm was definitely what I needed. I glanced around, before closing my eyes, and blindly picking a book off the shelf. I used to do this when I was a child, and read plenty of good, new books that way.

I struggled with the one I chose, though, and tugged on the binding, trying to get it loose from the shelf. I finally succeeded; but suddenly felt a massacre of books falling on top of me. Trying to hold back my scream, I squealed instead, and failed to avoid the books. They sent me to the floor, and I tried to hold back tears of embarrassment.

"...Flaky? Are you okay?"

I looked up to see blue eyes filled with worry. I also noticed a sign next to them, which said that the aisle was the encyclopedia section. I immediately stood up, feeling the stares of the patrons and librarians all around. My pulse immediately quickened, and I ran past Splendid, rushing out of the library.

I didn't care if I had a car or not; I was getting home. I urged my legs to run faster, and ignored the calls of Splendid and Petunia, who came downstairs to see what all the commotion was about.

The wind whipped at my face, and I attempted to keep my hair away from my eyes as I sprinted down my street. I eventually gave up, and dashed up to my front door, quickly shutting it behind me.

It was then when I sank to the floor, allowing myself to cry. It was so embarrassing! The most nerve-wracking thing was to try to face everyone in the library. They probably all thought I was a clumsy idiot.

I... I am a clumsy idiot! I thought bitterly, beginning to sob into my couch. I heard a knock at my door, and refused to answer it.

"G-G-Go away, S-Splendid." I said shakily.

The knock sounded again, and somebody cleared their throat.

"Ah... it's not Splendid. It's Flippy."

I looked up at the door, sitting for a few minutes, wondering what I should do. I stood up quietly, but didn't take a step towards the door.

"Flaky... I heard you rush in here and start crying your eyes out. I wanted to see if you were okay." he explained, worry creeping into his voice. There was a pause, and I heard him shift his weight outside. "Are you okay?"

I sighed, and opened the door. Flippy looked surprised at my appearance. I was most likely disheveled; my face water-stained, my eyes red and puffy, and my hair a tangled heap because I ran home so quickly. "D-Do I l-l-look o-okay?" I mumbled. My voice cracked, and more tears escaped, before I started to hyperventilate.

Flippy's eyes widened, and he quickly walked inside. "Do you have a paper bag in here?"

I frantically gestured to the kitchen, gasping for breath. Flippy was in there for only a moment, and he returned with a paper bag, a plastic white bottle and a glass of water. He handed me the bag, and I desperately breathed into it, my respiration slowing back to normal.

"...T-Thank y-you..." I sighed, running a hand through my hair. I glanced at his hand, and noticed he was holding my bottle of Xanax. My doctor had prescribed it to me after I was diagnosed with an Anxiety Disorder.

"Did you take this today?" he asked, his voice low.

I realized I hadn't. In my rush to get to school today I completely forgot to. Looking sheepishly up at Flippy, I shook my head, and gratefully took the bottle and glass.

"N-no..." I popped the cap open, and quickly swallowed the pill, following it down with some water.

There was a silence between us, but curiously, Flippy seemed to be the uncomfortable one in the situation.

"Hey... I know what you're going through." he said quietly, glancing away. "Just be careful, alright?"

"A-alright..."

What did he mean? And what exactly was he going through? My thoughts formed on my tongue, but I never got up the courage to ask him about it. Instead I walked him to the door. Flippy threw me a smile, before walking off to his house. My face turned red in the realization that Flippy was in my house. Also at the fact that he lived right next to me.

I closed the door, and groaned, walking upstairs to my room. I got my stress ball, and flopped onto my bed, tossing the stress reliever up to the ceiling from time to time. The repetitive movement was almost hypnotic, and my eyes grew heavy. Soon, I was asleep.

All I dreamt about was the color green.
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OHMYGOODNESSILOVEFLIPPYWITHABURNINGPASSION- *dies* 

 

I think she meant the humanized version 