It was hard to get out of the house without my parents noticing Flutter, but we managed to sneak out. I took her back to the spot where I found her. "There? In that bush?" Flutter asks, pointing at it. "Yup. You were right there, cute and fluffy." I smirk. Her cheeks turn crimson. "Stop calling me cute." "But you were cute when you were that small creature," I say and shrug. Flutter's eyes turn dark. "I am not cute anymore?" A small smile teases my lips. Ah, someone is trying to fish for compliments now. "You are okay, I guess." "I'm okay?" Flutter looks at me incredulously, "I'll have you know that I'm much more than just okay." I raise an eyebrow at her. "Oh really? And what makes you so special?" She steps closer to me, her eyes blazing. "Well, for starters, I'm not just a cute