Before you read any further into this story please note: This fanfic DOES have shipping in it. And just because the character tags says Lammy and Flaky doesn't mean that I'm shipping those two. They're just the main characters in this tale, though several other characters DO make important appearances. In my head canon, Lammy considers herself good friends with the other females in the town, especially Flaky. I don't know why…. I can just see those two being really good friends. Also before you ask…. Yes this thing is humanized.

Disclaimer: I do not own Happy Tree Friends or its characters.

Lammy POV:

I was brushing my short, curly, purple hair singing a cheery tune to myself; grateful that for the length of it, my hair was easily manageable. The only problem was my bright white bangs, who sharp curls refused to be kept in line.

Grunting, I took a comb and wetted it, trying to calm and tame the pesky bangs. When I felt that they were placed as well as can be, I put on my snow white fluffy cap, balancing my tight, short curls with my outfit and complexion elegantly.

I was wearing a loose, yet modest spring dress that was my favorite lavender color, with snow white cuffs falling halfway down my shoulders from the purple straps. To make the outfit complete, I also wore thick purple tights that was speckled with white dots. My make up was also made my face look like a work of fine art, if I had to say so myself. My eyes were lightly smudged and colored with three light shades purples, but toned down so as not to overdo it, and shaded in such a way that made it look subtle. My lips where painted a faint lilac/pink color, making them look sweet in a way. The whole outfit made my skin look like it was made out of fine china and made me look like a sweet porcelain doll; as innocent as a lamb.

Giggling in approval over my whole look for the day, I stood admiring myself in the mirror.

"Hehe… You did it again Lammy!" I said, patting myself on the back.

I grew up in a very pristine and wealthy family, so I was practically trained from birth to look and act as lady like as I possibly could. And when I turned 13 my mother had decided to teach me in the art of making myself over and choosing the most proper outfit to wear at social events.

All of those lessons where practically pounded into my head for so long that I always thought that every girl and woman acted the same way, dressed in the same manner, and fused over their looks like so.

So it was a huge culture shock when I finally moved out from my family's abode and found a nice house here in Happy Tree Town and found that not every girl thought the same importance of her looks like me, my mother, and even my sisters had.

For example, when I first met Giggles, she was wearing a bright pink short skirt and a brighter shade of pink crop top over a more covering white tank top. She was also wearing flip-flops. I had never seen a girl dress like that before, and thought the worst already. But after finding that avoiding her was nearly impossible with just how social and friendly she is, I soon grew used to her appearance, and learned that I was too quick to judge.

And when I met Petunia, it was like I not only was going through a culture shock, but like a future shock. I have never worn a pair of paints before in my entire life, and neither had any female in my family. But here was Petunia, comfortably wearing a pair of bright blue jeans and a bright blue blouse with her pine tree necklace standing out amongst all of the blue. But after talking with her for a bit, I found that she was actually a nice girl too, but was something of a neat freak.

I seriously don't mind that though, seeing as how that was sort of environment I grew up in.

The men here was also a whole lot different from the men in my family, but after a while I soon grew to not only grow used to their antics, but to love them as well.

Everyone here was far more entertaining than anyone else she'd ever met before moving here.

"You look very pretty today Lammy!" A familiar voice called out from the room.

Turning around, I smiled spying my long time friend Mr. Pickles.

"Thank you! Me and the girls are planning on having a tea party today!" I explained to the little pickle gentleman.

"Oh that sounds like a fun date indeed." He said, and I smiled at him. "I wonder what blood tea taste like." He mused over, and I lost my smile all together.

"M-Mr. Pickles!" I screamed, flinching away from him.

He just stood there smiling normally, never waning from his gentlemanly appearance.

Soon the phone rang.

It nearly gave me a heart attack, but I quickly recovered and picked up the phone quickly.

"Hello! This is Lammy, may I ask whose calling?" I said politely in a cheery tone.

"Lammy? It's me Giggles." Giggles answered, sounding a little off for some reason.

"Hi Giggles! What's up? Are you still on for the tea party for today?" I asked, more of a formality really than anything.

"I…. I'm sorry Lammy, but I don't think I can make it. I totally spaced and forgot that I already made plans with Cuddles today." Giggles explained, sounding upset at her missing out.

"Oh… Well that's okay, we can always just reschedule for a different date with you in it! It's no big deal. Besides it's not like this was a big important party: Just a little get-together with friends." I said with a sincere prose to my words.

"Oh, Lammy… Do you really mean that?" Giggles asked, sounding unsure of her.

"Of course! No had this been a party at my family's house then we'd have issues." I joked around, giggling a little, rousing a giggle from her as well.

"Ahaha! Alright…. I promise to make it up to you for today okay? " Giggles promised.

"I'll hold you to that." I said, and after a brief good-bye and another apology from Giggles, did we finally hang up.

But not two second after I hung up my phone did it ring sharply again.

Confused, I picked it up again, answering the caller, with a more confused tone than a polite one this time.

"Lammy? Oh my god I'm so sorry! I don't think I can make it to the party." Petunia said, practically wailing into the phone.

Now I was starting to panic; Petunia couldn't make it either? But Petunia ALWAYS made it to parties. What could've hold her back? Could it be another case of a forgotten date with her boyfriend Handy?

"What? Why not?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too panicky.

Petunia just groaned annoyingly into the phone.

"My work just called and asked me to take over a shift last minute. I tried to tell them that I had already made plans, but they wouldn't hear it. I'm so sorry Lammy; I was really looking forward to today." Petunia said mournfully.

I just let out a sigh of relief I didn't know I was holding.

"Oh, alright… I mean if it's for work I suppose that it's unavoidable." I said sincerely, though I was still a little disappointed.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not! Though I suppose this tea party is sort of a flop anyway, since Giggles can't make it either…" I tried to explain to Petunia.

"She can't make it either?! Oh Lammy I'm so sorry! And you probably worked really hard on everything already too!" Petunia said, sounding defeated.

"I was actually just about to go make the tea before Giggles called as well as yourself. Really the most I've done today was make myself up. And as my mother always says, it doesn't hurt to look beautiful for the day, even if you have nowhere to go." I said, and surprised myself when I learned that those words were actually pretty true with how I was feeling at the moment.

"Well… Has Flaky called you yet?" Petunia finally asked after a moment of silence from her line.

My thoughts stopped short.

"Actually, I don't know about Flaky at all. She said that she could come, but you know her better than I do… It's usually a 50/50 shot with her." I said slowly, hoping that none of my words came out harshly.

"Well either way, maybe you can just at least get a pot ready just in case. Who knows, you know?" Petunia said with a voice flooded with hope.

'Who knows indeed…' I thought to myself. It wasn't that I disliked Flaky, far from it, it was just that I often wondered if she liked me.

After that Petunia and I said out good-byes with Petunia realizing that she had to get ready for work and then leave.

Hanging up my phone and suddenly felt heavier than I did this morning.

"Looks like both of your friends left you. Should they be taught a lesson?" I heard Mr. Pickles offer. I glared at him.

"No you may not! They didn't intend to have these other plans pop up! There are no hard feelings between myself and them." I said stubbornly, crossing my legs elegantly in protest as well as cross my arms across my chest, sticking my nose in the air at him.

"Alright, you win. They're too far away at this anyway." He said, before vanishing.

I made a harrumph noise at him even though he already left.

I was then shocked to hear the doorbell ring.

"Now who could… Could it..?" I wondered to myself, soon hearing someone knock timidly at the door, and I finally walked over to the entrance and opened the door. I felt my eyes widen in surprise at who was there.

It was Flaky, she was twiddling her fingers together nervously, her legs looking locked in a weird angle, and she was shivering, even though there was hardly a breeze. She was wearing vary baggy pants a very thick and baggy red sweater and deep orange tank top underneath to hide any revealed pale skin. Her hair was a huge spiky mess with a million berets trying, in vein, to keep it all tamed. The majority of her bangs also hid most of her face. And underneath her pants I could just make out the faintest hint of red high tops.

"Oh… H-h-hi Lammy… Uhhh… I… I… I didn't realize I h-h-had to…" She stammered, avoiding eye contact, blushing a deep red color, motioning her hands towards my outfit to convey the message. I understood perfectly.

She didn't know that she had to dress up for the tea party.

I just smiled at her.

"Oh it's alright Flaky… Besides the tea party is sort of a dud anyway… You're the only one who could make it." I explained, rubbing the back of my head nervously, it was my turn to avoid eye contact and blush deeply.

"O-o-oh..?" She stammered, looking back at me.

"Yeah… But hey don't worry about Flaky! We can still have some fun together just hanging out. Does that sound good?" I asked her gently.

She just nodded meekly, and I swear I could see the faintest smile form on her hidden face.

"Well come on in! Make yourself at home while I make us some tea and snakes alright?" I said, leading her inside, hoping that she didn't feel too out of place with what I was wearing as well as my décor for the day.

Out of everything that gave me a culture shock about moving here, one of the biggest bombs for me was Flaky.

I was hanging out with Giggles and Petunia, trying to get to know them better when I saw here passing by like she was running away from something.

I didn't even realize that she was a girl until Giggles said something. And the more and more I saw her the more I couldn't believe that a girl could look so much like a guy! I didn't even know what a tom-boy was!

However, after some serious explanation from both Giggles and Petunia about Flaky I sort of softened up to the idea of a girl dressing up boyishly. But it wasn't until I actually met and talked to her that I truly believed about the whole idea of tom-boys and Flaky being a girl, as well as being one of the nicest person I have ever met. She was also the most paranoid person I've met, but it sort of worked for her looks in a way, making it so that I could actually see some hints of her being a girl in a way.

But still… I couldn't help but want to try and bring out more of her girlish looks out, I've tried and tried but always ended up failing. It wasn't until Giggles and Petunia warned me about how much of a lost cause it was to even try that I finally gave up.

Because of that I started looking at Flaky more at a personal level then just her looks alone, and found myself growing used to her being such a tomboy.

"So… Uhm.. Lammy?" I heard her stammer walking into my kitchen as I turned the stove on to heat up the water and tea leaves in the pot.

"Yes Flaky?" I asked.

"Wh-w-what should we do?" She asked nervously.

I hadn't thought about that. What SHOULD we do together? I mean, we could watch a movie, but I don't think I had any movies that Flaky might like. They were mostly overly cheesy romance flicks and history films. And I had no idea what Flaky liked in movies; well I at least knew that horror and slasher films were out of the question for her.

There was also the option to play games.

But I didn't have that many options when it came to board games outside of checkers, chess, and an Easter edition of Monopoly. So it was doubtful that Flaky would be all for those games.

Playing cards was most defiantly out of the question where Flaky was concerned.

Poor dear… Doubtful that she'll ever look at playing cards the same way again. Especially the last time I tried having the girls over for a game of cards.

Shaking out those horrid thoughts inwardly, I put on my most convincing and friendly smile and just decided to wing it.

"I thought that maybe perhaps, we could just lounge around and enjoy each other's company. You know, chat a little, and get to know each other. I feel like we've been spending all this time with each other, and yet I hardly know you at all." I said sweetly, and honestly. Honestly, the most I knew about Flaky was that she was a tom-boy(the first I've ever met), but a very sweet and friendly person, and very nervous and panicky, though admittedly, for all the right reasons.

"Oh… That sounds nice. A-a-a-and safe…" She mumbled the last part, but either way she was right about that part.

At that point, the kettle started whistling, indicating that it was ready to be served, smiling at the sound, trying my hardest not to sigh at Flaky flinching at the noise, I picked out two tea cups and saucers for the tea.

"What do you take with your tea Flaky?" I asked politely.

"Just a spoonful of sugar and a bit of honey." She said so surely that it was almost a shock, but I suppose that she's used to be served tea by loved ones in vein attempts to calm her down when she succumb to these "panic attacks" I've heard about from Giggles and Petunia.

Handing over her tea I showed her to the living room, where we both sat down on the couch; I, folding my legs politely and lady-like in a sitting position and Flaky just crossing her legs, her knees jutting out.

She took a sip of her tea timidly.

"So Flaky," I started, to gain her attention. "Why don't you start off by explaining a bit of yourself."

Crrrraaaaaaaap…. I'm gonna fall in love with writing these two being so different from each other… Oh well… Until next time. R&R and the next chappie should be up soon!