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Dogs Aren't the Only Ones Who Crap on You - Edited

Macy stood in the garden in front of her house, trying hard to get the motivation to finish planting the flowers her mom so graciously decided to buy. ((Honestly, in Macy's opinion, the plants were ugly and overkill, considering her mother bought 4 bushes and regularly paid a man to trim them into the shape of the family members.))

It wasn't Macy's original plan to spend her Saturday morning gardening. Macy was planning on going to Sabrina's house. Sabrina and Macy had been friends for a long time, but they had recently grown apart due to life so Macy figured the best way to cure that was to hang out more. ((It wasn't working too well, if you ask me, because Macy was trying too hard and Sabrina never had the energy to try hard enough.))

She was halfway through the whole garden when she heard a familiar barking sound and everything else happened in slow motion.

First came the footsteps. Then came the dirt flying everywhere, including on her clothes and hair. ((It didn't make much of a difference since she was already covered in an inhumane amount of dirt already.)) Finally, came the real horror.

Everything she had worked towards for the past 2 hours was now ripped to shreds and dug up by the one thing Macy hated in this world.

Luke's dog.

She didn't move for what seemed like 30 minutes because she was in pure shock. Macy couldn't care less about the garden. In more ways than one, she felt this sense of relief because that's a much lower opportunity for bees to pollinate around her when she has severe allergy to them. ((Her mother wasn't a very cautious person, so it wasn't surprising that she had Macy plant the flowers.))

The only thing Macy cared about was the fact that no matter how many times she had gone over, in the past, to yell at Luke for not keeping his dog closer to home, he never did it. ((Honestly, younger Luke liked to see Macy come over and get really annoyed because it was hard to take her seriously when she kept hiccuping.))

Macy stood up, uselessly attempting to brush off some of the dirt on her clothes and decided that she had to try with everything that was in her to sound intimidating enough to make Luke take her seriously. She was done with him and his dog.

She walked across the street and rang the doorbell, even though it was only 7 in the morning. Macy didn't see any cars in the driveway to she thought no one was home.

She waited on the porch, staring at the unopened door and decided to ring it one more time. She turned her back on the door to look at the now completely trashed garden in front of her house. It looked worse than she initially thought and figured this was going to be a harder job to fix it than to actually plant the flowers.

She was about to start walking back home when she heard the locks moving in the door behind her.

"I hope you realize it's 7 in the morning and your freaking dog just tore up our garden." Macy said, turning to see two boys standing in front of her instead of just one.

"I hope you realize that your incessant doorbell ringing is freaking annoying." Luke said, mocking her. He leaned on the door, looking like he just woke up from sleeping. The truth was he never went to sleep because he and Ashton had been watching TV all night.

Since the library event happened, Ashton had been asking around different social circles to find out more about Macy. He couldn't directly ask her, although he had her number and was very anxious to find a reason to use it. Eventually, Ashton did the simple thing and asked Macy's brother a couple of nonchalant questions, under the premise that it was 'for a friend.'

Ashton's witch hunt ended in finding out that her favorite show, at the moment, was American Horror Story. This completely took him by surprise, even though he'd never seen the show. He changed that overnight after roping Luke into pulling an all nighter in order to watch as many episodes as possible. It ended in them being somewhat disturbed and slightly amused.