How to Take Care of Your Lost Bunny

Chapter 3: When Your Pet Eats The Weed

Lucy sat in one of the fifty living rooms her large empire of a home contained. It was empty. Silent. She held a bag in her lap with her fingers tightly squeezing onto it. On the wall in front of her was an old pendulum clock, it's golden circle swinging back and forth, back and forth.

Until the large hand landed on the 12 and the little onto the 7.

7 o' clock PM.

Ding! Ding! Ding! The clock howled throughout the room.

Her eyes instantly went to the window where she could see the gate but no car in front of it. The sound of the clock pounded into her brain and nerves crawled over her skin. She squeezed harder onto the bag until it was crumpled beyond repair.

It was 7. Levy said she would pick her up at 7.

Did she hear correctly?

She did right?

Then maybe... Levy ditched?

No!

They were friends. Friends, that they were. Yes. Right. Right? Maybe?

Maybe Levy just... just forgot?

Surely Lucy was someone easy to forget. She was invisible after all. Unimportant. Not of priority. That's right... she wasn't important. Therefore... Levy probably just... just forgot.

BEEEEEEP!

A car horn loudly wailed, nearly making Lucy's thoughts rattled out along with her actual brain. Her eyes focused onto the window and to her surprise, it wasn't a red truck. Rather Levy's poor excuse of a vehicle.

Lucy immediately stumbled out of the velvet couch and she got to her feet. The blonde made way for the enormous entry doors but was immediately yielded by a body. She looked up and saw the tall build of her butler.

Macao.

"And where is it you're going?" He lifted a brow at the rare activeness.

The blonde's whole face then enflamed in a deep pink. Lie. Was she supposed to lie? Or tell the truth? Or? Or? "Friend!" Lucy shut her eyes and shouted. Her fingers tightened around the brown bag.

Macao stared at her and his expression softened a bit. "A friend?" He smiled, patting the top of her head lightly. "That's a first for you."

Lucy's eyes opened and the tenseness in her face loosened. She didn't smile but she did have a positive glow in her eye. Something Macao hadn't seen in a long time.

A very long time.

"I'm not going to even ask what's in that bag." Macao sighed, moving away from the barricades. "Be careful and be home at a decent time." He eyed her, "Your father won't be happy with you going out but," He winked with his finger pressed against his lips, "I'll cover for you."

Lucy's eyes glowed and she nodded firmly with a smile, "Thank you!"

Immediately, she opened the door and slammed it shut.

Macao stared out the window as Lucy ran down the pathway with such a lighter energy surrounding her. Sure, it was still dull. But it was nice seeing something even a little bright in this dark mansion.

"MACAO!" A loud, angry voice called from up the stairs.

The butler shut his eyes and let out a long exhale. "Just leave in that car and don't come back." He whispered beneath his breath before turning around. A large crash echoed from up those ominous steps. "Any place is better than here."