Author's Note

Random little one-shot about Lucy and Louis when they were five years old :)

Louis was trying to write his name on a parchment. He was five years old, his tongue sticking out between his lips in the effort. "LEE! LEE!" Lucy screamed, coming in. "Lee! Lee! Lee!"
"Lulu! What is it?!"
"The butterfly is terrifying Lee, it's horrible and scary."
"Lucy, it's a butterfly."
"No, it's black and it's scary!" Lucy whined. Louis stood up. "Show me." Lucy lead him to the garden. "Look." she whispered, pointing her figure at a flying bat. "That is not a butterfly..." Louis said, eyes wide. "What is it?"
"It must be a bird."
"It looks dangerous."
"It probably is." Louis said, quietly. "Let's go back inside. Let's call Lolly."
Lucy nodded. "LOLLY!" She screamed. "LOLLY COME HERE!" The bat started flying around, startled by the noise. Lucy screamed. Molly ran out. "Luce? Lou? What is it?" she asked, panicking. "THE BAD BUTTERFLY!" Lucy screamed, hiding behind her and pulling Louis with her. "Butterfly?" Molly asked, confused. "Where's a butterfly?"
"That one." Lucy said, quietly. Molly looked at the bat, perplexed. "That is not a butterfly."
"Told you so." Louis muttered. "Shut up, Lee. You're supposed to protect me." Louis smirked. "Love you too, Lulu." Molly shook her head. "Leave it alone, it'll go away."
"But I want to play." Lucy complained. "Lucy, it's almost dark."
"But I still want to!"
"Lucy." Molly said, firmly. "Inside." Lucy pouted and walked inside, Louis behind her. "That was a very nice butterfly." Louis told her, laughing. Lucy blushed. "Hate you."
"Love you."
"I hate you more."
"I love you more." Louis grinned. "You know, Lee." Lucy said, quietly. "What?"
"Lolly kind of did like the bat, I think."
"She did?"
"Yes, I think so."
"Lolly likes bats. That must be it." Lucy said, very seriously. "I don't like the name bat, though." Louis answered, randomly. "Let's call it butterfly."
"Yes, it's the bad, dark butterfly." Lucy agreed. "LOLLY!" Molly came in, sighing, and put her hands on her hips. "What is it this time?"
"You like the bad, dark butterflies."