A/N: Hello. I'm back. Yada yada, let's just get to the story, shall we?
Lola and Tina sat on the living room couch in the now clean apartment. Lola practically forced Tina out of bed and to do something productive with her life. They both enjoyed a cup of tea with Tina feeling a little better.
"So are you ready to talk about your ex?" Lola asked.
"What do you need to know?" Tina asked, taking a sip.
"How do you feel about him?" Lola questioned.
"Well," Tina started as she pulled out a mile long list. "He's rude, annoying, obnoxious, selfish, arrogant, insensitive, boastful, dishonest, egocentric, careless, impolite, and a little weirdo."
"He may be all of those things and a lot more but remember that you're no bucket of sunshine, either. There's no such thing as a perfect relationship unless you make it happen. Look at me! I am weird, indecisive, ramble a lot, get distracted, and I can barely go a second without looking like an overzealous freak and you know what? Bugs puts up with all of that because he loves me and I love him. That's all that that matters."
"Easy for you. You're not me and you don't know what I've been through. I know I'm not perfect. I am the Queen of Imperfect. I'm mean, pushy, over-sensitive at inappropriate times, insecure, and a loud-mouth bitch. You really don't know what it's like to be me. You really don't."
"Maybe I'd like to know."
And for the next 3 hours, they sat and talked and for the first time in a long while Tina smiled.
Bugs was still holding up the fort at home, though not very well. He stared at a blank TV screen and his leg was bouncing up and don as if he had drunk 20 gallons of coffee. Speedy raced in, in his usual way, and looked at Bugs' state.
"What are you doing?" Speedy asked.
"Watching TV," Bugs replied.
"Is this about Daffy? You would usually just ignore it and wait until he comes out," Speedy stated.
"Maybe if this were for something silly like a contest or an insignificant want. I am genuinely worried about him right now," Bugs told him.
"How long has he been in there?"
"Two weeks."
"Don't worry. He'll be fine. He always is."
"I hope so. I really hope so."
Daffy was still on the floor watching his old cartoons on the little old TV trying to figure out what he was missing.
"I got it! I used to be...hmm...zany. I was carefree. I was a shady businessman who had way too much time on his hands, caused trouble wherever I went, and was too into girl and money but life was great. What happened to me? People loved me, even when I didn't realize it. I really did have it all. I need to get that back. But how? Do I have to? Do I need to? I have to talk to someone," he concluded.
He got out his phone and called Melissa Duck.
"Hello Daffy. What do you want?" Melissa said bluntly.
"I need someone to talk to," Daffy replied.
"Why do you want me?" Melissa asked, bored.
"I just need an opinion. I was thinking about who I am now and who I was before. I want to know who people liked better."
"Daffy, everyone misses the old you. You were funny, spontaneous, and charming. You had a natural high. What happened to that guy?"
"I mellowed out. I thought it would help people accept me. I wouldn't get into as much trouble. I thought it was a good thing."
"Hun, it was a terrible idea. I loved the old you. The outrageous you. Go wild. Go crazy. Go looney."
Daffy said his goodbye and hung up the phone. He goes into his closet and picks up a small wooden box with a bag of weed inside. It helped him when he felt down and needed a pick me up. He hasn't touched it since the transformation. When he finally decided to roll up and take a long drag, he didn't feel anything at first. A few minutes (and more than a few drags) later his body felt tingly and he yelled his famous "Woohoo!" while bouncing off the walls. When he finally calmed down, his heart was beating very fast and he felt a rush. That was what he was missing.
A/N: Woah, Daffy. You sure? Is he really going to do this? Only one way to find out. Wait until the next chapter. Make sure to review, follow, and favorite. Ciao!