swore.
_______________________________________________________________________
His plan to find out about this new
mysterious guy had failed, yet that was only half of the reason he was near
foaming at the mouth from his boiling mood. He had yet to understand why the
hell he cared about this Ephram Vinick being in Molly's life. What did he want
to know for? He had Candice Greybill to keep him occupied he didn't need to
brood over Molly's own personal life. She was a big girl she could take care
of herself.
So why did he still care so much?
Maybe, he told himself, it was because they
stuck together through everything. They were so close and now, could it be,
they were drifting apart? Now that they were both busy with their own affairs,
would there still be time to retain a good relationship as they had always
done?
His sensible side told him that of course,
nothing like that would change. It didn't matter. It never did before, and
Molly wouldn't allow such a thing to happen he knew this. So how could this
be the problem?
The only thing worse than brooding over
something you hate, was brooding over something you didn't understand.
But even though he already knew this would
stick like glue to the back of his mind, he still wasn't able to lower his
pride enough to go talk to Molly.
He wasn't that desperate yet.
_______________________________________________________________________
"Hey Harry, got a sec?"
Harrison looked up from his desk, his
fingers entwined in his shaggy hair.
Molly stood in his office doorway with a
beautiful smile on. She sure was happy about something.
"Can I trade this job for what's
behind door number two?" He replied, watching a pencil roll off his desk
surface and land with a light clatter on the floor.
She smiled wider, a curl falling over her
forehead that she tried to blow away but failed. "You can trade this job
in for anything you want. You just got to want it bad enough to do the
work."
"Hmm...another thing to ponder
over...just what I need." He joked, then nodded over to her. "But you
didn't come here to listen to my sorrowful woes. What's up, slapjack?"
She laughed when he used her old nickname
from way back. How strange was it that all the high school girls used to get
jealous over Harrison giving her a nickname after a breakfast food.
"You remembering those girls in high
school?" He grinned.
She threw her head back in joyous laughter.
"Yep."
"Those were some crazy times back
then."
"Definitely. But uh...I was wondering
if you wanted to go out to eat with us tonight? Marty just dropped by to ask
me, so..."
"Oh...sure, I suppose."
"Great." Her smile dimmed. "Will
it just be you or will you be bringing Candice?"
The question quickly bounced back and forth
in his head. Should he or shouldn't he?
If he did, he could give her a dose of her
own medicine. To let her know that he didn't care about her relationships because
he had a very healthy one right in front of her eyes. Maybe he could send her
thoughts wild like she did with him.
Or he could leave Candice home and just go
himself. He could get Molly all alone. Talk to her about any particular recent
events. After all, why would she purposely keep her boyfriend secret, now that
she had him at her party and knew that he was aware of a situation going on?
His curiosity, his frustration and his
brooding could all end. "I don't think I'll bring Candice. It'll probably
just be me."
Her eyes seemed a little brighter with that
news. "Okay, so you're coming. Great. I'll see you then." Flashing
him another smile, she turned and walked away, her midback length curls
bouncing as she went.
_______________________________________________________________________
Harrison went to drop by Molly's class room
to ask about where the dinner would be, but he found the room dark and empty.
Looking in to Marty's room, he saw she was still there.
"Where's Radcliffe?" He asked,
swinging his head in.
Marty looked up from her papers that
_______________________________________________________________________
His plan to find out about this new
mysterious guy had failed, yet that was only half of the reason he was near
foaming at the mouth from his boiling mood. He had yet to understand why the
hell he cared about this Ephram Vinick being in Molly's life. What did he want
to know for? He had Candice Greybill to keep him occupied he didn't need to
brood over Molly's own personal life. She was a big girl she could take care
of herself.
So why did he still care so much?
Maybe, he told himself, it was because they
stuck together through everything. They were so close and now, could it be,
they were drifting apart? Now that they were both busy with their own affairs,
would there still be time to retain a good relationship as they had always
done?
His sensible side told him that of course,
nothing like that would change. It didn't matter. It never did before, and
Molly wouldn't allow such a thing to happen he knew this. So how could this
be the problem?
The only thing worse than brooding over
something you hate, was brooding over something you didn't understand.
But even though he already knew this would
stick like glue to the back of his mind, he still wasn't able to lower his
pride enough to go talk to Molly.
He wasn't that desperate yet.
_______________________________________________________________________
"Hey Harry, got a sec?"
Harrison looked up from his desk, his
fingers entwined in his shaggy hair.
Molly stood in his office doorway with a
beautiful smile on. She sure was happy about something.
"Can I trade this job for what's
behind door number two?" He replied, watching a pencil roll off his desk
surface and land with a light clatter on the floor.
She smiled wider, a curl falling over her
forehead that she tried to blow away but failed. "You can trade this job
in for anything you want. You just got to want it bad enough to do the
work."
"Hmm...another thing to ponder
over...just what I need." He joked, then nodded over to her. "But you
didn't come here to listen to my sorrowful woes. What's up, slapjack?"
She laughed when he used her old nickname
from way back. How strange was it that all the high school girls used to get
jealous over Harrison giving her a nickname after a breakfast food.
"You remembering those girls in high
school?" He grinned.
She threw her head back in joyous laughter.
"Yep."
"Those were some crazy times back
then."
"Definitely. But uh...I was wondering
if you wanted to go out to eat with us tonight? Marty just dropped by to ask
me, so..."
"Oh...sure, I suppose."
"Great." Her smile dimmed. "Will
it just be you or will you be bringing Candice?"
The question quickly bounced back and forth
in his head. Should he or shouldn't he?
If he did, he could give her a dose of her
own medicine. To let her know that he didn't care about her relationships because
he had a very healthy one right in front of her eyes. Maybe he could send her
thoughts wild like she did with him.
Or he could leave Candice home and just go
himself. He could get Molly all alone. Talk to her about any particular recent
events. After all, why would she purposely keep her boyfriend secret, now that
she had him at her party and knew that he was aware of a situation going on?
His curiosity, his frustration and his
brooding could all end. "I don't think I'll bring Candice. It'll probably
just be me."
Her eyes seemed a little brighter with that
news. "Okay, so you're coming. Great. I'll see you then." Flashing
him another smile, she turned and walked away, her midback length curls
bouncing as she went.
_______________________________________________________________________
Harrison went to drop by Molly's class room
to ask about where the dinner would be, but he found the room dark and empty.
Looking in to Marty's room, he saw she was still there.
"Where's Radcliffe?" He asked,
swinging his head in.
Marty looked up from her papers that
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