[center][hr][color=#adff9f][h1]𝑴𝓸𝓵𝓵𝔂 𝑯𝓪𝓻𝓽𝒆𝓵𝓵[/h1]

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Location: The beach house
Interacting With: Kim, Missy, Sable, Sonny[/color][/center]
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Molly was nervous, in case you couldn't tell by the way she was munching on the pack of Maltesers she had. The beach party was starting in about an hour and Molly was far from being ready. She was in her room, barely dressed. Her hair was a mess, her nail polish was all chipped from her chewing on her fingernails, and she had yesterday's make-up on. Not that the make-up was bad, it was fucking miraculous that it hadn't smudged all over her face in her sleep.
Why was she nervous, you ask? Well, that would be a good question, since not even Molly knew. It could be because of Sam, a person Molly least wanted to be here at the beach house (or so she thought), or it could be because Molly didn't know how to bloody act around girls.
Girls. They were amazing, Molly thought. The secret was unbearable, burning on her temples, choked words on her tongue. No one knew, and it was the worst. Why couldn't she just tell them? She already knew most would be accepting. So why?
Because she was a bloody coward, that's why.

Pulling her hair in frustration, Molly sat up in her bed and walked up to her closet. [url=https://cdn.diys.com/wp-content/uploads/2016/10/Lily-James-1980s-Outfit-Idea.jpg]Time to dress up[/url]. Something, anything. Picking up a white, striped shirt and a yellow, and high-waisted skirt that reached her to mid-thigh, Molly was almost presentable. Finishing up with high socks, leather boots and hoop earrings, Molly threw on her jean jacket with silly pins on it and made her way downstairs. Pack of candies in her hand, she heard some noises from the kitchen. Oh Lord, don't let that be [i]her[/i], Molly prayed.

"YOU MOTHERFUCKERS, SHOTS ARE BEING MADE. HALF DRESSED, NAKED, OR WHAT, YOU BETTER DRINK THIS," Missy shouted, confirming Molly's fears. [i]'Fuck in a bucket,'[/i] Molly thought to herself.
Missy was one of those people Molly didn't really hate, but she didn't exactly enjoy her company either. The sharp-mouthed girl was the main reason why Molly ended up giving up cheerleading in her senior year, not that she would ever tell [i]her[/i] that. Molly realised she should probably grow a thicker skin, but in the meanwhile she just avoided the girl if she could.
[color=#adff9f][b]"Hey there,"[/b][/color] Molly greeted everyone with a smile as she came to the kitchen, quickly hiding the candy in her hand from Missy -- an instinct she had learned in high school.
Scanning the kitchen, she spotted Sonny, who was also there. Giving him a big smile, Molly sat down along the kitchen counter and immersed herself in the conversation around her. While Missy and Sonny were having a sass-off, a ray of sunshine walked into the kitchen. Literally.
[color=#adff9f][b]"Hi Cookie,"[/b][/color] Molly acknowledged, glad to see a pretty face. Sable was there to defend Sonny, it seemed, as she responded to Missy's flirt in a way that made Molly almost snort. She did laugh silently, anyway.

Molly decided it would be the wisest to remove herself from the situation before Missy could direct her attention to her. Leaving the table with no words, Molly headed over to the couch area, practically throwing herself on a couch. Only then did she notice that Kim was there too, sitting across from her. [i]'Fuck in a bucket,'[/i] Molly repeated in her mind, thoroughly flustered. Should she say something, or would that only make Kim annoyed? She was on her phone clearly, so maybe Molly shouldn't interfere.
[color=#adff9f][b]"Excited for the party?"[/b][/color] Molly asked before she could stop herself. Already mentally beating herself for sounding stupid, Molly gave the girl a bright smile and put on a brave face. Socialising was easy peasy, lemon squeezy. A piece of a fucking cake.