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

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Location: The beach house
Interacting With: Kim, Violet, Addison, Jem[/color][/center]
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[b][color=#DED16A]"Maybe you'll meet a guy to give you the D tonight,"[/color][/b] quipped Kim, nudging Molly and... was that a wink? Molly, blushing furiously, could only laugh in response. How come her heart beat so fast all of a sudden?
[b][color=#adff9f]"Y-yeah... dunno,"[/color][/b] Molly said smiling, kind of relieved yet not. She definitely didn't want 'the D', but having Kimberly wink at Molly just made her heart race.
And then, to Molly's endless satisfaction, Kim decided to play along with her and entertained the idea of the arson being able to happen whenever during the evening.
Addison, ever the light-hearted rival, took Molly's joke too seriously. Claiming he had just the thing for that, he ran upstairs, leaving the girls be for the time being. During this time Jem appeared, seating herself tightly next to everyone, next to Molly, in fact. Asking what was going on, the ball of precious sunshine was blissfully unaware of the dick-eating conversation around her. Molly was glad, really.
That is, until [i]he[/i] decided to grace everyone with his appearance.

Sam made Molly's brow furrow in frustration, deep-integrated hurt, and the burning embers of her anger. The guy just waltzed up, all happy and flirty, just like he always was. Seemingly unbothered too, what a wanker. Their eyes met for a brief second, in which both just met each other with a face of stone. This hurt Molly more than she would outwardly show, but the girl was almost sure Jem could feel the slight tremor going through Molly's hand as she simply averted her eyes and pursed her lips together.
Behind all that anger and sadness, there was regret. Regret and longing, perhaps even love. All a bundle of emotions repressed and swept under the rug of hurt feelings. She had said some terrible things, too. Not just him. Never just him.

Letting her hair fall over her face, Molly nudged at Jem and looked at her knowingly. Molly trusted that the girl didn't need words to understand what she meant, she had seen how Sam had simply ignored the blonde, after all. Jem was a friend to them both, and Molly hated that the sweet girl had the unfortunate position to be the meat between the hostile sandwich that was Sam and Molly's former friendship.
Looking for silent support in her friend, Molly grasped Jemima's hand in hers, leaning on the girl with a heavy heart. She had already opened her heart to her about Sam and oh, did she feel guilty for doing so. Jem had no business cleaning their messes. The curly-headed girl was way too pure for that.

Addy's return helped Molly climb out of the misery pit she almost fell in. Excited, and with something in his hand, the boy exclaimed: "Behold!" and proceeded to pull out a huge amount of [i]fireworks[/i] of all things out of the black bag. Blimey... that was unexpected, yet Molly expected nothing less from Blake's lively brother. Molly chuckled aloud, smiling a teeth-white smile at the boy, who so excitedly was listing all the different kinds of fireworks he had.
[b][color=#DED16A]"You guys go wild with those but be careful. I'm going in the kitchen to see what those guys are up to,"[/color][/b] Kim stated. The girl was gone before Molly could figure out a good way to respond. It didn't matter anyway, did it? Molly could always talk to her later.
Molly reached over for the table beside the couch, taking an opened can of beer resting there. She smelled it, determining if it was recent or not, drinkable or better left alone. Generally, taking anyone's drink was a bad idea, but Molly was feeling like taking a sip since her throat was dry for various reasons. Before she could do anything, however, Addison bumped into her, making Molly splash her drink all over her clothing.
[b][color=#adff9f]"Shite!"[/color][/b] Molly cursed under her breath in frustration. Looking over at Addison, who hadn't noticed the spilled beer yet, asked if Molly wanted to go light one up. Gathering herself, Molly smiled tightly before settling into a more natural smile.
[b][color=#adff9f]"Sure, just... gimme a moment. I splashed this rotten beer all over my clothes. I'd better change,"[/color][/b] she said apologetically. Squeezing Jem's hand, wishing to be able to talk to her in private at some point, Molly stood up. The beer soaked fabric felt disgusting against her body, making her wince. Time to put the dirty clothes in the washer, she didn't want them stinking of alcohol, no way.
Excusing herself, Molly hurried back upstairs.