A/N: I'm really, really sorry. And you all know why. I just haven't had the time. And I lost all my documents I'd been working on and Microsoft Word. I wrote this on notes on my iPod and the fanfiction doc manager so I'm really sorry for all the spelling and grammar mistakes. I just needed to give you guys something. Though, I doubt any of you even check my stories anymore, I promise I'll try.

Here's a small idea that won't last long and I swear I'll finish before the end of summer.

xo- Maddy

One

Molly was always known as that strange girl with the glasses and braided hair. She got decent grades, wore clothes that went unnoticed, and didn't have a best friend. Molly never really talked. She always kept to herself. She didn't even speak to her mom. Dad left when mom was pregnant. Molly's sister, Lindsey, was a year older and was always at her friend Gerard's art studio. Her brother Dallon was a senior and never even acknowledged Molly's existence.

You see, Molly was apart of the talented and unnoticed minority. She understood that. It was that way with her forever. She can't even recall a time in which she acted normal around other kids.

Though, as Molly frequently investigated, what was "normal"? This word that people throw around like it's nothing. Normal. What does it even mean? How do you obtain normality?

Molly would never find out.

Because she was about to uncover who she really was.

And that's the farthest thing from normal.

Extraordinary. Extra ordinary. Extraordinary. Extra. Ordinary. EXTRAORDINARY.

Tap. Drip. Screech.

Molly scratched her head and rubbed her eyes as she turned to the sink that would never turn off all the way. The teacher was too lazy to fix the leak and thought it was more productive to discuss how point slope formula relates to standard form and the rules of converting to standard form and how graphing each one by solving their y-intercept form and slope was so freaking simple- and making the loudest noises possible on that damn screeching chalk board.

Molly failed the algebra exam in 8th grade so the school system decided that she had to take the whole course again.

If only they knew that when she left to eat lunch, the douche next to her clicked "D" for all the remaining answers, causing her to fail miserably. As douche number 1 and 2 laughed hysterically and pointed and laughed at Molly.

After recovering from this horrifyingly vivid memory, Molly looked to her side where Mikey sat. He was ferociously taking notes and consuming each word that the teacher grumbled. The bell finally screeched that it was time for lunch and everyone gathered their things. Molly still stood, staring at Mikey and smiling. When he looked up, throwing his red jansport backpack over his shoulder and adjusting his glasses and beanie, he grinned right back.

Mikey Way was the only person Molly considered to be her friend.

Everyday after math, Mikey and Molly walked to lunch without saying a word and sat down at the table Mikey's brother and Molly's sister occupied. They always sat next to each other, not too close but not too far.

It was like they only had each other to relate to but neither of them had to say it out loud.

They actually had a lot in common. Douche number 2 sat next to Mikey during the algebra exam in eighth grade and failed him as well. They both wore glasses under their soft brown hair. They wore tee shirts and jeans most of the time. And they didn't speak. At least, to each other.

That particular day, Mikey was eating a unappetizing looking slice of cafeteria pizza and drinking coke zero. Molly was glancing over at him every few minutes, attempting to make her staring unnoticed. He noticed. He always did. And he always smiled and patted her hand and left.

But not that day.

Anyway, their routine of sitting next to each other all the time and never EVER speaking had been going on since kindergarden. Molly was pretty sure they've said less than 3 sentences to each other in their 10 years of friendship. Though, they shared this odd connection, some sort of unbreaking bond that caused them both to never want to be apart from each other. But it was the most beautiful friendship because they didn't need to explain that. They just knew.

At that moment, Molly was tapping her fingers to the beat of a song that she couldn't remember the name of. She was watching as Gerard and Lindsey immersed themselves with conversation. They both had to be just meant for each other. They finished their sentences all the time when the other was lacking common sense and when they were talking you could just see the sparks of chemistry and perfection blooming between them.

And they knew it, too.

Mikey snapped his fingers to snap Molly out of her gazing and she turned to see him with his backpack slung over him, bottom on the edge of his seat.

"Going somewhere?" Molly slowly remarked, squinting her eyes and smirking. It was odd-the sensation of words flowing through her mouth, but when they were directed towards Mikey, she liked it. In fact, it was an overwhelming feeling of nervousness and excitment. The kind kids get when they go on the big kid roller coaster for the first time or when they accidentally kiss their good friend of the opposite gender. The emotion of anxiety and near sexyness. Lust.

Mikey nodded. "You are too."

Molly raised her eyebrows, still a bit shocked at all the lust. And words.

"And where might you be taking me?"

Mikey shook his head, grabbed her hand and began leading her out of the lunch room and into the murky hallways of high school. Down into the main building and eventually outside.

Molly looked down at where Mikey was lightly grasping her right hand, fingers carefully intertwined into something that created one. She felt a burning sensation, something more than just lust and 'out of the ordinary' activities. Her heart began pouding and it felt as if time stopped, leaving Mikey and Molly alone in a timeless world of perfection where they only had each other and their hands to hold.

This sensation lasted less than a second but she still felt it. Mikey casually let go and began heading out towards a nearby park, down the street, motioning for Molly to follow him.

She couldn't care less about her next class or what lecture she'd miss. She just wanted him. Mikey Way. She wanted to spend eternity with the boy she considered her only friend and relatable being for 10 years. The one she had barely spoken to for almost all her life. She wanted him more than all the money in the world, the fame, popularity. None of that mattered. She just needed that tiny and quick sensation again and she knew that Mikey contained it.

Molly began to get weak at the knees at just the mere thought of him. Watching him strut down the sidewalk to the park. It was all like a dream.

When they reached the park, Mikey made his way over to a large oak tree and sat on one of the large roots sticking out with patches of grass all around.

She didn't sit next to him, that'd be like one of those godawful romantic comedies and Molly hated those, she threw her backpack down and stood across from him, staring at him for no good reason, wondering why they hadn't tried to be "normal" friends all these years.

She was nearly sure he was thinking the same thing because he pursed his lips for a moment then said, "Baby steps."

What was that supposed to even mean? Baby steps toward what?

Molly turned away and analyzed the tree. It looked sturdy enough to climb. The branches were low and in vast quantity.

She pulled her hair ties out and combed her long fingers through her braids, revealing her sandy brown hair and shaking it as if she were free of all the hopeless normalacy that she was so used to.

Molly grabbed the lowest branch and began climbing as far as she could up that tree. She didn't really know why. Boredom. Adventure. The ability to see most of the small, wasted town her and Mikey spent their teenage years stranded at.

Before she could process it, she was at the largest branch near the middle that seemed like the only one that would be the perfect one to rest on.

She glanced down, realizing she was farther up than she thought, and saw Mikey staring up at her and waving.

"Don't try living too fast too soon," Mikey yelled.

Molly thought for a second then retorted, "It's better to start trying to make something out of yourself rather than never even embracing the feeling of living. I'm not sure why I've chosen to be a bleak person for so long when someone that could help me highlight emotion was so close to me."

Wow, that's probably more than she'd ever said to her family.

Mikey grabbed his bookbag and left.

This, my friends, is just the beginning of Molly's eventful adventures with her newly discovered life.