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Molly was running through the Danger Room simulation as fast as she could go-which admittedly,
wasn't all that fast. She was by herself, but just to be on the safe side, had Kurt watching her on the observation deck above.
Hurdle.
Climb over it.
"Molly?"
Run a little more.
Watch out for lasers.
"Molly?"
Duck the bean bag cannons. Almost there.
"MOLLY!"
"What!_AHHH!" Molly screeched to a halt, but got thrown by one machine jetting out to stop her from completing the course. "Owww. I hate it when that happens."
Molly got up off the floor. "What?" She repeated in a calmer voice as the Danger Room shut down. "The Professor wants to see you. He said it's something important," Kurt said.
"Okay. Be right up," Molly said. She took the elevator upstairs and went to the professors office.
"Professor? You wanted to see me?" Molly knocked on the open door.
"Yes. Please come in Molly," Xavier gestured to an empty seat.
"I'm organizing a camping trip for the younger students. I would appreciate it if you could help supervise," Xavier said.
"Uh...I don't know. Camping really isn't my thing. I mean, I honestly hate it. The bugs, the lack of civilization, the tents-" Molly kept talking.
"I believe Remy is coming along," Xavier said over Mollys rambling.
"-The mosquitoes, the bears, the-Oh? Remy is going? I guess I could go too. Jamie is a handful on his own and-"
"You don't need to make excuses Molly. Just get ready. You're leaving tomorrow after breakfast," The Professor said.
The next morning they landed somewhere in Michigan. Since Mr. Mcoy had taken them to New York, Ms. Muroe and Mr. Logan were in charge this time.
Molly was a little disappointed, but she knew that she should have known better then to think Remy and her would be in charge of the kids on their own.
This was her chance to impress Remy and show him how good she could be with kids.
"YOU KIDS BETTER KNOCK IT OFF OR I'LL BEAT THE LIVING SNO-aaahh...uh...Be nice and stop throwing pine cones at me please," Molly said.
Okay, so maybe not. Watching kids was hard work.
"Stop throwing those things around or you're getting dish duty tonight," Remy glared at Jamie, one of his clones and Pierre the fish boy.
"...Sorry," The three of them mumbled.
"I'm not good with kids," Molly said to Remy, "At least...not boys. Girls are easier." Molly nodded to Rahne, Meggan and Michelle walking ahead of them who were just talking and not making any trouble.
"That and they're more mature at that age," Remy said. "True," Molly replied, "I mean...what were you like at that age?"
Remy thought about it for a moment, "Noisy, always breaking stuff...and I wasn't interested in girls yet. What about you?"
"I don't know, just...like I am now...quiet and, well, very interested in boys," Molly stared at the forest floor. Why did she say that?
"Just like you are now? Something had to be different," Remy said.
"I was just more immature. Maybe more obsessive about things and stuff, but not much has changed," Molly shrugged, "Do you think if we met then, we would've made good friends?".
"A nice girl like you wouldn't have wanted me as a friend. Trust me on that one," Remy said.
"I want you as a friend now. We'd be great friends. I know it! You shouldn't say things like that," Molly smiled, cheerful.
Remy smiled back.