Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.
AN: To all of you concerned about my well being and such, things are still a bit rocky for me with family issues, but they will probably get worse at some point. The issue is just my parents (One specifically is going through a lot, but I won't say which for diginity/privacy reasons) are getting older and things, like alzhiemers, happen. There is no definite diagnoses yet, however, and things seem okay right now. It's just no good worrying about it, so better to get on with life and keep writing for the moment. I wasn't going to get into specifics, but I'd rather lay it all out so people don't think I'm in some horrible situation or whatever. It's just life knocking me down a few pegs, that's all. For the record, I might sound like I'm in my teens or early 20s, but I'm actually in my 30s, so my parents have gotten up there in age. It's just something you have to deal with eventually.
Anyway, This fic is pure fluff, no fight scenes, not much real plot. You have been warned. Uh, I'm sorry? Again, this is one that's been sitting around for a few years. It needed some spiffy-ing up (detail, ect.), so I hope it turned out alright. Enjoy!
Molly:
Molly sauntered toward Remy in the hallway, early first thing in the morning. Well, rushed over was more like it.
They were both still in their pajamas. Happiness and love seemed to exude from every fiber of her being as she let him kiss her.
They were smiling and fawning over each other like any normal couple. You could almost see the stupid little cartoon hearts surrounding them if you stared long enough. It caused other students walking past to roll their eyes and make gagging noises. Sometimes seeing people in love could be a little disgusting and it seemed the other kids never could get used to all of Remy and Molly's PDA and eternal longing. In some ways, they were _worse_ than Scott and Jean!
"Hey!" Logan barked, coming over still wearing his white tank top and sweat pants "Two foot space between you two."
He quickly forced them apart, mostly by pulling Molly away by her arms.
"What? Why?!" Molly demanded, letting her emotions overcome her and not in the mood to act as a calm, mature adult.
"_You_ shouldn't be standing around kissing in nothing but your _pajamas_, that's why." Logan was looking very irritated, pointing accusingly.
Now, everyone knew better than to irritate Logan, because if you pushed him too far you ended up losing an arm...or at least got punished.
Molly didn't care.
"We're fine! I mean, we are wearing clothes," Molly scoffed.
"Clothes. Right. You need to go put on something that shows a little less skin," He gestured to her bare arms.
"Alright, alright," Molly was now officially grumpy, "I'll go put something else on before I get pregnant from kissing my boyfriend IN MY PAJAMAS!"
She stomped off to her room and quickly changed clothes. Then she stomped back to the two men and gestured to herself without words, too upset to speak.
"Much better," Logan approved.
Suddenly, 'Everyone please come to the foyer. I have an important announcement,' The professor sent out a telepathic message.
"Have I mentioned I hate it when that happens?" Molly said. She watched as Remy ducked into his room, coming out momentarily in his usual jeans and t-shirt. Molly smiled. It was her favorite outfit on him-a black shirt and jeans so ripped up it looked like they'd been through both world wars. There weren't only holes in the knees, but holes in the thighs, giving her tiny peeks at parts of his skin that he'd have to be wearing shorts for her to see.
They went downstairs hand in hand to see everyone gathered around The Professor.
"Yesterday," Charles said, "We received an invitation in the mail to Miss Emma Frost's and young Mr. Warren Worthington's wedding."
Mixed murmurs of boredom and excitement swept through the room.
"It's two months from now and the entire school was graciously invited. I have already told them that we would be happy to accept the invitation so I expect _all_ of you to be on your best behavior," Charles said.
As one motion, all eyes looked at Bobby, the school's notorious prankster.
"I got it, I got it," Bobby blushed.
"I'm sure it's going to be a very exciting time for everyone since some of you have never been to a wedding before," Charles went on. This was very true. Laura, Logan's clone had not, along with a handful of escaped mutants from Sinster's island living most of their lives as cruel experiments. Likewise for some orphans in the student body from the Sinister's many experimentations. "We'll make the proper arrangements. I expect everyone to be on their best behavior. We'll discuss it more in the coming months ahead." Charles finished, leaving the room.
With that, everyone was dismissed. Remy and Molly went around to the side of the staircase.
"You look glum. What's wrong?" Molly asked.
"Ah, it's nothing," Remy smiled, "Just...it's been a while since we had anything to do with _them_. I was only wondering if, you know, you ever regret choosing me over Warren."
"That's crazy!" Molly was surprised, "Why would I do that? How could you even think that?"
"He's rich, prestigious. He could buy you stuff I couldn't even begin to think about. With him you would be financially secure," Remy said. Molly raised an eyebrow because Remy sounded like he was promoting a bank, not talking about Molly dating a millionaire.
"So you're upset because you think you're not...not rich enough for me?" Molly choked on the words. What an insane, ludicrous thought. Remy was being absolutely ridiculous! How could he even entertain the notion for second? Remy made Molly happier than words could express sometimes. He was brave, kind, loving, gentle, romantic, considerate, patient, and thoughtful. Not to mention muscular, hot and a fantastic kisser! Besides, they'd saved each other more times than Molly could even think to count and now-NOW-he was actually believing that some other guy could have whisked her away? Warren hadn't given Molly the time of day and had barely known she existed! Molly didn't have any chance with the tall, flying blonde billionaire. Not then, not now, not in a million-billion years! Molly just wasn't Warren's type either. Molly couldn't believe what was coming out of Remy's mouth.
"Yeah, basically. You could have had him, too," Remy stared at the floor, looking dejected/saddened.
"Remy, are you having memory loss?"Molly rapped lightly on the side of his head with a fist, "Hello! I couldn't have had him. He didn't like me, he liked Emma. Now he loves Emma. And I don't want Warren, I want you. It's always been you, it's always going to be you. End game is you, Remy," Molly smiled, then hugging him tightly.
"Okay, I get it. I guess I just...I don't know...I look at you and I just think, 'Wow, what guy wouldn't want her?' So I was just thinking that you could have had him easily with the way you are, if he'd actually gotten to know you. You're smart, funny, thoughtful, curvaceous, and very beautiful." Remy said, staring at Molly like she was the only girl on earth.
Molly just laughed, "The difference being is that Emma is that and more. They deserve each other. They both come from money and they _are_ both very prestigious. You and I would be happy with sandwiches and fries. Those two need yatchs, steak, caviar and jets. Each of us go together because of the similarities."
"You're right. We deserve each other and they deserve each other. And _I_ will enjoy dancing with _you_ all night long at their wedding," Remy twirled Molly, then dipping her gently.
Molly went from being serious and level-headed to complete and utter "duhhhh-hurr-hurr-I-love-him" in no time. A huge smile was on her face, able to light up the Empire State Building. Remy made Molly's heart sing, and all the other corny metaphors for being truly, deeply in love with someone. He was her better half, Remy meant everything to her. She didn't know what she'd do without Remy in her life. He really was her best friend, not just her boyfriend. And he made her feel, well, everything. Sometimes that boy had no earthly idea what he did to her. Yeah, Remy was one in a million, but he was also _Molly's_ one in a million.
"We should go take a drive somewhere. Get away from the mad house for a couple hours," She suggested.
"Where?" Remy asked, smiling gently, pulling Molly back up.
"Anywhere, Remy. Anywhere," Molly said.