Well everyone! I don't know about you but I've always wanted to know what it would have been like for Molly and Smurf to take that trip so here is my take! I hope no-one has wrote this before :P
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The sun was barely rising and everything was quiet, well as quiet as they could be in London, the capital and tourist hot spot of England. Most of the local Londoners were fast asleep in their beds, even Molly Dawes. She hadn't long come back from staying up in Bath. Buzz Buzz. Her phone began buzzing on the pillow next to her awakening her from her sleep. Rubbing her eyes she looked at the caller ID. Smurf. Sliding the lock to the side she whispered into her phone in hope not to awaken her sister that was still asleep on the top bunk. "What do you want Smurf?" She muttered. She hadn't meant to come off cold to him, after all they had both agreed to forgive each other for what happened on the bridge and move right back to being the best friends they were before. "Well good morning to you too beautiful. Look, I need to see you, I'm going crazy here! Meet me?" He asked, Molly couldn't tell whether or not she should be worried or not. "Alright you welsh wanker, what time are you getting in?" The other end was silent but the sound of a key pad and mouse could be heard. "Uh... I can get the next train which is in half an hour. Don't worry the length of the journey means you have time to make yourself look pretty." To that comment she laughed. "Alright, see you soon." With that they hung up and Molly headed straight to the bathroom to shower.
Molly was dressed in dark blue jeans that were borderline skinny jeans, black converse as they went with anything, a random top under her puffy jacket only having it on because it was so cold out that when you breathed you could see it, and she also wore a dark crimson beanie, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets. She didn't have to wait long until she saw him making his way over to her, bag over one of his shoulders. Walking to meet him half way they flung there arms over each other coming into a hug. It was weird how things worked. Smurf was a great guy and they would have been great together, even her Nan had said so, and her family loved him but she had met Charles. When Charles had shown his true colours to her she knew she that she and Smurf would never work like she and the Bossman did. Smurf was her best mate, nothing else anymore. If he had called her back all that time ago after their in counter behind the takeaway who knows would have happened. It was all fate.
The pair didn't pull away for quite some time, nether of them having seen the other for a long while except on skype. Molly had the army and Charles where as Smurf was on a big leave while he made the decision of whether or not to continue his career in the army or work as a mechanic. Once they pulled away Smurf gave her his cheeky grin. "I've got ya something Molls!" He spoke as he pulled the bag from his shoulder to open it. "Oh you idiot what is it?" She muttered watching him. He pulled a wrapped up box out of his bag and passed it to her. Taking the box she unwrapped it and looked inside seeing a red dress that looked exactly like the one he should her while in Afghan. "We're off to Vegas mate!" He grinned at her.