All Aboard!

Thanks for reading this everyone!!! Just to make this clear, I own NONE of the death note characters or the main jest of the plot. The plot and setting go to KatyLoveling thanks a million for creating the story that inspired this one!! I do however, own Molly and Jenn, as well as many of the scenes in this story…anyway ENJOY!!!

Okay, ever get that thought that goes along the lines of; what the bloody HELL am I doing here?! Well if not, be grateful, and if so, we're on the same page here! So, here I was with my duffle and messenger bag stuffed with my all my art supplies, bathing suit, toiletries, Goth clothes, etc. And now, I was staring at my transportation, a shiny white yacht emblazoned with large, red letters that spelled out Wammy's House quite plainly. I was here to meet up with my five best friends-no scratch that my four best friends and one incredible prat- in the world for a vacation in the Caribbean. Now don't get me wrong, I was over-the-top thrilled to see all of my old friends from Wammy's House Orphanage, but I was more than a little apprehensive about the annoying, chocolate-addict, blonde that waited for me as well. I impatiently brushed some stray locks of my hair (bleached blonde, thanks to the summer sun) out of my hazel eyes with a fishnet gloved hand. Taking a deep breath, I walked up the plank (or whatever you call the ramp that leads to a boat) and onto the deck that would be my home for who knows how long. "Here goes nothing!"

As soon as I got onto the deck, I was hailed by a perky assistant dressed in a stark-white uniform that matched the color of the enormous boat we were on. "Your Molly right?" she crowed as I walked up to meet her. "Everyone else is already here! I'll take you downstairs to your room and let you get settled!" I nodded, quite at a loss for what to say and followed her. I let her take my duffle, but I refused point-blank to let her touch my messenger bag filled with all my art supplies and sketchbooks. "Sorry," I apologized to the shocked girl, "but I'd rather you didn't touch my art stuff, it's like my pet dog…you know-" She gave me a strange look that plainly said she didn't 'know,' but I was quite used to it by now. I mean call me crazy, but usually you come to expect that kind of stuff when wear black make-up, Dr. Marten lace-up combat boots, and striped stockings in June….or any other time of the year for that matter. You learn to shrug it off after awhile, and I now take it as a compliment. So in return, I gave her an impish smile of my own, "Shall we?"

When we finally reached my room, the girl said quickly "Everyone's up on the main deck, you may want to change into your bathing suit." Giving me one last look, she turned and ran. I smiled to myself, Goth girl uno, annoying yacht zippo. Sighing, I began unpacking my things, placing my art bag carefully against the bed pillows with utmost care. I wasn't kidding when I said it was my baby. Finally, I changed into my black bikini with the multi-colored hearts, dabbed some sunscreen on, and headed upstairs in the direction that the assistant had pointed. By now I was getting excited. The thought of seeing my closest friends that I hadn't seen in forever was quickly over-shadowing my annoyance at the assistant girl and the fact that the world's largest jerk was within a one-mile radius of me.

See, I grew up at the Wammy's House for Gifted Children; an orphanage in Winchester that took in orphans with special talents. It was there that I got my education and excelled at what I loved best; art. I also met some amazing friends, all of whom I would be seeing again today. This was quite a miracle as three of these friends (plus one jerk) had been involved in solving the mass-murder Kira case a year or two back. The fact that they've all made it out alive is something I'm grateful for everyday. By now, my black toenails had led me up to the main deck and were taking me towards the sound of laughing. Suddenly, a large something with messy, brown hair came pelting at me and proceeded to lock me in a tackle hug that almost knocked me to the ground. "Molly!!!! It's you, you finally made it!!! I mean, we knew you'd be late, but seriously, this is beyond late!!! And jeez, you're even taller than last time and your hair is so freaking blonde and it's great to see you and-"

"Jenn, Jenn," I choked out, prying her fingers off my neck with difficulty, "it's great to see you too, but just like last time, I do need to breath!" Jenn let go almost immediately and I was finally able to see her face clearly. She was tanner than she had been when I'd last seen her in January, but for the most part, she was the same old Jenn. Messy brown hair surrounded her face, her toes and fingernails were painted black like mine, and she wore a black bikini with pyramid studs around the waistband. Yep, same old Gothic Jenn! The only other difference was- "NO WAY!!!" I screeched, lunging forward and grabbing her left wrist. "NO WAY YOU GOT ENGAGED?! ENGAGED AND YOU DIDN'T EVEN TELL ME?!"

"Surprise!" she yelled hugging me again. "We were waiting to tell you until we saw you today! You're not mad, are you?"

"Mad?! I can't be mad at you and L Jenn, just unbelievably happy for you!!!" We then started screeching like two-year olds, jumping up and down. "I missed you!!!"

"You?! I missed you!!!"

"No, I missed you more!!!"

"Okay, okay we get it; you're both really happy to see each other and missed each other a lot. Now, Molls, are you going to just scream with Jenn all day or say hi to us to?"

"L!" I cried flinging myself on one of my best friends, my other best friend's fiancé, and one of the best detectives in the world. "Congratulations, I can't believe you and Jenn are finally engaged! Took you long enough!!! Man, it's great to see you, you look great and I missed you tons and-"

"Okay, okay, shut-up please! " L said laughing himself now. "Let it be known to all that Molly glomps everything in sight and is incapable of shutting up when she see her friends for the first time in months!"

"Oh, please, like you all didn't miss my convulsive glomping and screeching like hell while I was gone. Admit it, your lives were boring!!!!" I shot back, smiling hugely and attempting to control my laughing with horrible failure. Stepping back, I looked over and saw Near smiling at me from among thousands of dominos that he had set up in an intricate pattern. "Near!" I cried racing forward in the most careful way possible. It didn't work. One of my toes brushed against a domino and they all came clattering down around us. When the noise had stopped, I carefully picked my way among the ruined masterpiece and knelt down to hug my friend. "Whoops." I said quietly looking at my friend with big puppy-dog eyes. "Sorry Near!"

"Same old Molly!" he laughed embracing me warmly. "Always in a hurry, doesn't watch where she's going, and gives big puppy dog eyes and hugs to make-up for it! I missed you a lot Molls!"

"Right back at cha'!" I said happily into his shoulder. Pulling back, my eyes came to rest on a tall, gangly red-head. His striped shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and he wore tan cargo pants. Orange goggles covered the most beautiful green eyes I had ever seen and his red bangs flopped down into his face. He held his game system in one hand and his arms were wide open with a huge smile on his face. "MATTY!!!" I screamed, jumping up and sprinting towards my best friend, scattering dominos as I went. When I reached him, I jumped on him and hugged him so hard that he stumbled backwards into the railing of the boat.

"Hey there Molls, long time, no see!" he laughed, hugging me back and ruffling my hair affectionately. "Easy on the glomping though, we don't need to fall over board when we just left!!!"

"Okay!" I agreed happily, pulling back and playfully tugging his bangs. "You quit smoking didn't you?!" I said excitedly looking up at him. It had always been my dream to get Matt to quit smoking, though in the past he had stubbornly refused to.

"Yep, I missed you so much that I decided to do that for you, especially because I didn't…know…how the case would turn out."

"You smell much better now, not all smoky!" I hugged Matty tightly once again, tears filling my eyes at his sudden words. "And you did make it out okay, all of you did!"

"That's right," he said ruffling my hair just like he had always done back at Wammy's, "we all made it out and we're all together again.

I looked back at all of my friends smiling at me and felt tears welled in my eyes. "Yeah," I choked out, "we're all okay!"