AN: There is no action in this story at all, sorry. I didn't realize that until long after it was finished, but that's okay. I mean, that's why we have comedy fics too, right? (Not that this is a comedy fic, just a normal one.)
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"What does this look like to you?!" Molly held up a frozen t-shirt to Bobby drake's surprised looking face.
"Uh, a frozen t-shirt. Okay, so I froze some of your clothes. It was an accident," He shrugged.
It was Saturday morning and Molly had woken up to a drawer full of frozen clothes. The kids were standing in the hallway and it was just after breakfast.
"Some of my clothes? That was my only drawer of t-shirts! I can't go around in my pajamas all day!" She was looking incredibly peeved now.
"Take it easy, Cherie. You're going to have a heart attack getting so upset. Just borrow someone elses for a while," Remy said.
Molly rolled her eyes and crossed her arms, sighing, all at once. She wanted to point out that as a guy, he obviously didn't know anything about girl's clothes. She was so...svelt...most of the other girl's clothes probably wouldn't fit. They were all, what, a size zero? Two? It would be like trying to stuff a doughnut into a straw.
Jean smiled at her, probably hearing her thoughts. "You can borrow a couple of my shirts. They should fit."
"Uh, thanks Jean," Molly smiled. They went into Jean's room after Molly went to her own room for a bra.
"This should fit," Jean handed Molly a striped green and brown t-shirt.
Molly put it on. "Uhh...it's nice, but I'm not made for belly shirts," Molly looked down to see her pudgy spare tire sticking out.
"Oh, sorry, guess I forgot," Jean looked embarrassed. She pulled out a plain dark green t-shirt that wasn't a belly-shirt.
"Better. Thanks. I owe you one," Molly walked out, running smack into Remy. "Ow! You've got a really hard body!" Molly rubbed her cheek. Remy smirked down at her, "Thank you."
"It wasn't a compliment. That hurt," Molly said. "sorry, I didn't realize. I just like hearing it. You alright?" He replied.
"I'm fine. Didn't you say you were going to take me on a tour of the town today?" She smiled. Molly couldn't believe it when he had offered. It was too good to be true.
"Uh, yeah. I guess I did," He said. "Great! Let me get my stuff and we can go," She ran to her room to get her purse.
She was back in less then a minute.
They walked out to the garage and got into Remy's car. "Um, n-nice car," Molly said, feeling shy again. She was going to be alone with him for at least a couple hours. This wasn't any time to be nervous. Maybe she should ask Kurt or Kitty to come along.
"Thanks," Remy said as he put on a pair of dark sunglasses. He started the car and drove out the mansion.
"It's a nice day out," He remarked. "Yeah, it is," Molly said.
Silence.
Molly gulped. She was in the car alone with Remy.
In. The. Car.
Alone.
With.
Remy.
She felt sick and happy and breathless all at the same time. She'd never been alone with a guy she liked before. She could barely talk to guys period.
But this was Remy. They had talked a lot lately and gotten to know each other a little. He was nice. Very nice.
Very nice, very handsome, very muscular with chiseled features. Molly stared at him, almost drooling. She needed to get a grip. Say something,
say anything. "So, uh, you know some things about me, but I don't know much about you. Like, where are you from? France or something, right? Because you speak French all the time, right? That's really cool. You know I--"
"Cherie?"
"Huh?"
"You're rambling again. Calm down and breathe,"
"S-sorry. I do that sometimes. Not too...well socialized I guess," She blushed.
"It's okay. And you are. You're just so jumpy," He smiled, "I'm from Louisiana actually. You know, Cajun Country."
"...Oh. So, uh, you have any brothers or sisters?"
"No. I'm kind of adopted. You?"
"Yeah, just an older brother but he's a lot older then me. You have any pets back home?"
"Nah. Never been much of a pet person," He said.
"Really? But you like animals, right?"
"Hmm, yeah, they're delicious," Remy joked. Molly made a face. Remy looked embarrassed, "Right. Vegetarian. I Forgot. Sorry Petite."
"Happens. At least you're not a jerk about it," Molly said.
"Yeah, I guess. The music store's right up here," Remy made a turn and parked after finding a spot.
"But I do like animals," Remy smiled, "And I think you're getting better with your powers."
Molly blushed, "Jee, thanks!"
They walked into the store and looked around for a while. "Sweet! New Backstreet Boys!" Molly held up a cd.
"You like them?" Remy looked incredulously at her.
"Guilty. Have since I was, like, thirteen. I'm a big geek. What do you like?" She smiled.
"Rock, jazz, stuff like that," He said, "I'll get it for you if you want. Make up for the eating animals faux pas."
"Oh, no. You really don't have to..."
"It's no trouble," Remy snatched it from her hands in one swift motion. He went up to the counter and paid for it, leaving her standing there looking dumbfounded. He was so fast.
"Okay. Ready?" He walked back and handed her the bag. "Uh, yeah. Thanks Remy," She smiled.
"Vous etes les bienvenus, Cherie," He winked.
All at once about eight of the female costumers heads shot up from looking through CDs.
They all ran over and crowded around Remy like he was a movie star. Molly found herself shoved out of the way.
"Oh my gosh! you speak _French_?! That's so, so cool!" A red head in pigtails shouted.
"Are you single?"
"You're really HOT!"
"I saw him first!"
"You did not!"
"What else can you say?"
They went on and on.
"Sorry girls, but I'm not looking today. I'm just hanging out," Remy held up his hands in a gesture of peace.
Molly worked to steady herself against a magazine rack.
Suddenly a hand shot out with a business card in it. Molly looked up to see a tall blonde girl in a tube top and short white skirt holding out the card. "Hey, your brother's really cute. Give him my number, okay sweetie?"
Mollys eye widened as she just took the card. She wasn't sure what to say. "Uh, thanks, but he's not my..."
Molly looked up to see the girl was gone. Molly looked at the card and frowned. First she got shoved out of the way,
then some chick in a white skirt gave her a number to give to Remy thinking Molly was his _sister?
Great. Just peachy.
Molly watched Remy back out of the crowd. She went back over to him and they walked out.
She sucked in a breath and let it out. "Ummm, here. This is for you. Some blonde girl, uh, asked me to give it to you.
She-she thought I was your sister. Pretty stupid, huh?" Molly smiled, trying to hold back tears as her heart sank. She felt empty inside. She felt sick.
Remy looked at the card, then at Molly.
Mollys eye were welling up, but she fought it. She wasn't going to cry in front of him. Not if she could help it.
Remy shook his head. "Like I said, I'm not looking today," He threw the card into the trash.
Molly smiled. What did that mean? Did that mean he liked spending time with her? Was she reading too much into it?
They got in the car. "Um, thanks I guess. Though I'm not sure what I'm thanking you for," Molly said.
"Well that girl was kind of rude. You're not my sister. You could've been my girlfriend or something. And I didn't like how they shoved you out of the way," Remy said. Molly blushed a bright red.
"Why don't you put your cd in. Where do you want to go next? There's the library, the park, the grocery store..." Remy said.
"Library, please. I should get a card," Molly said.
"Library it is then," Remy drove off.