A/N: So, Fanfiction is obviously angry that I neglected it for so long and decided to make my story inaccessable to anyone (including me) causing an angry author to delete it and reupload it.

So, if you reviewed, they're gone. I'm sorry. The story was just being asdfghjkl. BUT, in being angry and bored, new poop (a.k.a. chapter two) decided to fall out of my brain. Enjoy, fellow fanfiction-ers. And if this doesn't get 3 reviews, an update won't be gaurenteed.

(AGAIN: So sorry for all the spelling and grammar. There isn't too much but I know there's some. I have to download Microsoft again .)

Two

Climbing a tree was a dumb idea.

Sure, getting up there and seeing the town from a high perspective was absolutely radical but Molly knew getting down would be a hassle.

First, she tried just clutching to each branch and jumping like a squirrel to the next but that became a bit difficult. Then she just sort of made her way down.

It turns out that Mikey hadn't really left he was just hanging out behind some bushes reading a Stephen King novel and blasting the Smashing Pumpkins on his iPod.

Molly sat next to him and sort of played with the dirt and grass for a little while then became slightly worried about school but that thought erased from her mind. She had never missed a day of school. Ever. She tolerated every single awful second of it. She didn't like to but she did it anyway.

A few moments after a song ended, Mikey looked to her and mumbled, "Freedom."

It took Molly a few seconds to digest what word he had said. Freedom? What does that even mean? Molly had never done anything that lost her freedom. Her mom trusted her more than any other person. Lindsey accidentally stayed out past her curfue once which costed a lot of mom's respect and trust for her because she was always afraid that Lindsey was sleeping with Gerard. They were close but they weren't stupid. If only mom had realized that.

Dallon had been out late multiple times-on school nights too-at local cafes playing ukelele and singing for a few bucks. Mom didn't like that. Molly couldn't comprehend why. It was a way for Dallon to earn money and have some sort of fanbase on some level.

So, Molly had been the favorite child. The only thing even close to dangerous that she had done was let Lindsey drive her home from school once when she only had her permit. But that was mostly Lindsey's fault.

One day of school wouldn't be the end of the world. Or the start of bad habits. It was just one day. After that, everything would go back to the boring, awful hell she was trapped in from the day she was born.

"What sort of freedom?" Molly finally replied, looking up at his mysteriously misty dark eyes. She squinted at him and twiddled her thumbs together, leaning her head on a rock and inhaling deeply.

"The sort of freedom that Gerard and Lindsey have. The way that they act. Feel. Touch. It's strange to say aloud, I know, but they always seem like they are the only people left on the planet and they have this sort of duty or obligation to be like that. It's almost like they were put on this earth to find each other and spend every second exchanging words and sentences and thoughts. Bizarre. But I'm sure you know it's true. They just seem so... so..."

Molly rubbed her forehead and mumbled, "Perfect."

"Exactly! Perfect! Like puzzles missing a few pieces and they equade into their life. If that makes any sense."

It made perfect sense. That's exactly how she saw it. And she knew it was wrong to think this but she was so jealous. She wished she had the confidence to act that way around people and not be constantly concerned about who was judging her or what people would say if she put herself out there. It seemed like there was no 'freedom' in it as Mikey said. It seemed like she was put on this planet to watch other people immerse themselves into their purpose as she sat on the sidelines and waited to wake up and realize that she needed to do something. She needed to figure out why she wasn't like everyone else. Why she went unnoticed and everyone had SOMETHING.

"Of course it does. It shouldn't. I wouldn't to anyone other than you and I but it does," Molly said, placing her hands on her stomach and concintrating on her breathing.

She could hear the sound of his book reach the ground and soil and she could feel his eyes watching her every move. She closed hers, wishing that everything would just go away. All the chances she had to make something out of herself when she still had the proper chance to. She closed her eyes and smelled the soft earth beneath her.

Mikey lay down next to her, staring up at the sky. And even though he wasn't exactly sure why he had taken Molly to this park and why they were talking about the things they had talked about, it felt right.

"Do you think there's still hope left for us in the world?" Molly asked, breaking the peaceful silence, the words burning on her tounge as if they shouldn't have even escaped her lips. She heard Mikey sigh.

"Always. For you, maybe. I mean, you don't seem to have made any mistakes. You have a mom that loves and supports you. She favors you. That's something I don't have."

"How would you know anything about my family?" Molly questioned, opening her eyes and turning onto her side so she could get a good look at Mikey and see if his face was honest.

"Lindsey tells Gerard everything. Gerard tells me everything. And it's odd because my mother thinks that he has much more potential than I ever will. He's always doing art shows and sending comics to big corperations or getting invatations from Comic Con and I just get good grades, stay out of trouble, and eat my vegatables. That's it. I don't have any specific talent or gift. I don't have the great looks or charm that Gerard easily posesses-" Molly greatly disagreed with this. While Gerard was certainly not bad looking, there was something so intruiging about Mikey that drove her nuts. "-Or even the guts to put myself out into the world."

Molly couldn't help but blurt out the six words, "But I take interest in you."

What was that supposed to even mean? 'I take interest in you' what was he, a freaking car? No. Oh lord. Maybe Molly should've just kept her mouth shut. Talking wasn't a great idea.

Then again, Mikey was chuckling. So, maybe that sentence wasn't as horrifying as she originally believed.

"Are you laughing because that was really stupid? If you are, I do realize that I'm an embarassing disgrace to mankind and I should probably be locked up," Molly added.

Mikey smirked and crossed his legs in a criss cross position, sitting up and taking his jacket off. "No, it's cute. Which is weird to say because I've never taken any relative sort of interest in any girl. Except you..." Mikey then proceeded to look up at the sky and just stare at clouds for a few moments.

Molly's heart was racing. No one had even complimented her before. Maybe a "great job!" on tests here and there but never anything from someone she really had 'interest' in.

"We should've started talking a long time ago," Molly said in almost a whisper, afraid he would disagree or think she was out of her mind.

"I know. I've wanted to. I just thought you seemed trapped in a bubble that you didn't WANT to get out of. I thought you were happy with the way things were. But I wasn't all that happy with it. So, today, I decided to fufill my happiness. Even if it meant the chance of loosing yours. I was willing to take that risk."

Big. Words. Too. Smart. Complications.

But he was adorable.

WAIT. WHY WAS HE LEAVING. DON'T LEAVE.

Mikey was getting all his stuff together and looked like he had enough of the park.

"Where are you off to?" Molly smiled. She didn't want him to go. Ever.

"Home. Probably. You should get some rest. You look wiped out from all your tree climbing activities."

Molly tried as hard as she could to look the least disappointed as possible but he could tell. Obviously.

"Cheer up, kid. I'll see you first thing in the morning at school!" Mikey mused as he started to walk away.

He left a very conflicted Molly sitting alone at a park with no idea what to do next.