Mollie had been so lost in her own haze of confusion and love that she forgot to be mean to her foster mom, Anne. Mollie didn't see anything wrong with Anne. In fact, she thought Anne would be the perfect mother. So, when Mollie flopped down on the couch, eyes glazed over, staring at the ceiling, Anne came in and sat next to her and said something that made Mollie feel very close to her. She said, "Who's the lucky boy? Was he hot?"

You have no idea how badly Mollie blushed, thinking back to Isaac's lips on hers. All she could do was nod, though. She felt this odd feeling in her stomach. Butterflies? Is this serious? Mollie laughed out loud, looking at Anne in absolute horror, but also in gratitude. Mollie thought she might explode if she didn't tell anyone about what had happened between them.

"Well," she started, blushing immensely still, "his name is Isaac. Now, if I'm being honest with you, I usually distance myself with people. But he...he challenges me. No one ever does that. And I like it. He started talking to me. Hot guys never talk to me! Like ever. He even drove me here, Anne! And..." Mollie trailed off, nervous about what Anne would say about the kiss. Anne gave her a look that said 'go on!' and so she did. "...he kissed me. Well, he asked me if I wanted to kiss him and I said yes and I tried so hard to resist and then I just kissed him and he kissed back and then I came inside and...oh my god, his lips! Unf," Mollie rambled, going on and on without breathing.

Anne paused for a second then broke out into a wide grin. "Damn, girl!" she said, "I wish I had had game like that when I was your age!" Mollie let a relieved sigh and just laughed.

To be honest, this was Mollie's first 'girl friend,' as it were. She felt close to Anne already and she had on been there in Beacon Hills for two days! Mollie looked at Anne for a moment and then confessed, "Anne, if I'm being honest, I've never really liked my foster families. They either beat me or liked to give me space or were just too strict. But...with you...it just feels like home. You're the perfect mom."

Mollie wanted to smile at her last sentence, she really did, but, instead, she cringed. Her birth mother...she had been perfect. Mollie missed her under every circumstance and would do anything to get her back, but still she had said it to Anne, to her new friend. Mollie didn't know what to say or what to feel. That's when she remembered what she was. She remembered that she was broken, unreachable. But something about this place was making her not-so-distant. She didn't know if she wanted her wall to come down quite yet. She knew one thing for sure, though. It all started when Isaac had started talking to her. She didn't know what to do about that.

Anne cocked her head to the side and looked at Mollie for a minute then, seemingly decided, wrapped her arms around Mollie and said soothingly, "Mollie... That was sweet, it really was, but I know that you can't and won't give me full reign over being your mom full time. So, for now, let me just be your friend." Anne gave her a warm smile and got up then said, "So how about some Christmas cookies? Christmas is just around the corner, might as well get some good cookies out of it!" Mollie grinned for the first time in a long time. Anne was right; she might as well get some good cookies out of it!

An hour later, Anne and Mollie were laughing and throwing cookie dough at each other. Anne yelled over Mollie's laughter, "I probably should've mentioned that I don't know how to cook cookies!" Mollie knew that this was definitely the most fun she had had in way too long. Yes, it had been too long, and she liked this, she liked the fun that she was having in this small town. She, once again, felt like she was meant to be there. Maybe she would never get rid of the feeling. Maybe.

After an epic battle with cookie dough flying everywhere, dough in the hair, and loud battle cries, Mollie and Anne flopped down on the couch, practically glowing in the after-battle high. Mollie looked over at Anne and said, "We should do that again sometime." Anne chuckled and said, "Next time we use raw meat?" Mollie nodded and held out her hand, which Anne took and shook.

"It's a date."

Mollie had never been a typical teenager. She had never kissed someone, bonded with a friend, had raging hormones, obsessed over a guy nonstop, or went around telling gossip to all her friends. Since she's moved here, to Beacon Hills, she's already accomplished four out of five of those. It's just something about this place that makes her feel...normal, even though she's anything but. Here, she can be who she was supposed to be.

Mollie found herself wondering if she would've ever met Isaac if her parents hadn't died and she hadn't gone into foster homes and been rejected from all of them. "At least one good thing came out of it," she thought bitterly to herself. Isaac was special to her in a way that she didn't think even she understood yet. It was like she was meant to be with him, to talk to him, to feel him next to her. She knew it was irrational to think that way about someone she had met just that day, but she couldn't help it. Isaac was meant for her. Somehow, some way, he was meant for her.

Mollie shook her head, clearing away the previous thoughts that had been invading her mind over the past half hour. She flicked her light off and hopped in the bed, letting herself drift off into sleep where Isaac surely wouldn't find her.

Mollie woke up out of breath and wide-eyed. She remembered the dream vividly. Well, it hadn't been a dream exactly, but more like a video replaying itself over and over. It had been dark. She had been by the woods. There, she had looked to the side and had seen two yellow, glowing eyes that seemed to stare into her very soul, seemed to know her. This had played over in her mind the whole time she had been asleep. She had been woken when Anne had walked into the room and turned the light on, invading the darkness that Mollie had previously been in.

Anne raised an eyebrow and said, "Nightmare?" Mollie sighed and ran her hand through her hair, starting to get out of bed, and said, "Not exactly." Anne looked at her for a moment and then replied, "I never know what to do with 'not exactly.'"

Mollie shrugged it off and started putting her clothes on. She wore some dark black jeans with a shirt that said, "Made in China." in Chinese and English. She tied on her red sneakers while she snacked on a poptart. She briefly looked at herself in the mirror, seeing her hair falling around her shoulders. Mollie didn't like to look in the mirror, not because she thought she was ugly or fat, but because, to her, mirrors didn't make any sense. When you look in a mirror, you see yourself outside. Mollie thought there should be a mirror that showed you your true self. That way, people would stop lying to themselves and to others about who they are.

Mollie headed for the door, pulling on her red hoodie and grabbing her book bag, calling out to Anne, "I'm borrowing your car!" Mollie heard Anne reply, "Don't wreck!" right before she shut the door and walked to Anne's blue Jeep, hopping in and cranking it up. Mollie loved Jeeps. She loved that there weren't really that many windows or can walls separating her from the outside. She wanted to feel the wind through her hair as she cruised down the road. Mollie blasted her current favorite radio station and sang along while zipping through traffic and parked in the school parking lot. Coincidentally, she parked beside another Jeep, this one silver.

She quickly grabbed her things and ran off to English, sitting back in her middle seat. When she sat there, she thought about who she had been yesterday morning and who the town had turned her into. This town had made her new, made her improved. She felt great, but, most importantly, she felt free. Mollie hadn't felt free since she was 8-years-old. That's a long time to have been trapped in your own thoughts and sorrows.

Today was her second day at Beacon Hills high school and she had a total of one friend, if you could even call a mysterious guy who she made-out with on her front porch her friend... Mollie quickly removed the picture of her kissing Isaac away from her head before the hormones caught up with her.

Speaking of hormones, Isaac, in the flesh, walked into the room. He acted like absolutely nothing interesting had happened to him in the past 24 hours, but then Mollie saw the slight glint in his eye when he looked at her and smiled inwardly to herself. He made it look like nothing out of the ordinary had happened as he sat behind Mollie.

Isaac pulled out a piece of paper, looking at the back of Mollie's head as he wrote:

"Hey. What're you doing this afternoon?"

She took the paper from him and started writing.

"I think I'm going to a little kid's birthday party. Why?"

"Well, I was going to ask you out, but now I see that's out if the picture."

"Speaking of pictures and views, stop staring at my butt. I can feel your eyes on it."

"Stop wanting me to."

"Touché."

Mollie sent the last word to him with a little smile and then the teacher walked in and class commenced. Mollie would've continued her cycle of pretending she was listening to the teacher and then getting good grades if it hadn't been for her still feeling Isaac's eyes on her back and his breath on the back of her neck, reminding her of when his breath was blowing on her right before they kissed. You could say she was wide awake the whole class period.

Isaac was doing it on purpose, somehow knowing what would keep her on edge, but unable to do anything. He also knew she liked it, even if she wouldn't admit it, not even to herself. Isaac had met her yesterday but he felt like he knew her like the back of his hand. He knew she had changed a great deal since yesterday and he took pride in knowing that some of it had to do with him. But, he also knew that she hadn't transformed completely. She was still part of the girl who was broken, lost, and wanted her parents back. She would always have a part of that girl with her, no matter what Isaac did or said. No amount of anything could take that part of her away from herself.

When the bell rang, Mollie quickly got out of her seat and left. She couldn't take Isaac's teasing any longer. Her hormones were on red alert and Mollie thought that if someone even touched her, she would explode. But, being as she was rushing, she ran smack into someone and she fell over on top of them, causing them both to hit the ground.

Underneath her was a guy that she had seen in one of her classes. She thought Stiles was his name. Stiles was really awkward, but funny and ridiculously hot for someone who could never get a girlfriend. He groaned before he looked up at her and grinned slightly before saying casually, "Glad I could be your choice of cushion." He sounded awkward when he said it, but there was also a way he said it that made Mollie want to laugh. She sat back, inexplicably sitting back on something that she definitely didn't mean to sit back on. Stiles closed his eyes, threw his head back, and groaned again. She looked around for a minute before realizing what she had done. She blushed and was about to apologize when strong arms lifted her off of Stiles.

It was Isaac. It wasn't the Isaac she knew, or, thought she knew. This was an Isaac that was extremely annoyed and extremely jealous. Stiles scrambled to his feet and said, "Hey Isaac. Thanks for getting her off me. If I didn't know any better, I'd say she liked being there." He grinned and Mollie gave him a half smile in return. But, while they had that exchange, Isaac said, "It's a good thing you know better. See you later, Stiles."

Isaac wrapped his arm around Mollie's shoulders and guided her away from Stiles. After a moment, she took his arm away from her, although she loved the feel of it around her, and said crossly, "What'd you do that for?"

"Can't have him thinking that you like him, now can we? Stiles can't keep a girlfriend to save his life."

"What if I do like him?"

"You don't. You like me. Remember? We kissed, Mollie."

"What if that didn't mean anything to me?"

"Prove it."

Just those two words made Mollie extremely dangerous, not only to the people around her, but to herself. She glared at Isaac then called back to Stiles, "Hey Stiles! Wait up!" Mollie knew what she was about to do as she walked alongside Stiles, but that didn't stop her from being nervous. No matter how much she liked Isaac, he was not allowed to challenge her. Mollie stopped Stiles for a minute and turned him towards her. He said, "Wha-?" Stiles didn't get to finish his sentence, though, because Mollie reached up and kissed him. Hard.

Stiles was completely shocked at first and didn't move, but, once he got his bearings, he began to move his lips with hers, totally unaware of Isaac looking at both of them. If looks could kill, he would've done it by now. Many times. Stiles continued to kiss Mollie, until, finally, she pulled away and grinned up at him. "Glad I could be the girl you kissed," she said, heading towards her class, already late. She was pretty sure she heard him mumble, "I am too." before she went in. As soon as the door shut, she regretted it immediately.

The whole day Mollie was nervous about seeing Isaac again. She was all set to apologize to him, to make it up to him. When she sat down in Art class, she was practically shaking with anticipation at seeing him again.

As soon as the thought went out the other side of her brain, Isaac walked into the room. Suddenly, it was like they were the only two people in the room as their eyes locked. He walked over to her and sat beside her and the fantasy was gone.

She started apologizing, "Isaac, I'm so sorry that I did that to Stiles. It's just... You challenged me. Who care if it was about something that was true? It was still a challenge. I knew back down from a challenge. Anyways, Isaac, I do like you. I like you a lot. I know I'm doing everything wrong and it's because, for the past seventeen years of my life, I haven't had a boyfriend or a kiss or hormones... I don't really know what I'm doing."

Isaac looked down at her, his eyes gone soft. He half smiled and said, "I'm sorry for getting jealous."

"Look, I like Stiles, but as a friend. Isaac, you've got to understand. I haven't had friends since I was eight. He seems to be my first friend. I wasn't trying to make you jealous and I don't think you should be jealous, especially not of Stiles. Just, let me have my friends."

He smiled and nodded then leaned down and kissed her cheek, acting like it was nothing out of the ordinary when few people saw. But, it was out of the ordinary. Her whole life was out of the ordinary. This was not her, had not been 'her' for so long. She didn't know what she was doing or how to control herself. She was starting from scratch. Maybe it would be a good thing.

The Art teacher walked into the room and told us today's lesson. Today we were supposed to draw what we think about most, as of right now. Mollie immediately looked over at Isaac, who didn't seem to notice the glance. She grabbed her piece of paper and drawing tools and set to work.

Isaac was completely focused on his art work, which she refused to look at until she was finished. She could only see one side of his face, so she pictured his face in her mind as she had done so many times the night before. She started sketching the outline of his face and then continued to sketch his curly brown hair and emotionless, but seemingly passionate eyes. She drew his cheekbones and full lips, slightly open, biting his tongue. She then continued to color the masterpiece in. Although it was very obviously Isaac, there was just something that seemed to her like it really wasn't showing her who Isaac was. Not really. But, looking down at it, she remembered the time he had looked exactly like this. This had been the face he had given her before they kissed. This had been the face that made her hormones pop.

Since she was finished, she decided that it was time to look at Isaac's art. What she saw immediately made her not feel awkward for what she drew. Isaac was in the middle of coloring in what he had drawn. What he had drawn was her. Except, he had drawn something that had not happened between them yet, something she had never experienced, something no high schooler had experienced.

It was her in a bed, his bed, she guessed. She was obviously naked, but you could only tell because you saw her shoulders and up and there was no cloth on her shoulders. She was asleep and there was clearly a picture of Isaac in front of her, holding out breakfast for her on a tray. But there was something that she noticed on the tray, around a thing of sausage. It was a ring.

Mollie looked up at him, shocked. "I..." she trailed off, unsure what to say. He was already thinking about that stuff? She wasn't even sure if they were 'dating' yet! Isaac looked down at her, eyes somber. "Sorry if it's a bit forward..," he said, still looking down at her.

While they shared a moment, Stiles was in English with Scott, Allison, and Lydia. "Dude, I swear! She just turned me around and kissed me. No questions asked," Stiles was saying to Scott while they waited for the teacher to arrive. "Well, Isaac obviously likes her. He may have even marked her as his. If he does, anyone who touches her, he will literally kill them. And, I don't know about you, but I value my life, no matter how hot this girl is," Scott said as Lydia and Allison rolled their eyes.

Lydia dabbed her plump lips with lip-stick/lip-gloss for the thousandth time that day and said, "Well, if she kissed Stiles, then she's obviously not that 'hot,' or sane, for that matter." Stiles scoffed, "Hey! I'm here, you know!" Allison and Scott just laughed as Lydia said, "Yes, you are."

Soon the bell rang and Mollie got her things together. She thought Isaac was going offer to give her a ride and she remembered that she had rode Anne's car to school that morning. Before Isaac could say anything, she said, "Hey, do you need a ride home?" He shrugged and nodded, "Sure, that'd be nice. What kind of car do you have?"

"Well, it's not my car. It's my foster mom, Anne's, car. She let me borrow it. Plus, I'm not really good with the specifics of cars and such."

He nodded as they walked into the parking lot, heading towards Mollie's, well, Anne's, car. What they didn't see, though, was Scott, Stiles, Allison, and Lydia walking towards them, well, towards Stiles's car which was right next to Mollie's. They found out soon enough because they got to Mollie's car at the same time that Stiles and they got into his.

Mollie sort of stood there for a moment as they all looked at each other. She needed to know how to handle this awkward tension. So, probably unwisely, she said, simply, "Hi." Isaac snorted and she batted her hand at his stomach. For some reason, she got the feeling that if anyone else had done that, he wouldn't have taken it so lightly.

Scott held out his hand to Mollie and said, "Hi, I'm Scott." She shook his hand, feeling the calluses on his hands from lacrosse. She gave him a warm smile that he smirked at slightly, which confused her, but she just left it alone. Stiles, being extremely awkward as always, said, "This is the girl that kissed me! See, Scott? I told you she was hot." Mollie blushed a deep red and Isaac glared at him without it going unnoticed by Scott.

Scott pulled Isaac and Stiles to the side for a moment, leaving Allison, Lydia, and Mollie alone together. Mollie looked at Scott dragging Isaac away for a moment before turning back to the girls, wide-eyed. "I... Uh..." she said. Lydia eyed her for a moment, walking around her, obviously judging her. She said, "It's true. You're hot. Not hotter than me, of course, but you're up there. But why the hell did you kiss Stiles?" Mollie didn't want to have to explain all about her parents and how Isaac had been there for her or the challenge he gave her. So, instead, she said, "He's hot."

Meanwhile, the guys were having a bit of a disagreement. Scott said, "Isaac, did you mark that girl?" Isaac hissed at Stiles, ignoring Scott's question, "Don't you fucking touch her. She is mine." Stiles backed up towards Scott a bit. You never know what hormonal werewolves will do. "Fine!" Isaac said, "I didn't mark her. Not yet. But that doesn't give Stiles the right to go creeping on her!" Scott looked back and forth from Isaac to Stiles, who was still slightly hiding behind him. "Actually, Isaac, if Mollie doesn't mind, Stiles can really do anything he wants unless she's your girlfriend. Which, we're about to find out if she is."

Isaac glared at him while they both listened to the girls' conversation with their keen werewolf ears. They heard Lydia calling Mollie hot and then asking why Mollie kissed Stiles. Scott listened hard, waiting for Mollie's response. She said, "He's hot." Scott could practically feel Isaac's body go rigid. "Now, that doesn't sound like something your girlfriend would say, Isaac." Stiles looked at them, utterly confused, and said, "What the hell just happened?"

"Mollie called you hot," Scott answered.

Stiles brushed the invisible dust off his shoulders and said, "Well, I am very good looking." Isaac scoffed and turned around, walking towards Mollie and the girls who were laughing about the guy who had farted at lunch.

Isaac wrapped his arm around her shoulders and said, "Well, it was nice talking to you, but I think we're going to now." Mollie smiled at the girls and got in her car, her mind spinning about the conversation they had had. She had had an actual conversation with two girls that didn't make her want to run away screaming. Lydia was a little hard to talk to, but she liked her. She had liked both of them. This place not only brought out her true self, but also her true friends.

She decided to, for once, not to think about her life and decided to think about the seriously hot guy that just happened to be looking across from her right at the moment. She stuck her tongue out at him and grinned.

"Hey, can you type in your address in the GPS?"

Isaac nodded and typed it in. Mollie turned the music up really loud before leaving the parking lot and started singing along with the song, which just happened to be "Demons" by Imagine Dragons. It just...spoke to her in a way that she didn't know how to explain. Anyways, she started driving to Isaac's house.

She discovered soon, though, that Isaac lived with some guy named Derek. "Who is Derek?" she asked when Isaac told her. He smiled slightly and said, "I guess he's sort of my guardian. Although, he's more of a pack mom than a leader." Isaac chuckled, but Mollie didn't really get the joke. How could she have? She didn't know that werewolves existed. Mollie walked Isaac up to his door and he turned around facing her. Mollie decided that it was time for payback. She said, "Do you like it here?"

"Yep."

"Is Derek nice?"

"Yeah."

"Would you give it all up for a three day trip to Italy?"

"Hell yes."

"Do you wanna kiss me as much as I wanna kiss you?"

"And another hell yes."

Isaac's mind was racing. Mollie was obviously copying what he had done to her the day before. He was in her position, except that he needed to stop his hormones for a different reason. He knew that Derek always listened to him walking up to the steps, and he was surely listening to what Mollie had been saying. He didn't know what he'd do if Derek decided to come 'investigate.'

Isaac's hormones said something different as Mollie put her hand on his chest and stood on her toes so that she could be equal in height with him. She was looking up at him with a determination that made her look so sexy. He was at a loss for what to do. But, as soon as Mollie laid her forehead against his and leaned in, every thought about not kissing her right then washed away.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her toward him, not only giving into his hormones, but also into his werewolf instincts. She crashed her lips onto his, thankful for his hands on her hips keeping her steady, otherwise she would've fallen. Mollie reached her hands up and tangled her fingers in the hair behind Isaac's head.

Then, Isaac's worst fears came true. Well, they had been leaning against the door, so it was basically holding them up. So, when Derek took the door and pulled it wide open, Isaac and Mollie fell backwards. Mollie looked up at Derek in shock and embarrassment, a trail of spit still connecting her and Isaac's lips. She quickly scrambled to her feet and stuttered, "I-I, uh, was just..."

Mollie felt absolutely horrified of herself. Usually she was string and tough, not scared of some muscle-y guy she'd just met, but she had gone soft. She had gone soft the second she met Isaac. So, she stood up straighter and said, "Who the hell are you?" Derek raised his eyebrows so high, Mollie thought they might have gone off his head. He answered, "I'm Derek. Isaac's guardian." Mollie would've blushed at the fact that she'd just said something like that to the person who watched over Isaac, but he fought it off.

Isaac said, "Well, Mollie was just leaving..." He trailed off, nervous about what Derek would say to Mollie if he didn't get her out of there now. He quickly, but gently, pushed Mollie outside and gave her a peck on the cheek before slamming the door in her perfect face.

Derek said, "Quite the charmer you've got there. You do know you aren't allowed to be with a human, right, Isaac?"

"But Scott is with Allison!"

"That's different. She knows about us and what we are. Mollie doesn't. That's dangerous."

"Well, lots of things are dangerous, Derek! Maybe I should just mark her so that you guys will get off my back!"

"You can't do that, Isaac, and you know it."

"Ugh! I guess you really are the pack mom."

As Isaac stormed off to his room, Derek said in a high-pitched voice, "Don't forget to pick up your tight-y white-ies on the way to your room!" Isaac groaned and Derek chuckled, settling back down on the couch.

Meanwhile, Mollie was a confused mess. Why had Isaac acted that way about her meeting Derek? It wasn't that big a deal. She trudged back to Anne's car and hopped in, thinking everything that had happened that day over in her head as she cranked the car. Surprisingly, she remembered how to get to her house from Isaac's.

She rocked out in Anne's car to music while she drives to her house, thankful that no one could see her. That would've been über embarrassing. She realized something. Mollie had already started to think of Anne's house as "her house." Mollie was glad that she had finally found a place that she fit in, but she was also sad that she was losing the strong, determined side of herself. That side of herself was how she had survived life.

Arriving at the house, she parked Anne's car in the driveway and uncranked it, pulling the keys out and taking them with her inside. She laid then down on the kitchen counter when she walked in and called out, "Anne! I'm home!"

Mollie heard Anne bustling around in laundry room, washing clothes. They were mostly hers considering Mollie had only been living there for two or three days. Anne called back to Mollie, "Don't forget that we have my niece's birthday party to go to in an hour!"

Mollie almost groaned aloud, and then quickly stopped herself, knowing how much this party meant to Anne. Anne's niece, Ginny, has down syndrome and she's turning five tomorrow and they're having her party today because it's a Friday. Mollie might not have as much sympathy as she should for people like that, but it's only because, if she were them, she wouldn't want people to look at them like they weren't normal, didn't fit in. She'd want to be treated like everyone else, not different.

So, Mollie agreed to go with Anne to the party and, well, party. Mollie didn't really ever go to parties with other teenagers. So, basically, this party would probably be the highlight of her year. If you think it's sad, that's because it is.

Mollie sat on the couch and watched TV, letting the time pass by while eating a snack.

The time passed by quickly. Soon enough, Anne was telling Mollie it was time to go and Mollie went and put her bikini on under her clothes in case she decided she would get in the water. Anne and she drove to the park/waterpark in silence, with only the soft hum of the car and quiet music filling in the voiceless gap. The silence wasn't awkward, though, like most. This silence was comfortable, they were comfortable.

Upon arriving at the party, Mollie looked around at all the little kids. She thought it was so unfair to them that they got to be little, little and careless, yes, but they also would be exposed to the world soon. And, like most, they probably won't like what's been exposed to them. Like is like a rollercoaster, yes, but it's not like it in the most important way. It's not like it in the way that you can choose to not ride a rollercoaster. With life, it's do or die. They seemed happy now, running around, playing with friends at a party. Maybe that's all that matters for now.

Mollie got out of the car and walked over to the group of kids. She looked around and finally spotted Ginny. Mollie recognized her from some pictures Anne had shown Mollie of her. Mollie walked up to Ginny and bent down, then talked to her in that baby voice that she hates to use, especially to kids who don't understand that they're basically being mocked.

"Hi, Ginny! You don't know me, but my name is Mollie! It's so nice to meet you!"

Mollie held her arms out for a hug even though she hated hugs and really didn't want the smaller child to drool on her. She smiled up at her, a sweet and innocent smile that was full of happiness, and hugged Mollie. As much as she didn't want to, Mollie felt sympathy for this girl, this small girl, whose chance of ever being looked at as just a girl was now gone because of some unfair syndrome that she didn't ask for.

Mollie smiled back, holding back tears as she walked away and sat down at a table in the park. Mollie quickly got bored of the party. All the kids did was run around and laugh, no conversations, no interactions. Mollie had nothing better to do, so she started watching the joggers going on the track around the park/waterpark.

She didn't even realize one guy was walking towards her until he was a few yards away from her. Mollie looked up, suddenly a little panicked. Then, she noticed something. No, she recognized something. The shape of the guys body, the way he walked...she knew that body and that walk. It was Isaac. He pulled down his hood and took off his sunglasses, now only a few feet away. He grinned at her, "What're you doing here?"

Isaac knew what she was doing here, he had followed her here, but he wasn't going to let her know that. She'd think he was strange and creepy and that was the last thing that he wanted her to think of him as. Mollie looked up at him disbelievingly. "I told you that I had to go to a little kid's birthday party. This is where it's at. What are you doing here?"

Although Isaac didn't like lying to her, he'd probably lose her if he told her the truth that he was a werewolf. And the last thing that he wanted to do was lose her. He said, "I go jogging every once in a while to keep in shape for lacrosse." Mollie nodded, understanding, and said, "Why don't you sit with me?" Isaac grinned mischievously at her and shook his head.

"I have a better idea."

Those five words were how Mollie found herself soaking wet, still completely dressed, with Isaac spraying her with a water hose. It had started out simple, both of them "accidentally" getting water on each other they were soaked and a complete laughing mess. Then Isaac started assaulting her with bullets of cold water and she fell prey to him, holding up her hands to shield her eyes.

Suddenly, the water stopped hitting her and she opened her eyes after a moment, not seeing Isaac anywhere. Then, arms wrapped around her waist from behind and Isaac leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Looking for me?" Mollie blushed and turned around in his arms so she could look up at him. He smiled down at her, looking into her stormy grey-blue eyes. She smiled back, pulling him closer. "This was fun," she mumbled. Isaac couldn't stand the fact that she wasn't officially his yet any longer. He said, "Mollie, I need to ask you some-"

"Mollie! It's time to song happy birthday!"

Mollie made it over to them just in time to finish the end part of the happy birthday song. She smiled at Ginny like everyone else. Isaac had wrapped his arms around her waist from behind again and had his chin resting on her wet head. Anne raised an eyebrow as a question for Mollie, but Mollie just mouthed to her, "Later."

In the midst of all the smiling faces, Ginny's happiness, Mollie's happiness, and a lot of presents, Mollie though that maybe, for once, her day had gone just right. And, even though she hated to admit it, she loved it. She lived the perfectness of the day and of Isaac and of the party, just everything. All was well.

For now.