Thank you so much for the reviews! I totally freaked when I received the email. =) I was on the phone with my friend and I'm like. "Tori!! I got a review!!" Well, anyway, enjoy! -Moose.

P.S. I eff-ing suck for not getting this chapter out earlier. We had a school play and then tests, tests, and oh, more tests. Did I mention that my science teacher and reading teacher loveeee tests?? Absolutely no time left to write for foreverrrrr. I'm sorry for telling that sprazinko I'd have it up. I had an epic fail.

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Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer. Trust me, if I was, my purse would have more than tic tacs, a pack of gum, and a high school ball game season pass in it.

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I continued walking down the beach, taking it all in. Then, the next thing I knew, something hits me. In the head. Hard. It was a flying football.

"Damn it Brady! Can't you catch a football?" That's when I saw the shiny-hair-russet-skin guy running toward me.

"Shit," I rubbed my head. It was pounding.

"Hey, are you alright. Woah, you got a knot there," the guy rubbed my head slightly. "I'm Seth, by the way."

"Yeah. It' pounding. I'm Molly," I tried my best to smile.

"Here," Seth helped me up. "Do you mind coming to my sister's house for some ice? It's just down the street."

"Sure." How hard did that football hit me? I'm going to a complete stranger's sister's house to get ice for my head that got hit by said stranger's football.

We walked to his sister's house. It was just how I pictured it: small, beautiful, and homey. I loved it.

"Leah? Sam? Em? Guys?" Seth yelled through the tiny house.

"Chill Seth! We're in the living room. What do you need?" That's when I met his sister. She was quite beautiful, in a totally non-lesbian way. Her hair was dark like Seth's. She had his eyes, too. She was as tall as me.

"Leah, this is Molly. Brady and I were throwing the football and Brady sucks at catching. So, it kinda hit her head. We need ice," Seth said it all as Leah turned her glare to high volume. I believe I cringed.

"Hi, sweetie, are you okay? Can I see your head?" Her eyes were as kind to me as they were deadly to Seth.

"Howdy. Sure, but don't worry about it. It ain't too bad. I've played a ball game with a concussion and a bloody nose," I thought back on the game against Albany when I saw their confused looks. "Albany plays tough. This girl slammed me into the court and I didn't even realize that my nose was bleeding until Matt pulled me out of the game. I kept telling him I was fine, but he didn't listen, insisting that Abbi play the rest of the quarter for me. Anyway, I didn't realize that we were black and gold either. So, I pull my jersey over my nose and wipe away the blood. Boy, my mom wasn't happy about the big red blob on my jersey. I'm rambling, ain't I? I should probably go. I'm sure y'all have better things to do," I turned to leave, but Leah stopped me.

"Hon, please. I have nothing better to do," she turned towards the living room, "Sam, can you come here for a sec. You know, to make sure she don't have a concussion."

"Seth, what did you do to the girl?" Sam has huge. No kidding. He had to be at least six foot seven. He's taller than Coach Big Man Bibb!

"If Brady could catch a fucking football…" Seth mumbled as Sam smiled and shook his head.

"Language around the lady Seth Clearwater! Mom taught us better," Leah gave him another stern look.

"It's fine Miss Clearwater. I've grown up with two older brothers and friends that cuss like sailors. I ain't no stranger to language."

"Sam honey, look at her head. I don't want her to go into a coma when she goes to sleep tonight," Leah made a funny… kinda.

"Okay. Who are you?"

"Molly Tompkins."

"Who's the president?"

"Seriously? Who I wish? Fred Thompson. Who is? Barrack Obama."

"Can you walk in a straight line for me?"

"Sure. If I don't trip," I started walking in a straight line. Thankfully, I didn't fall.

"You're just fine. Well, you have no concussion, just a huge knot," Sam told me, seeming so sure that I had to trust him. He's like a leader or something…

"Thanks," I smiled. "I'll, uh, just go then. See y'all sometime."

"Hold on Molly. Let me get my phone," Leah ran to her living room to, to my knowledge, get her phone. And then ran back. "Let's trade numbers." She wiped a strand of hair from her face.

"Sure," I handed her my own. Apparently we had the same phone.

Leah handed me my phone and that's when I left. I called my mom for her to pick me up at the beach. She is gonna freak when she sees this bump…

"Hey Moll," I stepped into the Land Cruiser. "Holy Shit! What the Hell happened to your head?!" Told ya.

"Two guys were throwing a football and I kinda got hit in the head," I admitted.

My ma sighed, " Graceful on the court, clumsy as can be off the court."

"I know," I laughed. Everyone says that to me.

We drove home and I ate a slice of pizza before heading upstairs. I checked my computer and signed into MSN Messenger. Brittany is online! Yesss.

Molly! Heyy. - BritBrit

Brit Neggie! Howdy. Whats up??- Moose.

Nothing much.. What about you?- BritBrit

We just moved! Ahh, I know. I'm out of the country, but I'm closer to ya. lol.- Moose

Oooo. Where did ya move to??- BritBrit

Washington. -Moose

That is lots closer to Cali. - BritBrit

I continued talking to my Harry Potter fan friend from California. It was getting late so I told her I'd talk to her tomorrow.

I went to bed and tonight was the night that I first dreamt about shiny haired Seth Cleawater.

Okay… I know it's a lot shorter, but like I said I've had no time to write. Blah. Don't freak when I say this, but I love y'all! So please don't come after me with pitchforks.