Disclaimer:I don't own X-Men:Evolution, just myself (Molly Callum-and that's not my real name.)

Molly cheered up a little when they reached the bookstore. A new book and a couple comics lifted her mood. They arrived back home in no time.

After dinner, Kurt and Kitty cornered her. Literally. She was just standing there and they phased through the floor backing her up into a corner.

"Uh, guys? Personal space?" Molly said. They backed off, allowing Molly room to breathe. "How did today go? You have to tell us everything!" Kitty said.
"Hang on. She's obviously upset over something. You we're quieter then usual tonight and that's saying a lot. What's going on?" Kurt said.
"It's n-nothing. You know...Remy's Remy. He likes...different girls. Girls not like me," Molly shrugged, her eyes looking sad.
"What did he say?" Kitty asked. Molly told them what happened. "We're sorry. You know, you just have to keep trying," Kitty smiled.
"Yeah. Maybe," Molly said. Right, this coming from someone who already had a boyfriend. Kurt wasn't very encouraging either, having a girlfriend looking like he did. If that was true, what did that say about Molly? Did Remy think she was ugly? Was that it?
The doorbelle rang. Molly went to answer it. "Uhh...hi," Molly looked up at Freddy.

"Th-these are for you," Freddy handed her a modest looking bouquet of flowers and a box of chocolates.
Molly just stood there with her mouth hanging open as she took the gifts. Kurt and Kitty shared the same look. "What the heck do you want Dukes?" Remy marched up. He looked at Molly, then Freddy. He obviously saw the flowers and chocolates.
Molly wanted to crawl in a hole and die. Or at the very least just crawl in a hole. This guy liked her? This guy who was at least a foot taller then she was, but seemed even bigger because of his weight? True, she wasn't a skinny chick herself and was the first one to call herself fat, but having Freddy like her was a surprise. It wasn't that she couldn't like him,
she just hadn't considered it a possibility. Besides, He hadn't shown any interest earlier.
Remy was going to laugh and make a smart remark. He was good at that sort of thing.
"...Oh! Well...I'll just...leave you alone two then," Remy said simply. He didn't smile or laugh, he just walked away.

Molly stood there a little while longer, not sure what to do or what to say. Freddy was just staring at her.

"Molly, why don't you be polite and invite our guest inside?" The Professor seemed to appear out of thin air.

"Uh, sorry. Please come inside," Molly said, letting Freddy in.

"Sure," Freddy said.

"What brings you here, ?" Xavier asked. "I just came to visit Molly that's all. Uh, sir," Freddy said.

The younger kids were passing through the foyer snickering at Molly. This was embarrassing no matter who the boy was. "Very well. Molly, why don't you take outside where you can have, some, er, privacy," Xavier said.
"Uh, sh-sure," Molly stuttered. As they left Molly could hear snippets of conversation behind them. "I think it's cute," Ororo said.
"Possibly, but I'm glad Logan's gone for the week. If he saw this he wouldn't think it's so cute," Xavier replied.

Molly wished Logan were around. Even Scott would be of help, but he and Jean were out on a date.
The two walked out and took seats on the veranda. "So, uh, thanks again for the flowers and the chocolates," Molly said.

"You're welcome," Freddy said.

Dead, utter silence.

Molly decided to open the chocolates. No sense in letting good food go to waste.
She popped one into her mouth.

"Want some?" She offered him the box.

"Sure!-I mean, no thanks. I got it special for you," He smiled. "No, no. Go ahead," Molly said.

The boy took a few and ate them in one gulp. "Um, so, uh, what do you want to talk about? I mean, you know,
why are you here? You didn't seem very interested in me earlier," Molly said.

He shrugged his huge shoulders, "I thought it over. You were kind of, you know, cute. And you're a little fat. All the girls around here are like broom handles. It's nice to see a girl that knows how to eat,"

"Uh, Freddy? Take a mental note: Don't call a girl fat if you like her. Even if it's true. Even if it's really, so obviously true that no one can deny it, don't outright call her fat. We don't like that. Ever," Molly said.

"Sorry," Freddy looked ashamed.

"But, yeah, off the record, I do like to eat. Obviously," Molly said.

"So you been to that Chinese place on fourth street yet? They make a good stir-fry,"

"Nah. Haven't been here that long. I'll have to check it out," She answered. Now he was speaking her language.
"So...you like Mexican?"

"I love it!"

The conversation flowed from there. About bon bons, eclairs and ice cream. Who they loved on food network and who they hated.
Favorite recipes and places to eat. If Taco Bell was better then an authentic Mexican resteraunt. "You guys having fun?" Kitty phased through the ground. "Hey Kitty. Yeah, we really are," Freddy said.

"Well the professor said there's leftovers if Freddy wants some and the desert is going fast so you guys had better hurry up and grab it before it goes," Kitty pointed to the kitchen where everyone had gathered, "It's peach cobbler night. With vanilla ice cream,"

"Woohoo!" Molly yelped. The two of them ran to the kitchen.

A little while later they were stuffing their faces.

"Enjoying yourselves I see," Remy seemed to appear out of nowhere. Molly looked up, her cheeks stuffed to bursting with dessert.
She swallowed, feeling embarrassed. It hurt her throat.

"Remy, hi! Yeah, it's good. Come sit with us," Molly said suddenly, then instantly regretting it lest she hurt Freddy's feelings. He really was nice. Not the conventional hot, but nice. Plus he knew his food.

Remy took a seat. Freddy didn't seem at all affected. "So, you like chicken, too right? I love fried chicken," Freddy said.

Remy suddenly laughed, "You've been talking about food this whole time and he doesn't know? How'd you manage to work around that?"

"Work around what?" Freddy asked.

"Ummm...I'm...I'm..." Molly said. She'd hurt him for sure this time.

"She doesn't eat meat. Can't tell from looking at her, but she's a vegetarian. Looks like you'll have to eat your chicken with someone else," Remy butted in.
Freddy made a face, "Ew. Sorry, you're cute, but I need somone who's down for eating ribs and chicken with me. That kind of stuff."

Molly couldn't believe it. First Remy, now this? She was getting turned down?

"W-wait a minute!" Molly turned her attention to Remy," What did you mean by 'Can't tell from looking at her'?"

Remy looked embarrassed, "Um...I just meant...well...you know you're not exactly what you'd picture an average vegetarian to look like."

"...You shouldn't call her fat, dude," Freddy took a bite of cobbler.

"So you're saying I'm fat," Molly pretended to look hurt. Convincingly so.

"Jeez! What do you want me to say, cherie? You want me to _lie_? You want me to say you look skinny?" Remy looked stressed out.

"Okay, calm down! I'm messing with you! Of course I know I'm fat, but it's like I was telling Freddy earlier, you don't ever call a girl fat. I thought you would've known that, mister ladies man," Molly said.

Okay, so girls liked Remy. Molly could accept that...as long as there was a chance he could like her back.
Freddy taking a shine to her-though short lived-had given her a bit of a confidence boost. Or at the very least restored her hope that she wasn't completely unlikable.
"Alright, I got it. Sorry," Remy looked agitated.

"Anyway, uh, so you don't like me, but we can still be friends right? We were having fun there. And you sound like you know where all the good restaurants are. Kurt only knows where all the good fast food places are at," Molly rolled her eyes as she spoke to Freddy.

"Yeah, we can be friends. No problem. Gonna have to keep an eye on Gumbo here in case he calls you fat again," Freddy reached out and rubbed Remy's hair into an awful state. "Ahh! Hey, watch it! That's my head, not a koosh ball!" Remy protested.

Molly giggled herself into a state. She laughed so hard she fell off her chair.

"Can't...breathe...can't...air!" She gasped. Fred and Remy looked at her. "Little pixie laughs too much," Remy pulled her up off the ground. Molly wasn't completely balanced, so she fell right into Remy's chest. He was very warm, even for a spring evening. She just wished it were for real and not an accident. She'd never had this kind of connection, this kind of friendship with a guy. There had to be a way to get him to take notice of her.

Remy held her up for a while until she regained composure. Molly sat back down quietly.

"I'd better go. We'll hang out again soon, okay? We can all go to that Chinese place. You'll like it," Freddy said.

"Sounds good," Molly smiled. Freddy left.

"You think he's all cute, huh?" Remy smirked. "Shut your mouth, Gumbo," Molly smirked back, "He's nice and he knows his food, but we're not compatible. At least not like that. I'm sure we'll make good friends though."

"So if not him, then who are you compatible with?" Remy said.

Molly stared at the ground, "Don't know. Somebody. Maybe he's right under my nose and doesn't even know it."