"This morning, This morning?" Floopy asked, gripping the sides of her arms, giving herself a tight squeeze. "I didn't know I-" the young girl started, feeling a lump growing in her throat and found it hard to speak. She stared uneasily at the stairs that lead upstairs to where the young farmer had placed herself in the bathroom, where she still remained for the better part of fifteenth minuets. The girl wiped at her bright green eyes with the edge of her wrist, and remained unusually quiet. If there was one thing that the teenage girl was familiar with, it would be fire.

Luke placed a hand on her head and slowly rubbed it, offering her a comforting smile. "Hey, you didn't know Floops, don't worry about it! Molly's pretty optimistic, she doesn't stay sad for long. You'll see." He reassured her, giving her a one armed hug in which she replied with a small smile.

"Your brother's right Andrea, she'll be fine." Dale replied from his place on a leather red recliner, taking a drink of coffee from his mug that he held in his large, gloved hands. "Just give her some time, she'll be back to her normally cheery self, then you can get to know her."

"It's Floopy." She corrected with a pointed finger.

"I know, I know." He replied with another taste from his coffee, resting his head back.

Bo entered the living room carrying a few drinks in his hands, and walked over to the two. "Here, you still like Pineapple juice right Floopy?" The teen asked while offering her a glass filled of the clear juice.

She lifted her arms and nodded enthusiastically, a smile already spreading as she wiggled her fingers. Looking like a toddler wanting a toy. "You betcha!" She answered taking the cup from him, and took a large gulp. "Aah...that's what I'm talkin' about." She sighed happily before taking another sip, slower this time, allowing the sweet, refreshing liquid to coat her throat.

Bo looked around the living room to see that one person was still missing from the group. He paused, "Has Molly still not come out from the bathroom?"

Floopy immediately frowned while she moved the cup around in her hands, the juice threatening to spill out. "No...not yet."

The boy offered her a sympathetic smile, in which she smiled back weakly, earning her another rub on the head from Luke. Bo sat two other cups down on the wooden coffee table, making sure they wouldn't get knocked off. "She's been in there for a while, shouldn't someone check on her?" He asked the people in the room while glancing towards the stairs.

"That's a good idea, Bo why don't you go check on her? She probably could use someone to talk to." Dale started, and ran his thumb over the ring of his mug. as Bo headed upstairs. The carpenter waited until the boy was out of sight before he glanced to his two children. The air seemed to become thick and uneasy until the silence was broken by the large, mustached man.

"It's nice to see my daughter home again." said Dale, looking at his daughter and son. "Welcome home."

Floopy could feel the tears begin to overflow from her light green orbs, already cascading down her cheeks as she replied happily, almost in a whisper. "Thanks Pops..."


He stood in front of the bathroom door, staring at it's wooden pattern while debating whether to knock or not to. He didn't want to be rude, or to seem like he was encroaching in the time that she needed to be alone. Maybe he should leave and wait patiently downstairs for her to meet them in the living room, she'd probably be back to her usual, effervescent self if she had more time by herself to work things out on her own.

'You mean you want her to deal with this situation all by her lonesome?'

Bo shook his head. No, he didn't want her dealing with this by herself, he just didn't know if he should. He waited for a couple of seconds before hearing a soft sob emitting out of the other side of the door. She wasn't okay, despite what Dale and Luke had said only minuets course she wouldn't be, even the most cheerful personality people couldn't come out of something that life changing being alright. Crying after all those events didn't give the sign that someone was "okay".

"No...I'm not crying because I'm upset...I'm crying because...I actually don't have to leave!" Molly's voice echoed. When she'd cried on her farm earlier that morning she had said it was from not having to leave, but it seemed as if that wasn't necessarily the case. Why would you be isolating yourself, and crying when nothing was wrong? You wouldn't.

He let his hand shy away from the door once again before another thought rung through his head.

'She'd do the same for you, wouldn't she?'

Yes. She would.

Without a moments hesitation he proceeded onto knocking his fist-ed hand against the door, tapping a few times. He could hear her gasp suddenly and shift around before replying.

"Y-Yes?"

"Molly, are you okay?" Bo asked waiting for an answer, hearing more movement.

"I'm okay...don't worry about it." She answered quietly.

Bo frowned. "You don't sound okay to me."

The sound of more shuffling and a person moving sounded before a muffled voice replied. "The doors unlocked Bo..."

Opening the door carefully, he quietly stepped inside, what he saw made him feel as if his heart had dropped into his stomach.

Molly had her knees pulled up tightly to her chest, where her arms were wrapped tightly around her clothed legs, sitting on the cold tiled floor. Her gaze was held downwards, as she vigorously wiped away at her eyes which were now watery and cotton candy colored from crying, her cheeks a pinkish hue. She slowly glanced up, meeting his eyes only for her usually cheerful, coffee colored eyes, to begin to brim with new unshed tears. "I'm sorry...d-did you have to use the bathroom? I didn't mean to..."

The youngest apprentice walked over, and sat down close to her, their legs and arms brushing up against each other. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a blue checkered handkerchief and offered it to her with a small smile. He watched her look at him for a second before reaching out and taking it from his hand, glad that she'd accepted the gesture.

She brought the soft fabric to her eyes, and began to wipe them dry. "Thank you..."

His smile seemed to stretch bigger. "You're welcome." He replied, allowing her a few moments to wipe the tears from her face. "Now what's gotten you sitting here alone crying your eyes out?"

She sniffed, still clutching the handkerchief in her small, dainty hands. "I'm sorry, I really shouldn't be crying like such a baby...it's just..." She choked on her words, finding it harder to talk as she felt a new wave of fresh tears begin to build. "I feel as if I'm inconveniencing everyone on the island, and there's absolutely nothing that I can do about it! Everyone says it's alright, it's not a problem...but to me it's not okay, it's not fine. I don't have a choice, and I just feel so useless, that I can't come up with a quick, perfect solution to where it didn't effect anyone but myself." She admitted shamefully, her cheeks rising to a brighter shade of red from the pure embarrassment. "Not to mention Jin, Irene and you two know about my medical condition, one word. Embarrassing."

Bo stared at her, amazed that someone who was so carefree break down like this in front of him. He'd thought that when she cried earlier that morning was heart-wrenching but that was nothing in comparison to this confession, this one was one of complete guilt. He watched as she dabbed at her swollen looking eyes against before replying. "You have a right to cry, losing basically everything you have is hard. Trust me, I know from experience, it was a total accident, and it couldn't be helped, I know that feeling in more ways than one." He watched her give a tiny nod as she sniffled. "And about you feeling that you're inconveniencing everyone, you're not. What you're looking for is as you said, a solution to where you had to deal with this whole mess on your own. Right?"

She nodded. "Yes, I just feel like it's my burden to carry. By myself." She stated in a shaky voice.

He placed a hand on her shoulder. "But it's not, you're not useless because you need help from others, or have a medical condition. I myself have never seen someone operate a farm as well as you do, and you did all that by yourself, that stuff is back breaking labor. And you did all that with having asthma?"

The brunette nodded sheepishly.

"See? you're not useless, if you can do all that stuff on your own, then you're by far not useless."

"I g-guess so..." She admitted shyly.

"Friends are there for a reason you know." He said looking towards her.

He saw the faintest of smiles erupt into a huge grin on her face, a Molly looking original. He didn't realize how different her face looked when a smile wasn't present on her face until now. Needless to say the smile made his own stretch on his face into a large grin, and it made him feel even better since it was his words that made it appear.

Molly laughed, so hard that her shoulders were rising up and down with each laugh. "I know, I guess I'd forgotten about that. I've been independent for over a year now, and I just felt as if I get any help...I shouldn't because I did all those things by myself." She looked to him, and suddenly wrapped her arms around his neck, causing him to be caught off guard as it made her come closer to him.

He blinked and could already feel his cheeks beginning to rise towards his freckled sprinkled cheeks. The same feeling as when he'd lifted the girl up to where she could enter the house to retrieve the door. The familiar feeling of something fluttering in his chest, the nervousness. "M-Molly?" He squeaked, trying to look towards her.

"Thank you..." She breathed happily behind him. "I needed that."

Bo returned the hug with a smile. "You're welcome."

"Well laughter and hugs, that's a good thing to see." chuckled Dale from the doorway causing the two of them to break the embrace.

The two of them turned their attention to the father of two standing in the doorway, along with Luke and Floopy grinning in behind them.

"I guess everything is okay now?" asked Luke with a sly smile.

Molly was the first one to reply with a smile. "Oh yes! Much better...! Thanks to Bo." She explained happily. She rose to her feet with a stretch, then bowed to them. "I'm sorry for making you all worry like that."


I'm so bad at writing sad scenes, but I thought that this would be good practice for this! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter, and hope it's not too short. Hershey's will probably write the next chapter, so if you enjoy her writing. Look forward to that! ~Sakura.