Among Warm Sunsets

Foxy

Right now, the Harvest God couldn't stand Molly.

What'd she do? Well, she was being more annoying than usual, and that's freakin' saying something.

"Oh, mah Gawd m'lord, I can't believe he asked me out on a date! Can you believe it?" Molly yelled from inside her closet, throwing clothes on her bed.

She had asked him to help her look for an outfit for her date, which was really odd and awkward, seeing as though he was a male and knew nothing about clothing, and… well, he could really care less.

The Harvest God rolled his eyes, this was not how he wanted to spend his day; especially if it was spent talking about her date. Secretly, he was really jealous—any human male could openly spend time with her, while with him she had to keep it a secret.

He wouldn't admit it, but he was really angry with himself. Recently, the Harvest God started having feelings for Molly… but he couldn't tell her. How could he, when she was basically rubbing in his face that she had a date. So, needless to say, he was pissed.

"Nooo Molly, this is such an utter shock," he replied sarcastically, sitting on her bed with his head in his hands, "seeing as though you told me 10 times today, excluding yesterday and the day before."

Said girl groaned inside her closet, still unable to find the proper outfit for her date.

Out of nowhere, Finn pops out from the pile of clothes on the floor. "Hey, Molly, why don't you where that dress?"

Molly popped her head out of the closet to stare at Finn, awestruck. "You mean, I have to bring out the big guns…?"

Finn shook his head in confirmation, all the while the Harvest God was really confused… and frustrated. Why was he even there—oh, because Molly asked him to?

"You know what… I'm going home; I don't want to be here anyways…!"

"M'lord, what do you think?"

He looked up and nearly had a nosebleed; there stood Molly, looking really adorable with a floral print dress and a light pink headband on the top of her head.

The Harvest God looked at Finn in shock, who nodded smugly, "Yep, the big guns."

"Y-you think its okay?" Molly asked shyly, "i-it's not too much?"

He couldn't speak, h-h-how can an outfit change someone so much? He had to hide his face with his hands, he could barely even look at her. "Y-yeah, you look… fine..."

Life was really unfair sometimes.


[A/N]: This is all I can pull out so far, and I do apologize. Next chapter will be better (hopefully); I'm sorry, but I'm really addicted to AVPM…