The sun was just peaking over the mountains, as the trunk of a blue 1967 Ford Mustang Coupe slammed shut.
" Now you're sure that you don't want to go with us?" Jack asked his mother.
" No, you guys don't want a mommy around cramping your style. I need to do some me time. You know, do some shopping, write some songs. Since Fi's gone on her own thing with Candy, she said I could check out her laptop. May do that," Molly replied.
" Alright," Jack said as he hugged Molly, " Bye Mom,"
" You boys take care,"
" Later, Mol," Carey said as he slid in to the driver's seat and adjusted it for his long body. They had about an hour and a half trip up to Bolder. Carey and Jack were on their way to spend the long weekend up at Michael's, Carey's old dorm mate, loft. Carey hadn't seen him in almost a year, and a visit was past due.
"So tell me about this Michel dude," Jack said.
" Ah, he's awesome. Some people would say that he's conceded, but he's just got a confidence in himself. Had this really sweet girlfriend named April. You'll love him man," Carey replied as he merged into traffic.
" So, uh, how are the girls in Boulder?" Jack asked.
" Oh, we'll defiantly go cruising for the girlies," Carey said with a smile.
" You mean I will go cruising for the girlies. You're going to buy my sister a nice present," Jack said without missing a beat.
Carey only laughed in response to this. He was glad that Jack was finally okay with the idea of he and Fi. He'd been hesitant at first, but he'd seen how happy the both of the where and then it settled well with him.
Back in Hope Springs, Molly was bustling around the kitchen, not doing anything really. There where still boxes to be up packed, since moving back into the old house. She had made the choice after the fact that the house had not sold and the one in town would cost so much with the new roof needed, the floors needing replacing and other trouble. Had she known about these things, she might not even consider moving in.
She was humming a Doors song as she passed by the table in the dinning room where the laptop sat. She had her attention drawn to it and figured 'what the hey'.
She turned it on and when to a chat section. The user rooms where quite vile looking but within them, she found a room titled " Classic Rockers" and this of course got her attention.
" Hmm, this might be nice," Molly said to herself.
She entered under the name of PKB since nothing else came to mind. She didn't say much, just watched what other people said. She often liked to just observe things; of course it was usually visually.
Then one user instant messaged her.
Hello. It said. You're a fan of the PK Band huh? I've followed them for like forever. Its like they're my extended family.
"Well isn't that neat?" Molly said. The continued to converse. The person was a female and she seemed to really know her stuff. She was also hauntingly familiar also.