Okay, and Molly's the Mystery Guest in this chapter too...

Remember, I don't own Liberty's Kids. Never have, never will. I own the plot, though. Oh, and James is kind of, well, a jerk, in later chapters. Though I think he has a good reason, because I swear Sarah's like all weird too... But still.

Anyways, yeah. I didn't like how the Molly episode ended. pouts I mean, James was afraid Sarah was dead, and he runs up and finally finds her, but doesn't hug her or anything. It's so annoying. And Sarah, being the genius that she is, doesn't even notice how worried he was. Sheesh. How dense can a person be? Really...

Molly motioned for me to come to the kitchen with her, while telling James to get cleaned up. I followed my friend reluctantly. We spoke not a word until we reached the kitchen. Molly grabbed a pan from overhead, while I stoked the stove.

"So, Sarah, I was thinking about eggs with biscuits and fresh fruit for breakfast," Molly mumbles, waiting for the stove to heat.

I nod distractedly. Molly breaks three eggs open, dropping them in the pan. It hisses, and I wince noticeably.

"So, Sarah, where are you and your friend going?" Molly says, making small talk.

I grabbed a bowl, searching for some flour. I found what I was searching for, using a cup to throw it in the bowl. I added a liberal amount of water, stirring the mixture.

"Oh, we're going to New York," I muttered, dragging the spoon through the batter.

Molly flips the eggs over, raising her eyebrows.

"So, Sarah, are you two traveling together?" Molly asks nonchalantly.

I shrug, ignoring the deeper meaning of her words. I am too focused on the biscuits to care. I keep stirring the tough mixture.

"It depends on what you mean by traveling together," I answer distractedly.

Molly grins.

"Well, Sarah, he reminds me a lot of my John," Molly remarks, grinning.

I give her a curious look. Molly rolls her eyes.

"I forgot to mention that you remind me a lot of me, didn't I?" Molly mutters.

I nod.

"So, are you two traveling to," Molly pauses, thinking of words to explain it, "The same location? To, um, start a life together?"

I shake my head, completely unsurprised.

"No, he's escorting me to my parents home in New York. Then, I suppose, he's going back to Pennsylvania, or, I guess, to New York City," I replied, separating the dough into individual biscuits.

I set them on the pan, cooking them. Molly turned to face me.

"Sarah, one thing... Just be careful, okay?" Molly pleaded.

I nodded, perplexed. However, a moment later, James walked in through the door, sweating bullets. I turned to face him, but turned back around when I discovered he wasn't wearing a shirt.

"Done with most of it," James panted.

Molly grinned.

"I'm impressed. Breakfast will be ready soon," Molly explained, amused.

We all ate soon afterward. James bit his lip, gazing at the sun in the sky. He turned to me.

"Sarah, we ought to get going. We should be getting to New Jersey pronto," James said quickly.

Molly frowned and James got back up, putting his shirt back on. I picked up our dishes, washing them in the basin. Molly came up and began drying them.

"Sarah, do you really have to leave so soon?" Molly asked pleadingly.

I nodded, handing her a dish.

"Yes, I'm afraid so. My father wants me in New York right away, Molly," I apologized.

Molly nodded, disappointed. A moment later, James returned with Cesar's reins in hand, beckoning to me.

"Come on, Sarah. We should go," James muttered.

I hugged Molly goodbye, thanking her profusely. And then I climbed up on the horse, grabbing James, and we set off.

- Loren ;

Okay, I do really, really, really like reviews, and I'd like to get some. And also, considering that I am a poor, sweet, helpful little girl, who suffers from an overload of homework and is always stressed out or in a hurry... A review would help. It would totally make my day and help distract from the fact that Homecoming is next week and I don't and won't get a date... Which is sad, because I have a pretty dress...