The gang hangs at their favorite pizza joint celebrating the bands second place win.

"Oh look, the whole group is here," Molly sighed.

"How's it going Molly," Charlie greeted.

"Oh," she blushed, "hi Charlie…"

Lucy huffed at Molly, narrowing her eyes.

"Um, you guys celebrating, or something?"

"Our band took second place at the talent show, tonight," he beamed.

"I wish I could've seen that."

"I don't think the seats could fit your fat thighs," Lucy spat.

"Yeah, ya got a lot going on down there," Violet added.

Molly snapped out of her enamored trance, gritting her teeth.

"Did they touch a nerve, thunder thighs," Frieda laughed.

"You're not that petite, either," Molly growled.

"Are you calling me fat?"

"Do I need to call the manager," Lucy threatened.

That's when the other guys started paying attention more, Charlie didn't want to say anything to get in the way of Lucy's teasing, but he saw more than anger in Molly's face.

"I'm… sorry," she hitched through gritted teeth.

"That's enough of that, ladies, especially you; Lu-Lu."

"Why, we don't care about that fussbudget," Patty laughed.

"Right, plus she has a crush on you, so I really don't care."

"You're going to make her cry, and that's not okay. So what if she has a crush on me? You need to apologize Lu-Lu."

Lucy and Violet looked at him incredulously, but he didn't budge. Molly played with her apron, nervously.

"I guess you like Molly, too? Lucy, look at your boyfriend, crushing on another girl," Violet snapped, "a not cute one at that."

Molly had tears in her eyes, this is more than she can handle.

"Trish has a crush on you, do I or Marcie treat you like shit, or her? Why would you want to hurt somebody who's never hurt you."

"It's okay, Charlie," she sniffed, "just give… I'll take your orders."

"Calm down, Chuck," Franklin whispered.

"No. How can you all be so damn dense, Molly is crying and nobody cares… like you've never been hurt before."

Lucy looked at Molly, who struggled to keep her composure, at the ready with her pen and pad.

"Yeah, let's get the girl fired on no fault of her own," Charlie sarcastically snapped.

"Molly, are you causing a problem over here," the manager walked over.

"No, she's not, she's doing a great job for the problems we're causing her," Lucy interrupted Charlie.

They all looked at her.

"We know her, and we were giving her a hard time. Too hard."

"Please be nicer to my servers, especially Molly, please," he asked, "have your order together, so she can assist other customers."

Everybody quickly agreed on orders, Molly taking them down, quickly walking away to place and get their sodas.

"What is your problem, Charlie," Violet snapped.

"I'm here to celebrate with my friends, and that don't include making somebody else feel like shit. That's not fun. Don't you think life is shitty enough, I mean, sure I guess you, Lucy, and Frank are new to the game, but I'm not, nor do I want anybody, who doesn't deserve it. I haven't forgot years and years being treated like shit."

"He's right. Charlie could've easily turned the tables on my sister in her moment of weakness. The both of you with her dads pull, could've ended up on the worse end. Frieda; both of you are pretty chubby, and so am I, am I making fun of your weight? I agree with Charlie; yall owe her an apology. She's at risk of losing her job, and who knows what else. You get what you give, right, it's karma."

Nobody said anything to Molly when she came with their drinks.

"Umm, here's your drinks… could you pass these to Linus, Franklin, Frieda, Schroeder, please," her voice almost a whisper, "your pizzas should be ready soon."

"Thank you, Molly, you're doing pretty good. Like I was saying; we took second place tonight. Me, Franklin, Lucy, and Schroeder started a band."

"I'm ha- that's great for you, Charlie," she wouldn't look at him.

Pig Pen and Sally walked in the restaurant.

"Pig Pen, if we're going to date; at least you could put the doors on your Jeep, when we go out… or better yet; wash the damn thing! I got dirt clumps all over me."

"Sorry, Sally."

"How's dating my sister, Pig Pen," Charlie yelled out.

"I'll make a proper boyfriend out of him, yet," she walked over, "oh and you guys were great on stage, finally did something right, Charlie."

"Thanks," he rolled his eyes.

Sally walked over to where Pig Pen was sitting, "where's our waiter?!"

"That's me," Molly said.

"Get your lazy ass over here, then, we're hungry."

"Does Sally need to talk to her like that," Frieda asked.

Charlie and Schroeder gave her the side-eye.

"So… can we get back in a good mood? We rocked out, we could probably get gigs," Peppermint Patty blurted out.

"Yes, Lucy, about your hickey's, your dad didn't blow his stack," Patty asked.

"Hmm? Oh he was mad," she spoke.

"I hope you have some singing in the next song, Bae."

"Most definitely, I do."

"We've got a few songs in the works; solos with Franklin, Lucy, one or two duets with me and her. Maybe we can get something with you and her," Charlie explained.

"You guys are still trying to get me on stage," she laughed.

"Gotta even out the girl boy ratio," Peppermint Patty said.

"Aren't you one of the guys, Trish," Patty laughed.

Peppermint Patty gave her the finger.

"Now, now, sisters shouldn't be mean to each other… just look at Lucy and Violet," Marcie scolded.

"Noice one," Schroeder laughed.

"We aren't twins," the four of them yelled, making everybody else laugh at them.

"Molly! Molly dear; can I get another soda, please," Violet waved her over.

"Sure, sure, one second," She grabbed her cup.

"Molly! Where's our food, Pig Pen is paying good money for us to eat here, and if you want a tip, you need to do your job," Sally yelled.

"I'm sorry, I'm sure the chef is right on it. Your brother and that other table are pretty big parties."

"No excuses, why haven't you made our pizza, yet?!"

"I don't make the pizza, I'm just a server, Sally."

"Just hurry up."

"Molly, I'm sorry about Sally, I can see you're working hard. And I gotta say; you're beautiful doing it," Pig Pen said.

"What?! You're my boyfriend, why are you giving her compliments?"

"Man… you're sister is being a bitch as usual, Charlie," Linus looked on.

"I warned him," he chuckled, "she's something else."

They watched Molly clear a bill, sighing at the lack of tip, when she cleared the table. Violet and Frieda exchanged glances.

"How'd it feel being on stage, Lucy," Marcie asked.

"Oh I loved it. I gotta go to the bathroom."

Lucy walked in the bathroom, doing her business, somebody else walked in most upset. She went to wash her hands, surprised to see Molly sitting on the floor by the sink, fighting tears.

"Molly."

"Don't worry, your food will be right out, it's in the hot box," she whimpered.

Lucy washed her hands, tapping her knee, holding out a hand. She let Lucy pull her up.

"You're not having a good day are you?"

"No. The other server had to leave early."

She thought what Charlie would do, and gave her a hug, "I'm sorry I made fun of you. I was being mean… and jealous. I can't blame you for having a crush on Charlie. Yes he scolded us, but he was right; nobody deserves what he went through, what I felt after Schroeder turned me down the final time."

All Molly did was cry.

"You're doing a good job, and I'm sure I can find a video of our performance, and send it to you on Facebook. And… you're cute, when you don't have a grimace on your face. I know somebody who's, well, currently suffering right now, who wants a girl that's nice- I assume you can be nice, if you don't mind getting a little dirty. He's no Charlie, but he's actually a nice kid… since he isn't a walking dirt bomb anymore," she gave a little laugh.

"Pig Pen?"

"Yes. If you're all cried out, let's get you together, okay?"

Lucy cleaned her face up, going in her purse, with what little makeup she had, got her pretty decent.

"There you go."

"I don't look that bad," she looked in the mirror.

"Nope, and I know you're stressed, but you're a tough girl, you can do it, and if you put on the charm for Pig Pen, I think he might rather be with you, than that shrill banshee."

Molly gave her a hug.

"I'll help you with our food, okay?"