Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men:Evolution or it's characters. Just my OC, Molly Callum/Creature and any original characters/background characters that may pop up from time to time.

Molly:

Time sped by and it was mid-month of July before they knew it. Everyone was busy making preparations for the wedding in one way or another. Buying clothes, making hair appointments and the like. Hank and Ororo were busy preparing the younger students on proper wedding etiquette. This was a very huge deal, because the invitation had said that the ceremony and reception was going to be broadcast on television. "I don't see why we have to-" Scott said, driving Jean's SUV as Eight of them we're crammed into it, and that was including Piotrs large frame in the last row. It wasn't a comfortable fit, but Scott's car had been out for repairs, and all the other cars were being lent out to various school members in preparation for the wedding.

"Shush. We're going and that's that!" Jean said.

"Dude, if she's shushing you now, just imagine what it's going to be like in ten years," Kurt observed.

Scott and Jean's wedding had been a joyous occasion, but since they were the first at the school to be married off, it still deserved a little razzing from their friends every now and then.

"Scotty's getting whipped," Remy said in a loud whisper, followed by a nice "wah-poosh!" whip imitation.
"You two better shut up or you're both walking!" Scott lost his usual cool.

"I do believe our fearless leader is having a break down," Molly smirked, hanging over the back of Jean's seat a moment.

"We should really stop," Piotr said, always afraid of hurting feelings.

"Aw, but it's so fun," Rogue, "Get into the spirit, big guy."

Finally, (to Scott's relief), they arrived at the mall to pick out brand new suits and dresses.
"Where should we start?" Kitty wondered as they stood near the entrance.

"Let's take the boys to Rivington coat factory, they'll like it," Jean smiled.

"Kill me now," Kurt moaned, looking up at the ceiling.

"You guys are so weird. I like shopping, usually," Remy said, "This isn't my perfect idea of it, but we're here so we should make the best of it."

"Of course you like shopping," Scott glared from beneath his shades, "All you probably owned were a pair of raggedy overalls, a plaid shirt and a fishing pole. Cajun Hill-billy."

This did not sit well with Remy. If any of them knew anything, you insult Remy's Cajun heritage, you die. Period.

So, Remy was about to go for Scott's jugular when Molly jumped in between them, digging her heels into the floor, hands out against Remy's chest, trying to be a human barricade.

"Wait, STOPSTOPSTOP! We _can't_ hurt each other. We're family and family doesn't try to beat the living daylights out of each other, no matter what was said," Molly was serious.

"Family also doesn't take cheap shots at each other," Jean pointed out.

"So apologize," Jean and Molly glared at Scott, talking in unison.

"...I'm sorry," Scott said, "I've just been really stressed out lately. The Proff's been giving me more to do and all the little things lately are driving me up a wall."

Molly had to nudge Remy-hard.

"...I guess we all get stressed out. And it's not like you weren't right. I didn't get a lot of new stuff as a kid, so that's why I like buying new clothes now," Remy smiled a little. They peacefully shook on it and things quickly returned to normal.

"Now, Rivington!" Kitty all but cheered, taking out her credit card.

"Hello _gorgeous_!" Molly's eyeballs seemed to extend inches from outside her head upon seeing Remy in and black suit,
a matching vest, a black dress shirt and a nicely added gray handkerchief in the breast pocket. Molly couldn't resist letting out a growl.

"So you hate it then?" Remy smirked in a very characteristic way.

"It's absolutely hideous," Molly joked, grinning as she strode over to him.

"That looks ve-Remy and Molly, stop it! We're in _public_!-very nice, Scott," Jean said, first looking at Scott in the suit he was wearing and then chastising Molly and Remy for getting a bit too personal with the kissing...and being mortified as she watched Remys hands get lower and lower down Mollys back.

"Mmm," Remy stood up straight again, "I'm beginning to think that we should've just gone on this outing by ourselves," He winked at Molly.

"Well...that's life," Molly smiled, "Go change and then let's go pick out a tie."

She pulled Remy along to the mens' ties after he'd changed, all but climbing up his much taller body to reach his lips. She got as close as her own body allowed, standing on her toes, giving him all the obvious signs she wanted to kiss. Sometimes, it really didn't pay to be short, but, hey, Remy's height did make him incredibly attractive. Super attractive. Very...stunning.

"Beautiful, you are a sneaky little minx," Remy smiled, leaning down again to kiss her. They kissed briefly.

"I know. When we get home we can have a real make-out session. Maybe down in one of the storage rooms where we can't be bothered," Molly whispered.

"I think I'm rubbing off on you. There was a time when you never would have made a suggestion like that," Remy smiled.

"That's funny," Molly said. They had a very short make-out session while standing in the empty, quiet aisle before actually picking out a tie. It was a pretty silver one, almost white, with a gold and blue pattern on it.

"Honey," Remy smiled sweetly. It always made Molly melt when he said it to her, "would you like me to help pick out your dress? I do have a eye for what looks good on you."

"I don't know. I was hoping I could surprise you with it since we won't see each other until we get there," Molly became shy again.

Everyone had planned in advance to take separate cars to the wedding since the entire school was going, so the guys wouldn't see the girls until they arrived. It was a strange coincidence that it was also a wedding tradition.

"That's not a bad idea, but since this is such a big event, I'd rather not be shocked by you on worldwide scale while on television. Who knows? I might even be tempted to hijack the limo and drive us to a chapel, ruining everything because you'll look so breathtaking in a beautiful gown," Remy smiled.

Molly laughed, loudly. "Well with that hanging over my head, I guess you'd better come help me then,"

"Very nice," Remy said to himself, admiring the mannequin in the women's department of another store that was wearing some skimpy lingerie. The other boys stopped to admire it with him.

"You said it,"

"Woah!"

"Appealing," Piotr of course, complete with a blush.

"We don't have all day boys," Molly stood in front of them.

"Uh-huh," Remy said with a blank look, then smiling at Molly, "I wonder if they have this in _your_ size?"

Molly was embarrassed, but rolled her eyes.
"If they had that in my size, I would be incredibly shocked."

"So would you buy it then?" Remy grinned.

"Not unless I was planning my honeymoon,"

"It's never to early to start!" Remy quipped, completely serious and absolutely gun-ho about the idea.

"Remy..." Molly groaned, putting a hand to her forehead in exasperation. He was so sweet most of the times, and other times, there was _this_. All hormones and no idea which way was up. Maybe she shouldn't have made-out with him back there, it seemed to really set him off. Hopefully soon he'd reign himself back in, otherwise Molly would have to do it for him.

"Come on. I'll buy it for you and you can, like, save it. You'll probably never see it again anyway," Remy suggested.

"You, my boyfriend, are crazy," Molly pulled him along, wanting desperately to drop the whole idea.

"Just saying you'd look real good in it is all. _Real_ good," Remy smiled.

"Can we please focus here? You're the one that wanted to help pick out my dress, not pick out something that makes me look half-dressed," Molly said, trying to sound witty.

"Focus, right," Remy looked determined now. They headed into the section with the more eloquent looking dresses and started browsing.

Remy not only liked shopping, but he was good at it. He had about five dresses piled up in less than ten minutes.
Molly tried them all on. They didn't all fit of course, but the ones that did look good on her, in her opinion.

"Which one do you like?" Molly asked when she was finished.

"To be honest, I didn't really like any of them," Remy looked her over, "You need something that suits you. Those didn't."

"Okay, so we'll just keep looking," Molly said.

They looked for a whole hour, coming up empty-handed, according to Remy. Molly liked the shape of one dress, Remy didn't like the color. Remy liked the color, Molly didn't like she shape. The skirt was too high, too long, it was backless, it was sleeveless, it was too green, black, purple, red or pink. They collapsed into a couple chairs outside the store. "You...are impossible...to shop with," Molly said, trying to catch her breath. She had no idea Remy was this picky when it came to shopping! Sure, Molly knew Remy absolutely loved her body, (he never shut up about it), and wanted to show it off for the wedding, but they were reaching near ridiculous levels of undecided-ness. It was great that Remy was proud of her as a girlfriend, but trying on dress after dress was exhausting!

"Me? I can't even find you the right dress. I didn't think you we're that picky," Remy said, tired, but not to the point of keeling over like Molly was.

"I'm _not_ picky. You're trying to find me this perfect dress that doesn't exist," Molly said, crossing her arms.

"It does too exist," Remy murmured to himself, "I'm going to get something to drink. You want anything...sweetheart?" He tacked on the term of affection because he didn't want Molly to be mad or frustrated with him.

"Sure. Diet something," Molly stood up, going over to kiss him. "Thanks for helping me look, anyway. Love you."

"Love you too, ma Petite," They shared a hug before Remy left.