Molly MacDonald is 17 and dating Buster. Kind popular and liked by everyone Buster baxter is a great friend and the object of many girls affection.
Molly is tall, tough yet sweet and insecure. She feels unclean and somewhat unworthy of someone like Buster...
He realizes quick that he needs to prove the striking red head wrong..because he is in fact in the one who feels unworthy!
Sweet and a little fluffy thus one shot focuses on a very rare yet workable pairing..
Radiohead's song "Creep" is center focus of Molly's feelings
The after noon sun shone on the ripples of the greenish/blue colored sea.
Molly a senior at Elwood high had chosen to skip class and lay on the grassy dunes by the sandy shore.
Naturally Buster her boyfriend came along.
He didn't care if he got in trouble, he was sixteen and could do what he wanted, or so he thought.
Molly was a senior so technically she could drop out st anytime but had chosen to stay.
The two of them started going out and Buster would drag Arthur and his closest friends along on Friday evenings to her the talented bunny sing and strum her acoustic guitar.
She owned a bass one which she taught Buster to play last year which led to a budding romance between the two rabbits.
Muffy Crosswire, George Lundgren and Francine had tagged along.
Francine had even coaxed her boyfriend Arthur to join them.
He was apprehensive st first but Miss Frensky was not above using her feminine charm to seduce him with promises of a lustful encounter later.
Muffy was usual was talking about her desire to help others with her money and influence.
As she spoke, the others rolled their eyes.
"Francine, who is getting you the Crosswire scholarship into an ivy league college?" She questioned, arms folded.
"Yeah I know" She smiled. "I'm excited, thank you"
"We will be at the same college" She squeaked. "So fun"
Arthur raised an eye brow. "Oh yeah so fun"
Francine put a finger on his mouth. "Shhh" "Shes being nice"
Arthur shrugged.
"Well unlike Miss Molly over there, I could have pulled some strings yet again for you" The wealthy red head sighed.
"Like the time we went to you for pulling those particular strings when Slink and Buster wanted to start a band?" Molly replied.
"OMG" The Muffy squealed. "You would have been the perfect lead singer"
"You wanted to dictate the songs and backing vocals" she reminded her.
"I am not some Avril Lavigne wannabe pretending to show how bad ass I am"
Muffy brushed Mollys comment aside.
"The Whitehead Rabits" would have been an awesome name and super famous band" Muffy sighed.
Well thank you for your attempts at intervention ln our lives" Molly replied. "Particularly mine"
"The toughest customer of all" George joked.
That got him a small slap on the face followed by a sweet kiss.
Muffy was strange in the way she perceived what people said.
She saw her boyfriends comment as a small complement, hence the kiss...
"I want to make it on my own". Molly stated.
"A real musician who sings lyrics and plays guitar for release and hopefully inspiring others"...
Buster wrapped an arm around Molly and kissed her neck.
"You will". He said. "Hung over at high school is gonna be huge"
Molly looked at him with a warm smile. Not one to openly show her emotions , unless it was via Song she felt like a peaceful breeze at made it's way into her soul.
His eyes sparkled in the light. They sparkled in the dark when they lay in bed together. His warm and sweet voice calmed her weary mind.
Buster was the first boyfriend Molly truly desired to be with.
"I like your choice of name" George said.
He rested on Muffys lap while she tickled his nose..
"Buster helped me choose it" Molly replied.
"Ah that makes sense" Arthur teased.
Francine laughed in agreement.
"Like you two have never been hungover on a Monday?" "Before class?" Buster huffed.
Francine a Arthur shook their heads.
"No" they chanted.
"Well it doesn't matter where you're.. inspiration came from" George smiled.
"I agree" said Francine. "Its an awesome name for an album."
Arthur tugged on Francines waist.
"I like your song Lovers quarrel" he said, winking at his girlfriend.
"Oh you do huh?" Francine asked with a displeased tone.
"Hey I just love to see you riled up," he gleamed.
"You're so hot when you are angry."
Francine blushed and threw him on the sand. They pursed their lips each others hard..
"That's like so romantic" Muffy gushed.
"Its also a great idea for a new song" Molly piped up.
She whipped out her tablet and started writing lyrics to "Hot when you're Angry"
"Thanks you two" The pretty rabbit said while typing.
"Glad to be of service" Arthur replied.
His shirt was removed while Francine lay beside him in her pink tank top.
"I'll credit you both" She informed them.
Buster was fascinated by his girlfriends ability to just create music and lyrics out of nowhere.
He took the tablet out of her hands and pushed her mouth by his.
"You are amazing Molly MacDonald" he whispered.
His warm breath against her ear sent tingles down her arms and legs..
Did he really think that of her?
The outcast and rebel with a nice voice and rugged edge was thought of thst way?
Not only was she amazing but it was her sweet, thoughtful and funny boyfriend who told her so.
Someone as popular and cute as Mr Baxter couldn't possibly mean what he had said?
Could he?
The other boyfriends she had would only give her compliments when they wanted...well something she could receive from them in the bedroom. Afterwards they would always tell her bow "hot" she was.
Molly saw herself as a sex object.
The only way to attract a companion in high school and onward would be if she dressed to please and had sexual liasons with males. Her first was a mechanic in his twenties.
The second was slink and the third was an eighteen year old party cat with a nice tan who took her to parties to "show her off"
Molly misinterpreted this as love.
Buster was younger than any other guy she had dated so this was new to her. Sweeter still was the fact she was his first sexual experience and he never once pestered her or asked she dress "to make her look more attractive" this coming from a junior at high school over a supposed
Friday night at the HOLE...
The place Buster had first dragged his reluctant friends along to was now growing on them. An R16 club with music and crowds of people talking and drinking (with fake ID's, courtesy of Muffy) while they listened to various aspiring artists perform, rock, garage and acoustic alternative rock which was Molly's type of music.
Her style reflected that. She like to be original in her clothing.
Her hair was a mix of red with pink streaks and her clothing was black, pink and bright green.
She wore mesh stockings and striped skirts. Her ears were pierced right up her left ear. She had her tounge, nose and lip peirced.
Molly wore thick eye liner and blue lipstick. Her tops were always black with a picture of something that made a statement like an bright red A for anarchy or an indecent looking olayboy model riding on the back of a truck etc...
When Mollys turn to play came up, she downed a shot of vodka and went up to play.
"Wish me luck", She said, kissing buster.
"You don't need it hot stuff" He warmly replied.
The crowd already cheered as she sat down with her guitar.
"We love you Mol", someone called out.
"Everyone should watch her latest song on you-who- tube." Muffy announced.
"This is a song that's not on my album" she spoke into the microphone.
"I grew up listening to my Moms Nirvana CDs and Radio head"
"This song is a cover of one of them, "Radio heads song Creep"...
She looked over at Buster standing backstage.
"Its dedicated to a pretty awesome guy in my life"..she paused.
." Basically its how I see me and how, I see him"...
His eyes widened.
" Wow" he said to himself.
She started play...
"Creep"
"When you were here before"
"Couldn't look you in the eye"
"You're just like an angel"
"Your skin makes me cry"
"You float like a feather"
"In a beautiful world"
"I wish I was special"
"You're so damn special"
"But I'm a creep"
"I'm a weirdo"
"What the hell am I doing here?"
"I don't belong here"
"I don't care if it hurts"
"I wanna have control"
"I want a perfect body"
"I want a perfect soul"
"I want you to notice"
"When I'm not around"
"You're so damn special"
"I wish I was special"
"But I'm a creep"
"I'm a weirdo"
"What the hell am I doing here?" "I don't belong here"
"Hes running out the door"
"He's running out"
"He, run run run run..."
"Run..."
"Whatever makes you happy"
"Whatever you want"
"You're so damn special"
"I wish I was special"
"But I'm a creep"
"I'm a weirdo"
"What the hell am I doing here?"
"I don't belong here"
"I don't belong here"
A round of applause was heard throughout the club.
Francine and Muffy raced up to her and told her how awesome that cover was.
"Wow" Arthur exclaimed. "That was so.."
"So real" George interceded.
"Hell yeah it was" Francine agreed.
Muffy hugged her.
"You're gonna be so mega famous"
Molly smiled and thanked them, before heading over to where Buster stood.
He was completely baffled.
She looked at him.
"Did you like it?" looking down toward the floor as she asked him.
He stroked her face.
"Yes" he replied.
"Why do think that though?"
Molly was perplexed.
"Um because its the truth" "You know I always say what I think"
Buster laughed and kissed her.
She kissed him back.
"I know you do" He said.
"The thing is Molly" He looked at her in the eye.
The rest of the music, the crowd and the noise drowned out in her eyes...
"I'm the weirdo" he said with small grin.
"You Molly, you're the special one"
She gasped and felt a mixture of emotions.
"You..you honestly think that?"
He nodded.
"I wouldn't say it if it were not true" he shrugged.
Molly put her guitar down and threw her arms around him.
" Buster Baxter" "You're beyond awesome"
"NO you are Miss Molly MacDonald" He replied.
The end.
I tried to keep it short. Also PG 13 so even though Molly would keep the F word in the song. I chose to replace it with damn to keep it light. Its Arthur fanfiction not comic/anime..you can be ask dark as you like...within the standard of an M rating lol
I used to dress the way Molly does in the story. Love the style, it will never stop being awesome!
Well let me know what you think...thanks