Hey guys! So, I got this random idea for updating, and I was like, 'Why not?' So I did! Anyway, this chapter is largely based off of the movie 'Marmaduke.' I hope you enjoy!

DragonEmperor999: Glad you think so. Thanks for the review!

TTLKABC: I know I did. XD! Oh Evie, always so excitable. SAME HERE! I wish I had a copy! Meh, I just thought those would be good matches. Actually, Gus and Farkle came from purpledolpin05's fic 'Disney Descendants: Mighty Med/Lab Rats Style.' EEP! I know, so cute! Beat it, Dodger! (Throws a rock at him.) Aww, poor Fletchy. XD! He liked the cookie! Thanks for the review!

PurpleNicole531: I'm glad you enjoyed! Yeah, I had to add some sweet moments! XD! I didn't think of that, but he DID do that with China! XD! Funny! Yeah, Avery's anger kind of makes sense. Thanks for the review!

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Molly walked into her school the next day, and was surprised to find everyone staring at her. Well, she was used to attention, being popular and all, but she'd been staying under the radar lately, and she didn't know what caused all the fuss!

She went into the bathroom, checked her hair, straightened her clothes, yup, everything was normal. So why was everyone staring? Too bad Molly was too cool to read the news…

The whole day was like this, and she was deeply confused. When lunch rolled around, she decided to sit alone, very self-conscious about everyone's behaviors. Some were even snickering at her. She wished Nicki were here, Nicki would've given them a piece of her mind. Nicki's just sweet, and confident like that.

She sat down, with a sigh, and was about to start eating lunch when someone familiar walked over. "Sitting alone again?" asked Fletcher.

"Yeah." Said Molly. Then remembering how she was supposed to behave around Fletcher, "Don't you have some place to be?"

Surprisingly, instead of looking surprised, or offended, he smirked. "That's what I came to tell you about." He sat down in front of her, looking her squarely in the eye. She squirmed a little, very nervous. "Well, I've been telling my friends about you-"

"You have friends?!"

"Of course I do!" snapped Fletcher, "I'm not a total dork! Anyway, they want to meet you."

A sly grin spread on Molly's face. "You've been telling them about me?"

"'Course I have." Said Fletcher, "You're pretty cool, don't tell Skylar I said that."

"Well, I'd love to hang out with you." Said Molly, smiling.

Fletcher led her away from the table. She was surprised, the cool kids sat at the front of the cafeteria, but this was the very back. Though, it surprisingly wasn't bad. It was a long table by a set of large windows. "So, you ever heard of Oliver and Company?" asked Fletcher, smirking at his own word play. However, the name made Molly shudder.

"Yes."

"Well, this is Fletcher and Company." Said Fletcher, practically breaking out laughing.

"Okay, cool it Fletch." Said a short, blonde girl. "It wasn't that funny a joke."

"Uh, Fletcher…" started Molly, "Maybe you'd like to introduce me to your friends?"

"Oh, right!" said Fletcher, "So, Molly, you already know my boy Gabe." Gabe fist-bumped his best friend.

"This is his girlfriend, Jenny (Further Adventures in Babysitting)."

Jenny smiled. "Nice to meet you."

Fletcher gestured to the girl who told him he wasn't that funny. "This is Maya, Jenny's sister."

"Sup." Said Maya.

He gestured to a boy who looked a lot like Gabe. "You might know Kaz."

Molly gulped. "Hi Kaz, you aren't gonna tell-"

"Don't worry." Said Kaz, "I won't tell Oliver. Your secret's safe with me. I already keep a lot of secrets from Oliver, anyway. Like that I read his diary. Shh…" Kaz winked, and put his arm around a girl.

Fletcher grinned. "Thanks, bro. So, this is his girlfriend, Cyd." Fletcher gestured to Cyd, who waved.

"Okay, then there's Gus and Farkle Mincus." He added, gesturing to the two boys. Gus didn't appear to be paying attention, but Farkle walked right up to her.

"Well hello there, pretty lady." Said Farkle, trying to be smooth.

"Not happening." Said Molly.

"Chill, guys!" said Fletcher, "We also have Olive." Olive only looked up to narrow her eyes at Farkle, as a signal for him to leave Molly, then returned to doing Cyd and Maya's homework.

"Last, but not least-" started Fletcher.

"No introduction necessary." Said the tough looking blonde girl, who walked up to Molly. "Hmm…" she looked Molly up and down. "Diamond earrings, cashmere sweater, and ooh! Are those high heels?" she said in a sarcastically impressed tone. "Yup, you're one of those rich punks." Snapped the girl.

Molly squirmed a little, under her intense gaze. The girl thrust out her hand, which Molly didn't take. The girl nodded, to show Molly she'd made a good decision. "I don't like you, rich kid." Snapped the girl, "I don't like you at all." She turned to sit down, but looked over her shoulder. "The name's Jordan."

"What is her problem?!" whispered Molly.

Fletcher winked. "Oh, that's just Jordan being Jordan."

Molly shuddered, but still went over to sit with the group. The group seemed to have its own pattern of sitting. Fletcher sat at the head of the table. To his right, going down, was Gabe, Kaz, Cyd, Farkle, and Gus. To his left, going down, was Jordan, Maya, Jenny, and Olive. It seemed, oddly enough, like some kind of hierarchy. (It made her nervous that Jordan was one of the people at the front.) Anyway, that made it really difficult for Molly to figure out where to sit.

As though answering the question, Cyd said, "New people always sit at the end of the table."

"Oh, okay." Said Molly, about to sit down beside Olive.

"No, no, no." said Maya, "The very end." She pointed to the uninhabited part of the table, nearly across the room.

"Seriously?" asked Molly.

"Yup." Said Jenny, popping the 'p'.

"Come on, guys." Said Fletcher, snickering slightly. "Don't do this."

"Fletch, it's the rules." Insisted Maya.

"Well, I guess if it's the rules…" murmured Fletcher.

"Fine…" said Molly, going over there. It became quickly apparent that the end of the table was too far to hear conversation. She had to question why Fletcher would invite her over, just for her to be alone. All of Fletcher's friends (the only people at the table) were staring at her, and she felt oddly embarrassed. Some of them were snickering. Jordan, in particular, seemed to enjoy her humiliation. Molly tried to hide her face while she ate.

From the other side of the table, Olive sighed. "Can I tell her? Please?"

Maya rolled her eyes. "Fine. This is why you're towards the end of the table."

Olive winked. "You know that isn't true. You just want to keep me from teacher's who can call me out for doing your homework."

"Whatever…" muttered Maya, smiling.

"Hey, Molly!" called Olive, "We're just kidding!"

"Yeah, get your butt back over here." Said Gabe, breaking into laughter.

"You are so immature…" said Jenny, but she was giggling too.

Molly blushed, and nodded, walking back over to the teens. "So, uh, where do I sit?"

"What, you wanted a throne?" grumbled Jordan, earning an eye roll from Molly.

"Hey, you're my guest." Said Fletcher, "You can sit up front with me."

Molly grinned, and sat at his right. (Away from Jordan.) After that, things were pretty normal. The whole group engaged in their own conversations.

"Quit trying to steal my boyfriend, Maya!" snapped Cyd.

"For the last time, just because my sister likes Kaz's brother, doesn't mean I like Kaz!" cried Maya.

"Fine…but I've got my eye on you…" muttered Cyd.

Molly grinned. She could tell the argument wasn't serious, and the smiles on their faces betrayed that this was more like playful banter than serious accusations.

"Pudding cup me!" yelled Gabe.

From the other side of the table Jenny tossed Gabe her pudding cup. When Jenny saw Molly's surprised look, she shrugged. "Meh, I never liked pudding, anyway."

"Olive, are you sure that's right?" asked Maya, looking over her now complete homework.

"Yes." said Olive, "I am one hundred percent sure the biggest planet in our solar system is not 'the Millennium Falcone.'"

"Darn, I thought I'd gotten that right…" muttered Maya.

Molly smiled. Looks like she and Maya had something in common.

Amongst all the casual conversation, Molly couldn't help noticing the random people who showed up at their table, just to chat. All of them were as 'unknown' as the kids who'd been sitting here the whole time. Luckily, as a popular person, Molly knew everyone, and all these kids. She recognized May, Gabby, KC Cooper, Leo Dooley, Garrett, and Kate Krane. They all came by, and the whole group looked happy to see them. They all sat at the end of the table, however, which led Molly to believe they were not considered 'official' group members.

Another two that came over set Molly on edge immediately. Dump Truck, and his girlfriend, Andie. Molly shuddered. Dump Truck didn't have the best history.

"Hey guys." Said Andie.

"Hey!" they all said, happily.

"Sup guys?" asked Dump Truck, sitting with them. Dump Truck, however, sat himself right by Jordan. So, he was respected in the group.

Surprisingly, Dump Truck was actually very civil with the group. He was polite to the girls, and made crazy bets with the guys about some football game that was coming soon. And Andie was very sweet, and talked a lot about her latest metal sculpture.

Molly couldn't help but scrutinize Dump Truck. This was too unbelievable.

Surprisingly, a few minutes later, Dump Truck looked right at Molly, and grinned. "Hey, Princess. If you're wondering why I'm here, it's because these guys are cool with me. And, they're the only ones who tolerate my seemingly 'unusual' behavior."

"And the ones who don't make fun of my sculptures." Said Andie, "I don't care if they're originally made from scraps of metal-junk! They're art!"

"O-of course they are." Said Molly, caught off guard by what Dump Truck originally said. How did he know?!

"If you're wondering how I knew," said Dump Truck (Molly practically choked) "It's because I'm more observant than some think. Soft, kind…"

I sincerely doubt that… thought Molly. She quickly tried to mentally take it back, though. She wasn't sure if Dump Truck was a mind reader, but it certainly seemed that way.

At one point, everyone was there at once. Fletcher, Gabe, Jenny, Kaz, Cyd, Maya, Olive, Farkle, Gus, Jordan, Dump Truck, Andie, May, Gabby, KC, Leo, Garrett, and Kate. It was then that everyone seemed happiest, and Maya raised up a hand, as if to get everyone's attention. "Listen up, guys!" shouted Maya, "Party at my place tonight, who's in?!"

Everyone cheered, and agreed to come. The attitude was infectious, and Molly found herself smiling, too. "Hey, Molly, you coming?" asked Maya.

"Me?!" Molly asked, in surprise.

"Sure." Said Maya, "Not once have you made fun of anyone at our table, and that makes you good in my book."

Molly thought about it. There was a party for the popular teens at a local club, but she found herself wanting to spend time with the teens in front of her. "I'm in." said Molly.

"Sweet, show up at eight." Said Maya.

"Maya's parties are the best!" cheered Leo, "Much better than Farkle's!"

"What's wrong with my parties?!" defended Farkle.

"For one thing, all we do is play chess." Said Maya.

"It's a game for the intelligent ones!" said Farkle.

"And it bores me." Said Maya, "You and your girlfriend can play it." She gestured to Olive.

Farkle blushed. "That's okay…"

When lunch was over, everyone was sad. They really did enjoy spending time together! Molly was surprised just how sad it was, however.

Maya was having a pepe talk with Kate, who looked almost near-tears telling Maya about some report she was going to have to give, in front of everyone. Apparently, people laughed at her shy voice.

Olive was giving a memorized map to Leo and Farkle. Apparently she found a way for them to avoid the gym on the way to their lockers.

"Why is everyone so upset?" asked Molly, looking at Fletcher.

Fletcher sighed, but before he could answer, Jordan butted in. "Listen, I know you aren't used to this, and are probably too high-and-mighty to realize, but some of the people at this table are used to getting bullied every day."

Molly's mouth dropped, both at Jordan's tone to her, and to what Jordan said. "B-but, you guys are so nice, and…"

"You just don't get it." Snapped Jordan, "Popular people like you don't care about kindness, it's all about the best clothes and hair styles."

"You're wrong!" snapped Molly, "My friends are kind."

"Well, not all of them!" yelled Jordan, "Some people get hurt, and others have to pick up the pieces." She narrowed her eyes, and scrutinized Molly. "You can pick up your designer purse and go now."

With that, Jordan turned tail and left. Fletcher sighed, and put an arm around Molly. "Don't take it personally. Jordan's seen many of her friends get hurt by 'populars,' and she hates them now. She's so protective of the group…" Fletcher suddenly smiled. "I think she thinks I'm the leader, or something."

Molly smiled, "Well, they certainly look up to you."

That night (8:00)

Molly walked up to Maya's house, and put on a confident smile. When she approached the door, she noticed a note that said 'door's open.' Molly opened the door, and entered. A bunch of jokingly cartoonish arrows pointed her towards Maya's basement.

When she arrived, she did not see what she expected to see. Clearly popular parties were very different than…their parties. For one thing, the only people there were the people she'd seen at lunch. Currently, May, Gabby, Olive, Cyd, and Kate were playing 'Just Dance' on the basement's television. Dump Truck, Andie, Gabe, Maya, and Kaz were watching the football game they'd been talking about earlier. (And yelling loudly.) KC, Jenny, Leo, Gus, and Garrett were playing Twister on a mat. Jordan and Fletcher were playing foosball. Olive and Farkle were doing homework at the bar in the downstairs kitchen. Maya's basement was surprisingly large, and it would've been good for a real rager, if only the people there were a little more…open minded.

"This is a party?" asked Molly, unable to keep the shock out of her voice.

"What, not good enough for you?" asked Jordan.

Molly didn't respond. She'd gotten used to Jordan's attitude.

"Well, umm, we don't exactly have disco balls at our disposal…" murmured Maya.

"But, why don't you guys go to the other party tonight, then?" asked Molly.

"Oh, the popular party?" asked KC, "No way!"

"Why?" asked Molly, "You look like you could be popular, I mean, you're cool, pretty…"

"Socially awkward…" mocked KC. "I can't just dance the way my sisters Rocky and Zoey can. Why do you think I'm playing Twister?!"

"Oh, come on!" cried Molly, "Why can't any of you think big?!"

"Molly, that's easy for you to say." May said, softly.

"Yeah, you're popular, and pretty, and kind, and athletic…" murmured Kate.

"That's not important." Said Molly.

"Dang right it isn't." snapped Jordan, "It's superficial."

Molly smirked. She hadn't wanted to use this comeback, but now she didn't see any other option. "Oh yeah? Well, I hear your sisters are there."

Jordan scowled. "Yeah, my two annoying sisters Hazel and Ocean. They're all happy, and environmentally friendly, and just…UGH!"

"Well, I have an annoying sis, too." Molly murmured, "Maybe we have something in common…"

Jordan snorted, but kept quiet.

"I think Molly's right." Said Fletcher, surprising Molly.

"You do?!" she asked.

Fletcher grinned. "Yeah. I do. Let's go to that party, and show those populars how cool we really are!

Now that Fletcher was on board, everyone agreed, though Maya mumbled. "I hope you know what you're doing, Fletch…"

The club where the party was wasn't too far, so the group walked. Molly didn't dare complain about her feet hurting, knowing it'd earn an insult regarding her high-heels from Jordan.

When they entered, the group stuck together, nervously, and protectively. But they were still teenagers, and it only took them a minute to join in the fun and dancing. Strobe lights, disco balls, dance floor, refreshments, DJ booth…now this was a party.

At first, Molly just stood, smiling, as she watched her new friends have a good time. In a few minutes, though, a slow song played.

"Wanna dance?" asked Fletcher, from behind Molly. Molly practically jumped.

"Uh, sure."

Fletcher took Molly's hand, and led her onto the dance floor. Soon, she'd wrapped her arms around his neck, and he'd wrapped his arms around her waist.

"So…" she said, after a while of dancing.

"So." Said Fletcher, regaining the nervous edge he had while not around his group. "Uh…does your sister know…"

"Don't worry, I said I was at the library." Said Molly.

Fletcher gulped, but was too polite to say anything. It didn't really matter, because soon Molly laughed. "Just kidding! I said I was at the mall."

Fletcher let out a sigh, of relief. They continued to dance, for a while. The song was nice. So nice, Molly didn't even notice everyone stare. At first she thought it was at Fletcher, but it became apparent that she was wrong when Fletcher spun her.

Fletcher spun her so hard they lost grip on each other, and she practically fell off the dance floor. "Molly!" cried Fletcher.

However, Molly never hit the ground. This was because she bumped into someone else, the someone who started the chaos…

Oh boy, what do you think will happen, and who do you think the 'someone' is? Well, I hope you enjoyed! I know what you're thinking, "Jordan was MUCH more aggressive than normal." Well, I like the aggressive personality to Molly I gave her in Unaccompanied Minors, so I added that! This chapter was more of a way to lead into action, but at least you got a look at Fletcher's life! Well, bye!