Last update for the day! My Husband's parents are in for the weekend so I posted a little extra today just in case I won't have the chance for the next few days! As always, thank you for the reviews! I really do hope you enjoy this one. Daryl and Molly are starting to develop a friendly bond, and maybe a little something more…

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Refugee

Chapter Six

"We got somethin', we both know it,
We don't talk too much about it.
Yeah it ain't no real big secret,
But somehow, we get around it."

-"Refugee by Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers

She took hold of my hand with a grasp surprisingly firm for a woman, and we dashed across the grass, past the swing sets and slides, all the way to the musical ice cream truck.

She placed her hands up to the window and stood on her tip-toes. Adorable, is the only word that came to mind.

I took a small step back and got a nice view of her bottom for a split second as she finished her order.

"And for you, Sir?" Asked the man in a polka-dot shirt and white-brimmed glasses behind the window. He definitely takes it up tha ass.

"Vanilla cone." I answered.

"Chocolate syrup or nuts?"

I nodded my head. "Just plain, thanks."

"That'll be $4.50."

I shoved my hands into my pocket and pulled out a five. I handed it over and told him to keep the change.

"Thank you, Sir." Mr. Ice Cream turned around and began putting together our order. I looked over at Molly who had her head tilted with questioning gaze and smile.

"What?" I asked.

"You know, you can tell a lot about a person by the kind of ice cream they eat."

"Oh yeah? What does a plain vanilla cone tell you 'bout me?"

"You're shy and simple."

Damn. Kinda spot on.

"Everywhere except in the bedroom." She winked and I couldn't help but laugh.

"What am I like in the bedroom?" I grinned at her, eagerly awaiting an answer.

"Alrighty," Mr. Ice Cream came to the window with our ice cream in either hand, "One vanilla cone and one banana split with chocolate syrup, extra whipped cream, and a cherry on top."

We took our turns grabbing our cold treat, said thank you, and started heading back towards the bench at the river.

"So," I flicked my tongue at the delicious vanilla cone and swallowed pure deliciousness. "You gonna' answer my question?"

"Never interrupt a woman while she's eating ice cream, Daryl." Was all she answered. I watched as she bit the cherry from its stem and chewed.

"Oh, come on. You can't leave it like that."

"Why does it matter?" She dug her spoon into the ice-cream covered banana. "Don't you know how you are in the bedroom?"

"Well, yeah, I know. I'm just curious to know what…you think." We took a seat back at our bench just as the sun began to set. I took a quick moment to appreciate the view.

"I think that you put a woman's pleasure before your own. You like it soft but you love it rough."

I swallowed and tried not to choke. It's a good thing she didn't look over at me because I'm almost positive I turned lobster red in a matter of seconds. I cleared my throat and swallowed my nervousness before asking, "what does a banana split with chocolate syrup, extra whipped cream, an'na cherry on top say 'bout you?"

"What do you think?" She looked up at me with those beautiful damn eyes.

I took a second to think before looking back at her and pursing my lips. "That shy and simple ain't enough for you."

She paused abruptly from eating the last bite of her ice cream, looking at me with such intensity it was as if I had just told her the answer to the meaning of life. A light breeze gently blew her hair, and the sun set into an indescribably beautiful mix of purple, yellow, blue, and pink hues, as if God Himself were telling me to kiss the woman in front of me.

And then my cellphone rang. Molly hesitantly stared back down into her nearly empty plastic bowl. Godfuckindammit. I cursed whoever it was on the other end and pulled my phone from deep in my pocket. Merle. You son of a bitch.

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I dropped her off at her house and walked her to her door less a half an hour later. She pulled out her key and twisted it into the lock as she pushed the front door open. I briefly wondered if she was going to invite me in, but my question was answered immediately by another question.

"What are you doing tomorrow night? Sixish, specifically."

I immediately remembered my plans to go to Lollipop's with Jimmy and Merle, but I sure as hell wasn't about to tell her that. " Um…" I thought about cancelling but I know that Jimmy would be greatly disappointed. "S'posed to be goin' out for supper with my brother and my best friend."

I couldn't help but feel guilty for lying, but dinner plans sure sounded a hell of a lot better than "I'll probably have my face stuffed between a pair of fake tits."

"Okay. Maybe Saturday we can hang out?" She vigorously rubbed the goose bumps on her arms.

"Definitely. I can be here in the mornin' if you ain't got plans all day."

"Yeah, I'm free." She smiled.

"Alright. I'll see you then." I smiled back.

For a brief second, the two of us stood there in a semi-awkward silence, playing a mutual guessing game and wondering if I was about to make the typical first kiss on a doorstep.

"Goodnight." I smiled sincerely as I reach my hand up and lightly grazed her jawline before walking back down her steps and hoppin' on my bike. Don't get me wrong- I wanted like hell to kiss her, I wanted to do much more than that. But not tonight. For the first time in a long time, I realized the easiest way was not always the right way, and I walked in my front door ready for Saturday morning.