Molly let out a loud gasp and bumped her head on the underside of the table.
"Ow!"
Libby jumped, her pen slipping across the page at the noise, before hurriedly glancing down under the table. Even Scratch floated over out of concern.
"Molls?" He fretted, trying to keep the actually audible worry in his voice to a minimum.
"I'm ok..." she muttered through clenched teeth as she rubbed the bump on her head. Her energy returned rather quickly and she whirled around to face her friends."But look!"
Seeing now that she was ok, Scratch instantly was on the sarcasm. "That doesnt look like your pen."
Molly rolled her eyes and quickly pocketed the glitter pen next to her on the floor. "That's not the point- LOOK!" She trust the treasure in Scratch's face like it was made of gold.
"It's..." he squinted. "A crumpled up piece of paper...?" He asked, voice unsure. Libby meanwhile, paled at the sight of the pale pink page.
"It's a love letter!" Molly all but shouted. Instantly Scratch's eyes widened- before squinting in a wriggling grin. "Libby!" The girl turned to her other friend who was quickly backing away from the scene. To no avail, however, as Molly quickly rolled out from under the desk and jumped right to her feet in a move of cartoon gymnastics. "You didn't tell me you were asking someone to the dance!"
"Um-"
"Yeah, Libby." Scratch moved his face to the back of his head to show off the ecstatic teasing expression it had gained. "Why didn't'cha tell us?" Before she could respond, he wriggled his way across the floor like a snake and rose up to her height. "I mean," he sprouted some eyelashes that he batted in faux-innocence. "We're your best friends after all." With a poke of her cheek and a tone more teasing than every sibling in the world combined, he continued. "Surely you want to tell us every detail about this:" he blew a chefs kiss and said, with the worst french accent you've ever heard in your life,: "pa-show-ney of yours hmm? Hehehe."
By this point, Libby had sunk so far into her sweater that Molly had to peak over the brim (after pushing Scratch out of the way) to see her. "Oh Libby, don't hide! This is amazing! Oh you are gonna have the best date ever and be so cute together and then be highschool sweethearts and move to the countryside and have 10 kids and I'm gonna be their cool aunt Molly and-"
"Kids?" Libby squeaked.
"Uh, YEAH!" Molly exclaimed, brimming with so much excitement, Scratch had to pull her out of Libbys turtleneck by her jacket. The taller girl merely sank further into it.
"M-Molly, please-" she stuttered, tugging nervously on her collar despite it no longer being around her neck. "I appreciate your enthusiasm- but theres no chance that's going to happen. This person's way too good for me." The faceless mass of jumper in front of them slumped to a sit, followed by a muffled. "Theres a reason I threw that note away."
Molly gasped. "Whaaaat?? Psh! No way! Libby-" she implored, voice practically pleading. The other girl glanced just over the rim of her turtleneck. Molly took her by the shoulders. "There is nobody too good for you! If anything it'd be the other way around." She chuckled to herself. Libby glanced away, but Molly grabbed her cheeks and made her face her.
"Look at me, Stein-Torres! You! Are! Amazing!"
Slowly, Libby rose a little from her collar. "I...I mean, I don't know about amazing, but-"
"No! Amazing!"
"O-ok..." Libby chuckled, cracking a smile. The collar slipped fully over her head and back into position. "I'm amazing." She rolled her eyes playfully on the word. "But," quickly, her face grew serious again. "So are they. It's not that big a deal, Molly, it's just..." with a shrug, she glanced to the floor. A blush began to form on her cheeks. "...They're really special. And kind and...there's no way I'm enough for them. Amazing or not."
Eyes now soft, Molly let out a quiet "Awwww....!" while Scratch merely fake-retched. The girl still shook her head, though. "Sorry Libby, but I can't agree with that. You ARE good enough, gosh dang it, and I," she raised a hand dramatically to her chest. "Molly Meredith Mcgee, will help you get that date!"
"...Meredith?" Scratch asked, sounding beyond confused. Molly didn't reply and instead shoved the letter into Libby's hands. "Now, whoooo's gonna rewrite this super special love letter and send it to the the most specialist of crushes of all time?~" she laid her head on Libbys shoulder with the cutest, most convincing look she could muster. "Hmm?~"
Libby pushed her away with a giggle, making Molly burst out into giddy laughter too. "Alright, alright! I..." she looked down at the paper, unsure. "I guess I'm...really doing this."
When she turned back to face Molly, the girl was giving her a bright smile and a thumbs up. She sighed fondly and turned away. "Ok. So long as you two don't look!"
"Absolutely!" "No promises!" The two said in unison, in the same dutiful tone. A harsh elbow in the side quickly got Scratch to change his answer, and Libby gave a relieved smile before walking back over to her desk. (Ignoring the independent pair of yellow eyes hovering over her shoulder that Molly quickly confiscated.)
'Ok...' Heart pounding, she smoothed out the original paper and tore a new page out of her notebook. 'Here goes nothing...'
