Penelope moved on with her life, we blocked each other on everything and all I knew was that she was enjoying the beach more often than before. We lost contact completely once winter kicked in. I wasn't sure what I felt for her, I was still just angry.
Whitney's surgery was successful, she remained her bright self and well, she still disliked me.
Emma and Stefan finally started dating. I always thought Emma was lesbian, she proved lots of people wrong when they made out for hours upon hours at a party. They loved each other.
Katherine finally showed us her boyfriend. He was tall with dark hair and green eyes, she fell for him fast. He was really into her too.
Juli and Luca remained the special couple. The one that fought but never split up. They were the couple we all looked up to.
Preston and I made up in November, I thought putting things behind would be the best for me. It was time I made a change in my life and to stop hating, including myself.
Molly and I started getting closer, even started dating. I missed Penelope but I knew Penelope was having the time of her life. Getting to know someone else couldn't be any harm to anyone. I grew to really be into Molly.
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December was a good month for me. I had Molly to thank for it.
It started in late November, after the event of visiting Whitney at the hospital, that Molly and I really hit it off. I knew Molly tried her hardest to give me the signal to step away from her but I wouldn't give up. I knew how to play the game back, that I would make my move through words but never actually go through with it with actions.
For example, the first time I stepped foot in Molly's room was the start of it all. I spent hours with her in her room that day, doing nothing but being just her friend. I was being good to her, innocent even, but she saw right through it all. When dusk hit, she didn't ask for me to leave. Instead she confronted me.
"I know what you're trying to do and it won't work."
"Is that so?"
Instead of waiting for a response, I went in to kiss her. She didn't push me off her and that's how I knew her 'it won't work' remark was bullshit. If anything, she pulled me in closer. We kissed for awhile until the sunset was gone and then I left.
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Emma and I didn't hang out much anymore. Our Friday nights from high school slowly went away as she spent the time with Stefan. I wasn't mad at her, I was happy for her. I liked Stefan, he liked me and that was enough for me to give them my blessings. Besides, my attention was keen on Molly. We slowly became comfortable with one another.
Like I said though, things for me were good while everyone else fell apart. Molly's grandma passed away while she was in class, she quickly excused herself. I was the first she called. I could hear the tempo of her breathing being all over the place.
"I need you" She stumbled out.
Despite the horrid event, I liked that night the most. I took care of her with my bare love. She was like a little kid that fell off her bike and cut the skin on her knee open. I was fixing her wounds.
Her bed felt warm, I think it was her body heat because my body was always naturally cold. She probably thought of me as her personal AC because of it. I paid more attention to my arm over her and her playing with my fingers as her tired eyes wouldn't give up into sleeping. I distracted her with personal stories, then stories that were made up.
"Once upon a time, there lived a weird girl named Molly..."
My silly stories were enough for her to forget about everything for even just a second. Once she fell asleep, I held her even tightly in my arms. I listened to her breathing go back to a normal tempo, it was a hallelujah call for me. Her father walked in on us, he didn't mind me being there.
The next day I attended the services and the funeral with Molly. Always holding her hand and never letting go, she held tighter than usual.
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Katherine and her boyfriend, James, broke up later that week. They went out one night and his ex girlfriend was all over him. Katherine, the lady that she is, bitched her out. I admired her for her ability to stand up for herself. But James didn't give in to the temptation. Not once did he kiss his ex girlfriend back or touch her back and I respected him for that. He wasn't a cheater. But he ended things with Katherine for her. It made our group of best friends hate him. He was convinced his ex girlfriend had changed, that she was no longer a woman that went from man to man.
He soon learned that he was wrong.
