ALEX

A GIRL'S NIGHT

Molly camps in the center of her living room as she waits for me to wobble my ass over to her. I am getting chills by being the first one here alone with her. Pictures of her and Kit hang on every wall as I make my way to her little fort.

They look so happy together in every photo. I can sense a bit of Kit in the furnishing based off the home decor, and I can see Molly's bright personality off of every color hanging around the place.

I am not feeling like myself as I squat carefully down to sit on one of the pillows that Molly's has placed on the beige carpeted floor.

There's candle lights everywhere and apple juice waiting for my touch as it sits across from me on a coffee table in a wine glass. Molly has thought of everything. There is cupcakes and sandwiches gathered on one end of the coffee table while a pile of dvd's sit in another.

"Don't worry Kit isn't here, it's girl's night tonight so he won't be bugging us," Molly laughs.

I feel as though she can read my mind. But I simply smile.

"So, did the girls say how far they are from here," I ask puzzlingly. I just want some company other than Molly. This shit is weird.

Molly smiles as she takes a sip of what could have been liquor. "They are on their way," she assures me as she crawls her way to my side.

Molly leans back on the caramel love seat behind us. Her soft brown hair falls on her shoulders where her fingers crawl through the tips of her curls. The atmosphere is silent as we sit in each others presence waiting for the moment that we decide to spark a conversation.

I don't know what to say to her, I know that she is trying her best to make me comfortable but something is different about Molly tonight. She's not her usual self if that makes sense at all. Her aura is different.

"Is everything alright," I ask her as I catch a glimpse of the heart shaped tattoo around her left ankle. M+K sits in the center of the heart.

Molly doesn't say anything for a few minutes until finally she breaks the silence with a deep gasp. "How did you know that Chris was it, how did you know that you were in love with him," she questions while taking another sip from her shot glass.

Quickly I look at her dumbfounded not expecting her to question my personal love life. Like hell, if I know if Chris is it. I'm still in denial. I rush into relationships too quick but this one I can't back out of, it is too late for me. Molly can see that her question alone has taken a good portion of my attention away from her so she reaches over and touches my lap.

"What about Chris do you love, what are the moments you will never be able to live without," she elaborates. Molly is hurting and I can hear it in her voice.

Why am I here?

What the hell do I say? I don't feel emotionally compelled the way that Chris feels towards me. And Chris knows this but for some odd reason he believes that he will able to change my mind and make me fall madly in love with him.

"I...like," but I pause. I am not about to conjure up a lie in order to make my relationship look fancy when I know that it isn't.

"I never really sat down and thought about it because for a while now my ex Alex has consumed most of my time. Alex to me was the guy that you could never have, the super model type of guy who had a bad boy demeanor that'd make your panties wet," I chuckle.

Molly laughs as well.

"What happened to Alex since you're with Chris now," she asks.

"A lot has happened with Alex, from miscommunication to a change in his behavior. He was never good at expressing his frustration, but I still kept him around. If not in my life, I kept him around in some invisible box for my eyes only to see," I answer.

And then there was Kit of course, but I'm not going to share that with her.

"And then Chris showed up huh," Molly pesters on as she leans her head on my shoulders. Oh God, she's getting way to comfortable.

"And Chris comes crashing into my life," I smile.

Molly laughs a bit more before taking another sip until finally her shot glass is empty. It's evident that she's been drinking way before I got here, because she is just a few minutes away from passing out on me.

"Chris sure is handsome, he treats you like gold," she mumbles.

This woman has been eyeing my man.

I shimmy my shoulder a bit away from her cheek where her head falls slightly. Molly bobs her head and wakes up from her trance.

"Kit treats you like gold as well, he's a good man," I mention to her, trying not to make the moment any more awkward.

Molly balls her knees closer to her chest where she rocks herself back and forth. Oh God, the woman is going crazy. I should have listened to Chris and stayed home with him. Yet, I don't want Molly to think that I am choosing to bail on her because secretly at some point I used to hate her. I want to make the same amount of effort as she is in order to make this friendship workout.

"Kit does treat me like gold. I can't live without his laughter in the morning as he serves me breakfast naked with nothing but my pink apron on," she vents finally, I can feel a storm coming as I wait for her to continue.

But then again too much information.

"What about you," she asks.

I hope she's not asking me what I can't live without when it comes to Kit.

"I can't live without...." I don't know. Why is it so hard to answer this bloody question.

Molly pats me on my shoulders. Self-pity I suppose, maybe she's finally caught on that I am not in love with Chris at all and that we're only together because of our unborn child.

"Is Chris all you've ever dreamed of, sometimes I think that Kit is all I ever wanted," Molly looks at her shot glass and crawls her way back to the coffee table in order to replenish it.

By now I'm staring at the clock on the wall real hard wondering where Elliot and Edith are. Hard to believe right? But I actually want to see those two bimbos.

"Why just sometimes," I ask.

Molly looks over her shoulders. A smirk skips across her lips as she stares at me in the eyes.

"What woman wants there man to only be fifty percent invested in their marriage? When he's with me his mind is somewhere else and I think that he tries to make it up to me by doing little things around the house," she answers.

I don't know why Kit is starting to sound like me, I do just the same to Chris.

I say nothing as I wait for her eyes to leave mines. The woman is beginning to intimidate me. Drunk and crazy here on aisle insane, someone please save me.

"You know what," Molly stands up to her feet slowly.

"I should rephrase my question from earlier...what about Kit do you love, what are the moments you will never be able to live without when it comes to my husband."

Oh shit, things just got real. I think that Molly knows.

I'm starting to think that Elliot and Edith aren't coming.

I'm not really enjoying this girl's night out. Nope, not one bit.