A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Seven - December 14th, 2018 - Sebastien

Mollie got the truck.

Her uncle moved down to Florida over the summer and told Mollie she would probably be getting his truck as a Christmas present. She just got it today, as an early Christmas present.

Mr. Fields had gone over to Montana to help his brother finish selling his old house, Mollie didn't want to go because her cousin wasn't there, and Mr. Fields brought back the truck.

But Mollie and her dad are still not talking. They haven't spoken to each other since before the USO Dance, a little over a month ago.

Mollie and Blake just got out for Winter Break; they both have free sevenths.

"There are no good movies in theatres." Mollie whines, scrolling through her phone. She's sitting in the passenger side of the truck; she let me drive.

Actually, she picked me up this morning and had me drop her off at school so I could babysit her truck and make sure it wouldn't get hurt. I don't think she trusts in it the school parking lot yet. And that meant I had to pick her and Blake up from school.

And of course she's complaining that there are no good movies in the theatre. That's her go-to thing to do when she has money and when she's bored.

"I wanna do something so I don't have to go home." She says, shutting off her phone and setting it in the cupholder besides her. "Blake, wanna get Dutch?" She turns in her seat to look at Blake, who is sitting in the back, staring out the window.

"Sure."

Mollie grins before connecting her phone to the Bluetooth on her truck. She doesn't have to worry about wearing out any more aux cords, of which she's worn out a few.

"Any song requests?" She wonders, plugging her phone into the charging cable. Both Blake and I shake our heads, so Mollie picks the song.

"Mother" by Pink Floyd starts playing.

When I first met Mollie, when River, Aaron, and I went to pick her up for that livestream Avenged Sevenfold concert, I thought she'd be more interested in pop music. And then she turned out to be into the classics and heavy metal. I was pleasantly surprised. She has a good taste in music, but it could be a bit more updated.

"Wait, are we getting Dutch?" I wonder, pulling onto Lake Avenue, which is the main stretch of road with big name-brand businesses.

"Fuck yeah."

Mollie gets a giant coffee, which she doesn't need but is totally her. And she pays for all of our drinks. Blake and I get smaller drinks though.

"Who wants to go to one of the music stores downtown and do a small concert?" She wonders, sipping at her coffee.

That's another bored go-to thing for Mollie, when she doesn't have money. I know she likes to go and have miniature concerts.

"Sure."

And then we make it back to Eastwood Street, the downtown stretch, the stretch of small businesses. I pull up to the music store that almost always has a piano out. It's called "Stereo Music and Stereo". They have a small recording studio in the back and I'm pretty sure it's where Mollie recorded her demo for Emilia Montgomery.

Mollie jumps out of the truck immediately and runs inside. Blake and I follow.

She's immediately magnetized to the guitars. There's a giant wall, and some in front on stands. She reaches for a dark blue, electric-acoustic guitar. But it's not a normal guitar. It's a lefty guitar. And she's too short to grab it.

I can't help but laugh every time she's too short to grab something. And that's a lot more often than she'd admit.

Once I went with her to Safeway because she needed a snack run and she tried to reach the spicy cheetos, and she couldn't. She almost started to climb the shelves, but I grabbed it for her because I didn't want her to get in trouble.