A Good Day to Remember (unedited)

Chapter Eight - January 1st, 2019 - Sebastien

Mollie stayed the night at my house last night, and it was really weird. I mean, it's not the first time, but I never thought it would happen again.

Mollie and I have spent the whole day together, although Mollie's day didn't start until noon. She didn't wake up until noon, and I'm extremely jealous. She wouldn't stop kicking me, so I've been up since like ten. It sucks.

It's currently two in the afternoon, and Mollie pulled me out of the house to get some Dutch Bros, because Mollie needs coffee. Well, caffeine. She doesn't drink coffee all the time when she needs caffeine. Sometimes she'll drink energy drinks. But most of the time it's coffee.

"Excuse me." Mollie pulls up to the window at Dutch Bros, turning down the music she was playing, which was "Dark Necessities" by The Red Hot Chili Peppers. "Can I please get a twenty-ounce hot nine-one-one breve?" She wonders, and the lady nods. But she does not need that much coffee. "Seb, what do you want?"

"I'll have a sixteen-ounce americano."

And our coffees come somewhat quickly. Mollie looks so happy when they hand her the twenty-ounce breve. She shouldn't drink that much coffee.

"I wanna go back to bed." She mutters as she pulls onto the main street. "We're going to go wander around Walmart and fuck around." She says, as if I don't have a choice, which I don't. Mollie always pulls shit like this.

"Don't go drawing dicks on the sequin pillows."

Mollie had this one friend last year who taught her how to draw dicks on those color-sequin pillows. She'll do it almost every time we go to Walmart together, and she probably does it when she goes alone. Although I don't know when the last time she's gone alone to a store is; she always drags me, Blake, or Jasper along with her.

She actually doesn't talk to that friend anymore.

After Mollie told this friend that she was going to make an album out of spite, the friend got pissed and her mom even came up with a creative nickname: "Lying lesbian Lolly". I honestly thought I was the only one who called her Lolly, but I guess her and this friend used to be close enough. I don't know. Mollie only talked about it once.

Honestly it's so sad that everyone treated Mollie like she was a piece of dog shit on the bottom of their shoe. No one treated Mollie like she was human.

I don't know if it's because it stops people from asking her where her adult is, or if it at least lessens the amount of questions.

It also may because Mollie is afraid to go anywhere alone. Mollie's had too many creepers approach her and shit. Some may have thought that she was a little kid. I have no idea. I wonder if that's what happens when you grow up somewhat-alone in big cities.

"You can't stop me." She comments, pulling into the Walmart parking lot.

Mollie gets many weird looks as she pops out of the driver's seat of her truck with her twenty-ounce coffee, while shoving her phone and her truck keys into her pocket.

She is dressed up somewhat childish, too. She has on skinny jeans, which she hasn't worn since she gained weight, and the Ariel watercolor pullover that she wore last night. She looks cute, but she also doesn't look like she's going to be an adult.

There are times when I can't believe she's actually going to be an adult.

We walk into Walmart and Mollie is magnetized to the color-sequin pillows. But she's too short. And I'm not going to grab one for her to draw a dick on it.

But she seems okay with not being able to reach them, happily sipping at her coffee.

"I want it to be warm so I can wear shorts." She sighs, running her fingers through her hair, flipping her part. She looks good in shorts.