Riot Girl

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Molly's P.O.V

June 14th

I rearranged the shelves for the hundredth time. I sighed. It had been pretty quiet around here. And pretty boring too. I'd graduated last week and now I was just working in Wal-Mart full time.

I glanced in the mirror above me still getting used to my hair being its natural colour for the first time in 3 years. I smiled. My mom had been so surprised when I'd walked through those doors with my natural honey blonde hair. I don't know why I did it. I guess lately I felt ok being a more stripped back version of myself. Maybe I'd miss my coloured hair soon and bring it back but for now I was happy being just this.

I felt better mentally now than I had in a long time. But I missed seeing my friends everyday. I missed rehearsing every few days with Sarah and Dani. I missed talking shit with Tom. I missed him. A lot. God I was so pathetic.

I clocked out early. It was time to go to the hospital and get this cast off. 6 weeks had passed already.  I couldn't wait. But I guess in a way I'd miss it too. This cast had led me to get closer to Tom. And now he was gone. And soon the only physical reminder I had of him and the time we spent  together would be too. I smiled as I glanced down at my black chipped nail polish. I thought back to Tom painting them so carefully that last night we played together. The last night I saw him.  I sighed heavily as my heart ached in my chest. Stupid feelings for stupid Tom.

I sat in the hospital room as my cast got cut off. I flexed my fingers and rolled my wrist around. It felt great having no constraints to my movements again. I frowned as the doctor took my cast away to be disposed.

"Wait!"

He frowned at me as I stood up and took my old cast from him.

A messy black scrawl in nail polish. My heart pounded. Tom. I'd forgotten all about it. It was a cheesy little crudely drawn love heart with our initials around it. He was so pathetic. Butterflies fluttered in my stomach. His heart. He'd given it to me. And I'd refused it. But I wanted it. My eyes widened. I wanted it because...I was in love with him too. Love...

I stared at the heart he'd drawn as all of these feelings I'd been holding back rushed over me like a tidal wave.

T.D ❤ M.H

"What the fuck am I doing here?"

The doctor's frown increased.

"Miss Hasting's are you...ok?"

I blushed And nodded.

"Now be careful. Try not to put too much strain or bear too much weight on it yet."

I nodded.

"Thanks."

I walked out into the street in a numb daze. I lifted my face up to the hot summer sun feeling the warmth on my skin.

His smile. His laugh. His voice. Flamin' hot cheetos and cologne. A messy Love heart scrawled on a cast in nail polish. 

I opened my eyes. Nerves fluttered in my belly and I bit my lip.

I had to go to him. Because I had to tell him. I had to tell him that I loved him too. Even although it was completely insane and impossible. I just had to tell him.

I walked home my feet carrying me faster and faster until I was running all the way to my house.

I changed quickly. I shoved underwear and a change of clothes in my backpack. I ran down the stairs.

"Hey where's the fire Moll?" Asked my  mom as I came tearing into the hallway.

I was sick with nerves and I was pretty embarassed about admitting the truth out loud. But I just blurted it out in a crazed rush.