Stand In MRS. (On Hold)

Chapter One

Unfolding Memories

I was having a spaced out meditation when the wailing of a child brought me back, he was tugging at his mom's hair to give him back a toy she had collected to prevent him from hitting a stranger with it, but with how everything was turning out I could feel how agitated she was.

As much the child's wailing distracted my thoughts, it also interrupted them and I was glad it did, because my thoughts were beginning to terrify me.

"you need to face it camie that is the only way you can beat it". I repeated Nana's words to me before I left Mexico.

Gaining a little confidence I checked my watch and it was already 10:50 am. I called Molly before I left this morning and she told me she'd be here Thirty minutes early before I arrived, twenty minutes after I'm stilling waiting.

I groaned thinking about Molly. Knowing her she could be talking to the cab wasting his time, telling him if it's necessary to freeze your eggs when you can use birth control or flirting with him if he was hot.

I chuckled a little, nah she'll be in for the second. Molly loved hot guys. God I missed my best friend.

"Molly here for Camila St. Michael! Molly here for Camila St. Mi..."

My laughter spills off from within interrupting most conversation around which earns me a few weird looks from around me, but I couldn't help it Molly is a good medicine for down syndrome, pun intended.

I mutter a few excuse me's as I make way towards where she could possibly be. Until I stumble against a stranger and most of my things fall on the ground. I go on one knee to pick them quickly followed by the stranger to help.

"I can manage," I say a little bit irritated until I pick my iPod and it broken. Great who's this asshole.

"I'm sorry about your iPod I'll buy you a ne..." I don't absorb the rest of the statement as I instantly recognize the all too familiar voice that constantly intruded my dreams for months.

Shit I had my hair in a bun and I was hoping he wouldn't recognize me. His finger tips grazed my hand and I shivered. God I missed that feeling.

"um-it's okay, I can handle it" my voice was hardly audible as I swiftly replied and packed my stuff. Where was Molly when you need her.

"Camila St..." thank goodness "Camila? " I've never loved you more Molly.

I hastily stand up hugging Molly's arm as I make my way out of his site, but not fast enough for him not to grasp my arm. Shit.

"Camila?" the way he says my name sends shivers down my spine. How can a narcissist stranger affect me like this.

Molly senses my discomfort and manages to drag us out of the airport.

"What was that about?" Molly. I completely forgot.

"What about," I say as I follow her stride towards car that hasn't even changed a bit, always the vintage girl . Moll's choice of car had always amused me but right now it comforted me.

"You know what I mean," I dropped my bag on the boot of the car waiting for her to open the car so I can drop my loaded suitcase.

Slowly I raised my head to see her face, but her quirked eyebrows and her mouth forming an 'm' pout was an indication she wasn't giving up.

I mentally groaned then gave up
"I'll tell you all juicy gossip later," she wasn't bulging.

"Molly please," I was desperate right now, she could be difficult sometimes.

"OK but you owe me for being secretive," the next I knew was being crushed in a bear hug. "God I've missed you, never bail out on me again". I made a mental eye roll because she was sniffing, Molly the ever dramatic one. God I missed this girl.

"Never, I cross my heart," I said crossing my arms around chest which made Molly laugh.

"How's my favorite goddaughter doing," Molly made a face of fake hurt holding chest.

"Favorite? She's your only one", I laughed as she opened the door and I let my self in.

"Ever dramatic Molly," I rolled my eyes.

"But you missed me," I smiled, sure did.

"Sadly," she pouted and I laughed, a good hearted laugh. She was the best always will be."

"So how's Ciara,"

"OH, your favourite goddaughter,"

I playfully smack her arm earning a beautiful smile from her.
"She's fine, cranky as usual, you know. You gat' any thing I can use on four year old to shut her up during her childhood,"

"Molly!"

"What! I'm serious" my bewildered expression cracks her up.

"But seriously she puts up a fucking circus at home "

"well you can't blame her. Mama genes."

"I never decided to kill my own mum, but you're right on the brain part" I snort "But seriously she's good I can't remember what I did in kindergarten. She's really fast and brilliant". Her eyes brighten and I know without a doubt that Ciara is the best thing that happened to her even with the circumstances surrounding her birth.

She smiles sweetly at me, "C'mon it's time to paint the streets of NYC black". I groan and make a mental eye roll. Molly. "What! I told you, you owe me".

"Whatever,"

"By the way you changed you look hotter," I rolled my eyes. "Seriously you lost all your weight".

"Well not all, my hips and boob's won't bulge, plus I'm not skinny like a twig like you, Duh."

"Heh not funny," she scowled

"What!" I said in between laughing at her scowling expression.

"So how's Mexi..."

"Molly I don't think we are going to leave the airport parking lot if you don't stop bringing up topics". She sticks out her tongue.

"Childish,"

"But you still love me,"

"Sadly".

Her laughter vibrates through the car as the key ignites the car.

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