G/t I Guess

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Molly was in pain; she was in an uncomfortable and unstable position. She kept being thrown around randomly and unexpectedly. But it wasn't like she could scream for help; anyone who could help her here would be bad news. Not to mention if Molly opened her mouth, she'd likely vomit.

The enormous bus slowed to a halt at yet another stoplight, yet again throwing Molly forward to the cold, damp floor and onto her stomach. She couldn't take it anymore; she had to strap herself down. The humans occupying the many seats ahead of her might not have trouble staying seated without a seatbelt but none of them were 4 inches tall.

Molly reached into her pack and pulled out her wound up twine. She tied it with precise movements but quickly; the red light wouldn't last forever. She was climbing into the rope and ready to secure it completely and tighten herself down when the bus lurched forward. Molly bit her lip and grabbed on tight to the steel beam under an unoccupied seat, for which she was grateful. The less humans nearby, the better.

She'd hatched what she liked to think was a pretty smart plan to move out of her old home: she'd snuck into the bus driver's bag before he left his house and took out his keys and left them on the counter, partially obscured so he'd have to search for them. Like she'd planned and hoped, the driver brought his bag to the bus, realized the keys were missing and went back inside to check, giving her a little extra time to get out of the bag without being seen and hide, far away from him, in the back. Now she was getting a ride to God knows where, but anywhere was better than something that was getting demolished soon. She'd been lucky enough to overhear him making a very upset and fearful phone call with some stranger and discovered the news.

This mode of transportation was much less than ideal but it would have to do. Nobody said being a borrower was easy.

Molly was snapped out of her thoughts as the bus suddenly lurched to a stop, sending her flying forward. The scream she released wasn't a quiet one, but it wasn't loud enough to alert any humans, or so she hoped. She hit the floor with force that knocked the breath out of her, she gasped quickly and looked around to get her bearings.

She was prepared to make her way to a steel beam and try the twine again when the ground beneath her darkened with a large shadow, and her eyes locked with bright blue pupils. Her breath hitched, and all she could hear was her frantic heartbeat.

The human looked equally shocked, eyes wide and mouth slightly open. His brown locks fell into his face as he looked down at her underneath his seat.

Molly only remembered that she had the ability move after it was too late. In his careful fist her struggles were fruitless, and her stomach stayed on the floor as she was lifted into the air for a better look.

The human gaped at her for one more second, before truly realizing her panicked expression. He shook his head, blinked, and confirmed that he was in fact holding a tiny person.

"H-hey, hey, it's ok, I'm not gonna hurt you," the boy whispered. Molly ceased her panicky fit for a moment to look at him in surprise. Was he being serious? Or was this just a cheap tactic to gain her trust before he—did something.
Whatever it was, it couldn't be good.

Molly couldn't have stopped her tears if she tried, and she did; she didn't want to cry in front of him. What if signs of weakness would further prove the fact of how powerless she was in this situation?

"Whoa, hey, shh, why are you crying? Oh no, I didn't scare you did I?" The boy's whispered words of comfort weren't really helping, but for some mysterious reason she calmed down a bit, even if against her own volition the tears kept coming.

"Aw, shh, here..." The boy shifted his hands so she was cupped at the center of his palms. "It's ok, you're ok..."

"I'm NOT ok!" Molly yelled at him. Then her hands shot to her mouth when she realized what she'd done. That had to have been loud enough to get other humans' attention. One human was bad enough, now she was truly done for.

Molly was obscured in a hoodie pocket before she realized what was happening. In one swift motion, she'd been swapped with the phone that had occupied it moments prior. She forced herself to calm her breathing and stay still as she heard the voices of a conversation above her, merciless sharp noises resonating through her entire being.

"What was that?"

"What?"

"Luke, someone said they're not ok, who was that?"

"Oh that was just my phone, sorry. A random video just started playing, I don't know."

"Oh. Ok."

"Yeah."

"Whatever."

Molly couldn't believe her ears as she waited for the inevitable, but it never came. Several minutes of silence passed, and the boy, Luke, didn't do anything. The bus continued rumbling along, the constant, ever present hum of the engine fading into the background as just white noise, and nothing happened. Molly was...calm. She almost wouldn't admit it because there was no way she should be calm in this moment but it was a weird feeling, and different, new; she couldn't ignore this, but she couldn't do much about it anyway, so she let it happen.

When Luke carefully placed his phone back inside his pocket, it grazed Molly's arm and her heart started panicking again. It panicked even more at the sight of one end of the pocket opening and revealing an enormous hand coming her way.

Molly's instincts were screaming at her, to move, to run, to get away, to yell, to cry, to do everything in her power to not let this happen; but Molly didn't do any of that. She was frozen, but not totally from fear. While she was terrified, she ignored her entire nature to let the hand embrace her. She only moved as she was brought in front of his face, about chest level, when she leaned back on her elbows to look at him. He was holding her in cupped hands, and to the side by the corner between the seat and window, hiding her from view of anyone else nearby. Like he was...protecting her.

For a moment, it was just curious staring full of wonder at each other, fascinated by this creature in front of them. The silence finally broke when Luke softly cleared his throat and spoke again, in a hushed tone: "Sorry about that, you doing ok?" She pondered for a second, then nodded firmly.

"Good, good, I was worried I might have hurt you, or something bad happened, or uh...*ahem* um, I'm Luke, you got a name?"

Molly wanted to hesitate. Every fiber of her soul and mind was screaming NO at her sudden, surprising new desire to tell him. She blinked slowly, took a deep breath, opened her eyes, and softly grinned.

"M-Molly."

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Wrote half of this on the bus. Wrote the other half at home cuz it's 1am and I'm bored. 👍
If it sucks I'm sorry but now I have to go to sleep.✨