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could ever
trust with them. And he never told a soul about even one. For really, as
childish as he could be some times, he could be trusted. Trusted to stay by her
side, on her side. To be the holder of all her secrets. And to support her in
everything. He was a great guy, with a steady job and is a hard worker. But he
wasn't challenged enough. Which was why he turned in to a daredevil when he met
Josiah Jeffers. Because he had an adventurous soul and feet that only wished to
be on the move. He had bonds when his heart whined to him to be set free. She
knew from their rare past midnight talks when he let it slip, that it hurt him
to stay here. To hold such a job that he found, to say the least, boring. To
live in an apartment that he wasn't fond of and felt like it's walls were
closing in on him, bound to crush him sometime. And she, because it had
happened to her already, had to pity him there.
    She took a quick glance over at him. He sat
there, solemn and quiet, staring at the base of the window as he kept running
the tip of his finger over the blue fluff interior. It was obvious in his
posture and in his little actions that he was upset and disappointed in
himself. If she could see his eyes, she'd read sincerity in them. She also knew
that he wasn't upset in himself because of what he had done, but because he had
known that he had upset her.
    Taking a deep breath and exhaling, she
lowered the volume of the radio until it could be just barely heard. "I
thought perhaps we could all have dinner at my place tonight. I'm cooking and
Marty is already there. She has a stack of videos from the rental store and is
bringing over the movie essentials the coziest blankets, fluffiest pillows
and the best energy drinks to keep awake. If the two of you want to come over,
you're welcome to."
    Harrison looked over at her in confusion.
"But...you're supposed to be angry and furious. Where did this come
from?"
    She shrugged. "I know you. And I know
the reason for your actions. And I know that no matter how long I stay angry at
you, you'll just do it again so it's basically pointless to waste my anger on
you."
    He shook his head. "No, I won't do it
anymore, Molls. This was it. Last time."
    "Don't tell me that, Harry., I might
just foolishly believe you and then get my hopes up again. You'll do it again.
Don't tell me you won't because you will. That restless spirit of yours rules
you and as long as you sit idly by and don't do anything to calm it, you're
going to get in to plenty of trouble."
    His eyebrow quirked in curiosity of her
words as he looked at her, at a loss for words on how to follow that bit up.
    Instead, he returned his gaze to out the
window and remained silent for the rest of the trip home.
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    The next day, Harrison, Molly and Marty all
shuffled in to the high school with dark circles under their eyes and barely
awake.
    As it was apparent, the energy drinks they
had consumed at midnight had worked better than they had expected, and it was
only about two hours ago when they finally passed out. Unfortunately, it was an
hour ago when they had to wake.
    "So what would it be saying for my
teaching if instead of Abram Jones falling asleep in half of my classes and me
scolding him...that I just join him today?" Marty asked.
    Harrison smirked. "You realize you're
talking to your boss, right?"
    "Actually, I was talking to Molly
you just happen to be standing here."
    "...you realize you're still talking
to your boss, Miss Disrespect?" He teased.
    She stuck her tongue out at him, then peered
in to her bag, praying she had remembered all her books that she'd need today.
They were there, and she breathed a sigh of relief.
    Molly was pulling back curls back in to a
low pony tail, not having time to do it before. "No one come to my room
for lunch today I'm going to be skipping food and sleeping in."
    Marty grinned, her weary eyes brightening a
little. "Yes...lunch period.