Pitts Pa.

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Sam

Ok, its 6:30 pm, it's fucking freezing and I am hanging around a high school track like a fucking pedophile waiting for my teenage girlfriend to come around and blow me. I think I might have to kill myself. Why do I do these things? How did I get here? If Molly doesn't come soon, I'm going to leave and I am never going to see her again. Yeah…right!

Molly Taylor. My mother had dragged my ass to some fifteen year old girl’s birthday party in an effort to socially climb at the family's new country club. Me - a freshman at Carnegie Mellon at a fifteen year old’s birthday party! I swear to Jesus that I had no idea when I first met her that she was the birthday girl. She was so tall, so developed, I thought she was the birthday girl's big sister or something. Jesus, those lips! When she leaned in and took a swig of vodka from the flask, I knew I had to taste those lips. It wasn't two minutes later that she gave me the invitation to do so. And then her mother came out screaming, "Molly! Molly!" and I realized what had just happened. I went back behind the pool house and polished off the rest of the flask. I had just fallen in love with a fifteen year old girl.

I have told myself a thousand times the age difference isn't that great. Hell, I had just turned 18 a month before, so I wasn't soooo much older than her. And then there was the way she acted, kissing me, tracking me down at the club. She was relentless. I told her to stay away from me, that I had plans for my future, not plans for prison, but she grabbed onto me and wouldn't let go! And since then, I have clung to her and I won't let go.

It wasn't so long ago that I was in high school, just a year and half. OK, so it was prep school and I boarded there, not at home. An all boys prep school. Now I had Molly on tap, 7/24 making up for every lost moment of my wayward and lonely high school years…Who am I kidding, I have Molly on tap? Shit, she calls or pages and I drop everything, I am out the door. Any time with her is precious to me, any time at all. It's so hard sometimes, we can go for almost a week without touching each other. We email and IM, page and call, all the accoutrements of modern society... But there is nothing, no gadget or beeper, that can take the place of her fingers in my hair or my tongue in her mouth. I can't live without her, the feel of her, the smell of her, the taste of her.

I know it's not the same for Molly. Maybe one day, but for now I know that I am not her Prince Charming…

Justin

Mom left me in charge. Left me in charge of Molly for the entire week while she went off to some businesswoman's retreat.

Not a problem, right? Yeah, right. Molly is staring at me across the breakfast table unable to contain her contempt. "Um, so Molly, what is on the schedule for today's events?"

"Fuck you."

"Okay," I begin. This is off to a really great start.

"Um, so you have school, then dance lessons and you will be back on the bus at what…um, six?"

"Fuck you," she says without emotion. What the fuck?

"Listen, Mom left me in charge, I am just trying to get a grasp of your schedule, you know, so I know where you are and what you are doing."

"Fuck you," Molly smirked and stood up and left the kitchen.

"Molly!"

"Justin!"

"What the fuck is your problem? All I am trying to do is take care of you, like Mom wants."

"Mom wants a lot of things. Like a straight son. Does that mean you are going to give up sucking cock?"

"Molly!" Justin screeched.

Molly

Oh yeah, Father Justin. Big Brother Justin, right! He hasn't shown a moment of interest in me in the last two years and now all of a sudden he is calling the shots? I looked over at his concerned face, his concerned eyes, how convenient!

"Mollusk, look. Lets…"

"Justin, I am not five, I am fifteen - sixteen in a few weeks so let's cut the bull. I am going to school, I am going to class then I am going out with friends. I will be safe, I will not talk to strangers and I will not pass go without collecting $200.00 dollars. Ok?"

"Molly, what?"

"Look Justin, remember a time in your life when you needed to go out, experiment, find adventure. Well, as they say, girls mature faster than boys and all they wanna do is have some fun. I for one, have to go out and experiment now. I have plans tonight. I am going out to Riley's Piano Bar. There is a dance contest, a swing dance contest. I have a partner, I am going to win. I will not do drugs, I will not have unprotected sex or chant in some sort of cult. I will be home before midnight and you can tell Mom, should she call, that I was a good girl and am all tucked in nice in bed." I stood up from the kitchen table and began to walk away. He grabbed my arm.

"Molly you are too young to be going to bars and clubs….anything could happen!"

"Please. You don't have to worry about me, Jus. I have friends, I will be ok, I swear!"

"Molly!"

"What?"

"Can I go with you, you know, like old times?”

I stood above him, smiled and said, "No."

"Come on Molly, if I can't come with you, you aren't going!"

"Yeah, right!"

"I mean it!"

"Oh, so now you are interested in me, um?"

"I always am Mol."

"Sure, now that it's convenient to be interested in me. You don't have some 30 year old guy taking up your time and now you have time to spend with me!"

"Molly, it isn't like that!"

I just stood in front of him, arms crossed over my chest. Yeah, right.

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