All That Glitters Is Gold
only shooting stars break the mold

Chapter Two

 I shift nervously on my feet as I wait for Molly to open the door. I hope her older brother, Gabe, has left already. I don’t want himto be the one who opens the door. Don’t get me wrong— I like him fine. It’s just, well, he’s a little protective. And much bigger than me. I don’t want him to see me coming over when Molly and I are supposed to be alone.
Thankfully, Molly opens the door. She smiles at me and I step inside, kissing her cheek lightly. She looks great, like always. I can’t help but glance at her tight jeans as she turns to close the door, then nervously hope she didn’t notice.
“You brought the movie?” She asks. I nod and hold it up.
We descend into the basement.
I use the word ‘descend’ because Molly’s basement is incredibly dark when all the shades are drawn It always smells a little strange, like someone tried to cover up the mildew with air freshener. But it’s a good strange, if you can believe that. It’s very different from the way Molly smells: like strawberry lip-gloss and shampoo.
I turn on the television and put in the disc. While it reads, Molly goes back upstairs with the promise of popcorn and soda from the mini-fridge.
It sometimes surprises me how Molly’s house can be so much nicer than mine when I have both parents, and she lives with her older brother—three years out of college—and a little sister still in elementary school.
Not that I’m complaining. I know that Molly misses her parents more than anything. They’re hardly ever home. I’m not sure what exactly they do, but I’ve never met them personally.
I sink into the couch and hear something squeak underneath me. I jump up, and notice the rubber duck buried in the cushion. I laugh, and Molly comes down the stairs with the snacks.
She notices the duck and, mortified, throws it into a closet with almost lightning-quick repulsion. I laugh again, and she blushes furiously as I put the food on the coffee table.
“I told Libby not to leave her toys lying around, but I guess she missed this one…” She sighs, still embarrassed.
I smile. “Molls, you don't have to clean up for me.” I say softly, twirling a lock of her golden-brown hair around my finger. “I like you the way you are.”
She blushes again, this time from happiness. We sit down on the couch and start the movie.

 
A new chapter! Yay! Sorry it's so late! I've been busy. (Busy being rude to my followers!!) Comment if you guessed where the title came from! (There's a hint under the title if y'all didn't see it)
Y'all can see I've been messing with the fonts and such, trying to make it cooler. Sorry if it's confusing. I think I'll keep this one, though.