Chapter Text
The morning spring dew shines on the fragile blades of grass. Up in the house above, a 17 year old girl is frantically rushed around her room, rummaging through anything and everything in her room. "Gosh! What should I wear?" She lets out a groan of frustration as she falls to her bed with a quiet thud. The doorbell then suddenly rings. She leaps up from her frustrating panic and rushes down the stairs, skipping every other step. She stops at the door, hesitating for a second. She knew she was a mess, but she had no time to fix it so she flung open the door.
"Diane!" She let the ending of the name roll off her tongue for a bit longer before ending the name. The long haired blonde stood in front of the door, she chuckled looking at the girl in the house. "Molly! You look like such a mess!" She waved her free hand to gesture towards Molly. "Yea..." She giggled under her breath. "Can I take that in for you?" She reached out for the bags Diane was holding, all filled with some sort of clothing. "Oh, no! It's fine. I can handle myself." Diane waved a hand of dismissal and walked into the house, closing the door behind her.
Diane walked towards the stairs, but stopped right before she went up. "You coming, Molly?" She asked, tilting her head. Molly emptily blinked at Diane for a second before finally registering the blonde's words. "Oh... Oh! Yeah, we can go upstairs." She walked towards the stairs. Molly put her hand on the back of her neck. "Sorry..." She almost whispered. "It's fine, Molly. You did nothing wrong." Diane reassured as she made it to the other's room. She opened the door to find the mess of a room Molly had created this morning. She sighed with a smile as she walked in and sat on the bed, placing the three bags she was holding on the floor next to her feet. Molly was soon the follow.
Molly walked towards her closet and started taking off some dresses from their hangers. She placed them on the side of the bed that Diane wasn't on. "So, these are my options." Molly said bluntly, gesturing towards the dresses while looking at Diane. Diane sat for a second, looking at the dresses. "My! Quite the options these are, but... I don't think I've seen you wear any of these though." Molly looked away from the blonde and to the dresses instead. "Yeah, I don't wear those much. I'm not as fancy as you."
Diane lets out a humored laugh, "I'm not all that fancy!" Molly starts to laugh as well and she places a hand on Diane's shoulder. "Yes you are! Look at how many dresses you brought over!" Molly took her hand off of the others shoulder and gestured towards the bag full of clothes. Diane looked at the bags, "Oh, you know how my parents get! This is our last high school dance after all." Molly crossed her arms and scoffed playfully. "Are we going to pick a dress or not? We only have a week until the dance." Diane got up and started rummaging through one of her bags. "Exactly. There's no need to stress out." Molly looked down at her own pile of dresses on the bed. "I guess you're right."
Beep, beep, beep!
The annoying alarm starts to go off. A 15 year old girl lays in her bed, groaning and turning around as the alarm continues to go off. It didn't take long for her to get fed up with the alarm though. She quickly gets up, her blanket sprawling on the floor, as she walks across her room to turn off the alarm. Flipping the light switch, she flops into her chair, thinking about the dream she just had. She's been getting these dreams a lot lately, dreams that feel like memories, but almost nothing was like how she knew.
For starters, in these dreams she was older than she actually was outside of them. Secondly, her personality was completely the opposite. In the real world, this girl was sassy and quite mean. The girl in her dreams, however, was quiet and timid.
But, there were two things that were the same. Two names, two people. Herself, Molly Baxter, and the blonde girl, Diane Goldenhart, her sworn enemy. It pissed Molly off that Diane was in every one of her dreams, and that they seemed all buddy-buddy. Molly put her face in her hands and loudly groaned.
"Molly Nicole Baxter! Hurry up and get your ass downstairs!" A young woman's voice practically screamed up the stairs. Molly got up from her chair, frustrated. "Gosh! I'm coming down soon!"
The bus ride to school was just as usual. No one really actively talked to her except to say hello as she walked to her seat. But there was a nagging voice in her head. It rambled and rambled on, no stop in sight. Then, she remembered. It's just Nolan Jay, her only true and very hyperactive friend. Molly sat a little less tense when she remembered this, and continued to listen to Nolan's senseless rambles.
"And then Diane..." He didn't get to finish his sentence before Molly gave him a look. One that said 'Don't even talk about her if you want to stay safe.' Nolan understood almost immediately and switched his rambles. But he stopped in the middle of most of them because they also include Diane in some way. It just pissed Molly off more than she always was.
Molly got to school and the time she was dreading has finally come. First period with Diane Goldenhart.
Molly groaned as she walked into the classroom to see Diane already there. Nolan stumbled behind. "Gosh!" He exclaimed when he saw the glare Molly was giving the blonde girl. "Why do you even hate her so much?" He walked up beside Molly. "She's way too perfect that it's fake!" She scoffed, "It makes me sick." The black haired girl walked over to her seat with Nolan following behind.
Everyone slowly started to fill the classroom until the bell had finally rung and the few late stragglers hurried their way into classrooms. The lesson was beginning and Molly was trying her best to focus but her hatred for Diane had always caused her mind to wander a little. Why do I hate her so much? Because she's a fake bitch. But how so? Just because she is! The arguing in her mind got louder and more obnoxious until, "Molly, why don't you answer this question?"
Molly's head snapped towards the teacher. Though it wasn't too loud that she couldn't listen at all. "157.93." "Correct! Great as always, Molly!" The black haired teenager smirked with satisfaction. This might be a better day then she thought. But then again... Could it ever be good when Diane is around?