it all seems long over due [[Molly]]

[Corbin Blake Castleman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] STILL HAVEN'T MET YOU YET The Words: 713 The Outfit: clicky The Notes cor and mae would like you to know it's maroon NOT brwon Every single memory that made a good impression on Corbin’s mind was somehow rooted from some crazy thing Der and Molly decided to convince him to do. He wasn’t that hard to persuade into anything either. He loved all of it. Even if some of it was really dumb things that could have gotten him hurt, he still loved them. What was life without the fear of danger? Plus he had been the youngest so of course he was going to be the one to be dared to do dumb stuff. It was only the natural pecking order. ‘Ya but if you don’t recall I slept like a pretzel.’ Cor had always been on the tall side. He was 5’9” when he was 14 and just kept growing until he hit the tall, gangly 6’1” that he currently stood at. Being in the trunk of a car at that height was not the most comfortable thing in the world. He would never recommend it nor would he ever do it again. ‘Ya well at least you could walk correctly the next day!’ He remembered the weird look he got for Josh when he walked in the next morning walking weirdly. He just looked at his brother with one of those don’t ask looks and made his way to his room to get proper sleep. Corbin rolled his eyes at her reaction to his MAROON shirt. ‘So sue me, I have pride in my school.’ He wasn’t lying when he said he had pride. There were probably seven more shirts at least in his drawer. Then of course he had sweatpants, a few hoodies, an umbrella, a rain jacket, polos, and oh so much more. Ya maybe he had a lot of Texas A&M swag from when he went to school there. Even though that was three years ago. But hey! He was proud of his school and he would wear his ring if it didn’t always try to slip of his finger. ‘Go right ahead.’ He started to look through his own drawers for something to slip on so he wasn’t standing there making the puddle on his carpet grow larger. He took out his A&M sweatpants and a plain grey shirt, quickly putting them on and then going to place his wet clothes on the dryer before going to make the hot chocolate. ‘Of course I own a dryer!’ he yelled back to her. Why in the world would he not own a dryer? What type of person did she think he was. Not owning a dryer. What a stupid question. Silly girl. He loved her anyways. Wait, did he just think the word love? No he definitely didn’t love her. No way. Oh who was he kidding. He did love her and always had. He was pretty sure he always would too. Gosh that girl had him going crazy. He knew that she probably would never fully understand how much he really cared about her. He would honestly do anything for her. He would even die for her. As much as he hated the song Grenade he felt like the chorus about what the guy would do for the girl applied to what he would do for Molly. He really loved her. He let a small smile grow on his lips when he felt her arms around his waist. He would never get tired of her touch. ‘I’m glad to be back, Molly. Mostly because I really missed you.’ As much as he wouldn’t let himself admit how much he missed her whenever he was gone he knew he had. He had missed her even more than he had missed Der which was saying something because he missed his best friend quite a bit. He pulled the two mugs out of the microwave and set them on the counter. He turned around, pulling Molly into his arms and smiling down at her. ‘So we can either sit on the couch and watch a movie or we can go to my room and cuddle and talk and laugh about old times and catch up more.’ Cor was hoping for the second option. He wasn’t going to try and pull anything on her, no. He just wanted more time to talk with her. created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[molly irene haralson]

here i am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the light,

Molly smiled a little at the school comment as she examined the shirt. "Nah, it's kind of cute." She, after all, only had Manchester. She'd never really gone to college, or at least, she had tried and then her father had died and that was the end of that. Her mother had been in a bad spot financially after the funeral so Molly took on a few jobs and worked solely to help her mother stay afloat. It had seemed like that was what hear early twenties consisted entirely of, was helping her mother out. Molly didn't begrudge her or anything, it was an unavoidable situation and god knew the woman felt enough grief for hijacking her daughter's life, but Michael wasn't about to help her so Molly stepped in to do it instead. Still, she imagined it was nice to have some pride in your school. Manchester had just been a high school, nothing profoundly good or bad about it; full of good memories and bad memories and all sorts in between, but nothing she could be expressly proud of. She smiled at Corbin, and the fact that even though his school was hundreds of miles away, he still had a shirt hanging around in his dresser.

She chuckled when she left the restroom, changed, and had went on a search for his laundry room. "Just checking! Because I wouldn't be surprised if you didn't." She laughed good-naturedly as she teased him. It just seemed like a very Corbin thing to do, not own a dryer, although he had changed so much in Texas that she figured that hardly seemed true anymore. She paused for a moment to consider that before she left for the kitchen to find him. He was still the same person, there wasn't anything profoundly different in that aspect, just smaller things. Things she could appreciate. Like he cut his hair. And less superficial things, like at least a somewhat nurtured sense of maturity - or better acting skills, either or. There was nothing poignant or bad about the things that had changed, and in fact, Molly rather liked this newer side to Corbin. Well, it wasn't new according to him, it had been there all along and he had hidden it. She couldn't even imagine why on earth he'd do something silly like that.

Molly smiled into the back of his shirt when he said he had missed her. "I missed you too, so much." She had. There was a long time after Corbin left that she'd just wandered around aimlessly. Der and Anna were still in college and she was still trying to make something out of what she had left of a life, and she didn't have anyone to sit through it and commiserate with. She'd been really alone for the first time in her life after he left, despite all the people around her who claimed to be there. Der and Anna were really the only ones, and they were physically too far to really be there. Not that she blamed them, of course, they had lives - not their fault she didn't. And then she lost Anna too and that was pretty much the end of that, and it was just down to her and Der and little Dmitri. She'd moved on at some point, at least enough to properly function and grow up and be part of society, but she had always missed her best friend, always had an emptiness which was only made worse by the gnawing fact that she could have avoided all of it. But now Corbin was back and that was all that really mattered, that and their friendship had become something... else in his seven years of absence, completely unbeknownst to her until tonight. He tended to the hot chocolate and turned around to embrace her, something she had not only become used to but also terribly fond of. It was a little startling - maybe even borderline scary - to think of how things had changed so much in the course of a single night. Nothing groundbreaking, she was sure people did things like this all the time, but it just seemed a bit bizarre to her that hardly a few days ago she was ruing saying yes to tonight. And now she couldn't imagine having said no for a second time. Molly pressed her chin gently to his chest and looked up at him as he spoke. She had never been a particularly shy girl, never a blusher or someone to look away in moments of closeness, but she felt so at home where she was at that moment that it was almost enough to make her start. She smiled, which turned into a laugh as he rattled off her options. "Again with the options, I feel like I'm on a game show. Curtain number one, curtain number two. And even after all these years you're still trying to get me in your bed." It was a pointed joke, something she found amusing by the tone of her voice and the light laugh that accompanied it. Molly pulled herself out of his arms and reached around for her mug of cocoa, her other hand reached for his. "Well, I want to hear about Texas, so don't get too excited but we're going with option number two."

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[Corbin Blake Castleman]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] STILL HAVEN'T MET YOU YET The Words: 628 The Outfit: clicky The Notes gah why must they be so....them! ‘It’s not cute Molly. It’s school spirit!’ Ok so maybe he got a little defensive about his school and his school pride sometime. He just picked up on it from the Texans. So sue him. He had loved it so much and honestly he wanted to go back. He had been playing around with the idea of going to get his doctorate in the near future, but at this point when things were seeming to actually start with Molly he didn’t want to leave. He wanted to see where this went. He wanted to make things work with her. This time there would be no ultimatum. This time he was just going to stay and put the idea of being Dr. Castleman aside until he knew where this was going. If it was leading somewhere he would take her with him. If not he would leave, and not because of her but because he sincerely wanted to get his doctorate. And in all honestly he would love to teach at his alma mater even if it did mean living in Texas forever. He loved Texas so there was no problem anyways. A soft smile rested on his lips when she said how she missed him. As much of a warm feeling that got shot through his body, stupid doubts flooded his mind. Not doubts, but more negative thoughts. About how why had she never come to see him then, or started calling him less and less, but Cor pushed those out. It wasn’t like he made an effort either. Friendship was a two way street and the two of them had been slowly letting theirs corrode. Things were back to normal now though. Better than normal. What Corbin had always dreamed of. This was what he had always wanted and now it was in arms reach. He couldn’t mess it up. Molly was more than perfect. She was special. He was pretty sure she didn’t even realize how much she meant to him. He didn’t know if he could ever express to her how much she meant to him. He knew that she appreciated what he did when her dad died, but he was pretty sure she didn’t even know what she did for him. He had almost killed himself on several occasions because he just wanted to escape his family, but it seemed like every time he even contemplated it he would get a call or text from Molly. He never told her, but she was his saving grace, his guardian angel and he didn’t want to let her go. Corbin shook his head softly with a laugh. Every time she spoke, or did anything really, he knew why he loved her. ‘Ya well can’t blame a guy for trying.’ He kissed the top of her head with a smile. He smiled more when she chose the second option. Not because she wanted to be in his bed, but because she wanted to talk rather than shove on a movie. He grabbed his hot chocolate and laced his fingers within hers, leading her to his room. ‘Well….Texas was Texas. What would you like to know Miss Haralson?’ Cor placed his hot chocolate on his bedside table, taking hers and doing the same before picking her up, kissing her cheek, and placing her on his bed. He went to the other side and laid down next to her, bringing his big fleece A&M blanket over them instead of kicking down his covers. Cor pulled Molly close, wrapping his arms tightly around her and instantly feeling as if she was the only one who ever belonged there, because she was. ‘And you Mols have to tell me about life here in this hell hole for the past seven years.’ created by ADE! Pb-ified by WILL

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[molly irene haralson]

here i am, a rabbit hearted girl, frozen in the light,

She laughed. "Okay, okay fine, it's school spirit." It didn't really matter what he wanted to call it, she still thought it was cute. Her fingers tugged slightly at the bottom hem of the overlarge shirt, which ended on her leg in the same spot her hands did. She liked seeing Corbin so passionate about something, even if it was his college. There was nothing bad about it either, she knew people who did crazy things for the schools they went to. Sure, some of them - most of them - were athletes, but that didn't really matter. The point was that someone's school could become them in a way she'd never really understand or experience, and it was something interesting to see from the outside looking in. She smiled up at him, resisted the urge to wonder about what it was like to feel that way - to own shirts with your college's name plastered all over it, for tiny girls to wear when it rained - and contented herself in knowing it meant a lot to him. It was still cute, though. He wasn't about to sway her opinion in that matter.

Molly had genuinely missed him, even if their contact had waned throughout the years of his absence. For a long time after Corbin left, she'd felt rotten. The night in the field had taken its toll on her emotionally, and she'd spent a lot of long nights beating herself up over what she had done. Every scenario ended with it being her fault that he had left - and, to some extent it was, because she hadn't stopped him from doing so - and she had lost her best friend. She had Anna and Der, but she and Corbin had become very close over the last few years leading up to his departure, and when she left, it had upset her. Paired with her guilty conscience, she had no choice but to avoid speaking to him. How could she honestly have the nerve to call him up and talk to him, after she had chosen the wrong choice? After she had undeniably made a choice for him. He'd given her a lot of power to do a lot of harm and it seemed like she'd done all of it, so how could she in good conscience try to talk to him? She couldn't spend now focusing on that though, she had spent months, years thinking about it, and now things had changed. Something had shifted and she had a second chance to not royally fuck things up like she had seven years ago, and she was going to take it. And, more importantly, she was happy to take it. She had spent those seven years absolutely miserable, at best just getting through the day, but it had taken that time for her to realize exactly what she had let go, and exactly how much he meant to her. She had been so thoroughly miserable after he had left that she could never risk losing him again, and more importantly she realized that she didn't want to let him go, not only to save herself that misery, but because she genuinely just needed to be near him.

She laughed with him. "Trying? Oh, try you have, my friend." She raised her eyebrows, but she was still smiling. It was good to be able to joke around with him again, good to be able to have what she had missed for so long. A warmth hit her chest as he kissed her on the top of the head and took her hand. It was all so easy, there was nothing forced about it, nothing that felt unnatural or uncomfortable. It was like she'd been doing this for years, even if it had only just happened. It was a feeling she could get used to, really used to, which should have scared her - especially considering up until tonight, she would have gone out of her way not to give him the time of day - but it didn't. She liked it, this feeling, the warmness in her chest and the little tingle of butterflies in her stomach. She felt a little like a kid again, full of all sorts of excitement and optimism, full of the need for things to stay like this always. "Texas just can't be Texas. I mean, Texas, you know, 'don't tread on me' and all- oh!" She squealed a little when he picked her up. It wasn't like it had never happened before, there was something about her - probably her profound lack of height - that just seemed to put a rubber 'Pick Me Up' stamp on her forehead. He kissed her cheek and set her down and that warm feeling in her chest kicked up again like a wildfire. He asked about here, as he laid down next to her and pulled her up close to him. Molly looked up at him, turned around slightly under the fleece he had pulled up, and scooted up a bit so her face was near his own. "Here? No. There was nothing good here. I want to hear about Texas." As painful as it felt to hear the words come from her own lips, they were true. She hovered for a moment, pressed against his chest, her face barely above his own. She gave him a small smile and kissed him shortly before she sank back to settle under his chin, curled up against his side, her cocoa entirely forgotten. "What are the people like, in Texas? Are they nice? What do they do for fun there? What was your school like?" She couldn't honestly remember the last time, specifically, she had been outside of Ocean City. It was before her senior year, before she moved. Since then, the city had been her home and, in the most recent years, her prison. "Did you like it there?" Of course he did. It was better there, that was why he'd left, right? Molly settled up against his side, her head against his chest and her arm draped over his stomach. She'd never once, not in her life, imagined herself there seriously. But now that she was, she didn't want to move, ever.

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