Unexpected Affairs of A Regular Teenage Girl. ~ An Original Story

Ok. So her name is Molly Cartwell. She has clean coppery brown skin, soft, long brown/auburn hair that is straight at the top but falls in delicate curls to the waist. She is pretty with a small upturned adorable button nose. She is a swimmer and volleyball player. That'll cause some problems later. Short(ish) curvy, skinny. Long arms and legs, and broad shoulders for swimming. 15. Best friends with Carly Hollocomb. Carly's older brother is Timothy "Tim" Hollocomb. He is popular, football player. Molly hates that; because he is such a stereotypical jock.(or so she thinks.) Her mom is dead. :'-( Molly and Tim used to be really close, but not as much anymore cause of his stereotype perfect status. Yeah, Molly is a pretty girl with many friends, and she is a swimmer and volleyball placer. She is also on the dance team. Same with Carly. They are both fifteen, and Tim is 16. They are sophomores. Carly is looked down on as "Tim's little sissy." it's the end of the year when the story starts at the end of the year. Molly's birthday is the last day of school, June 7th. So she will be turning sixteen early in the story. Carly's isn't until Febuary 3. Tim's is August 23. Although Molly has many friends, and is a jock, she is also very smart. She is a mathlete, head of the schools Battle Of The Books book club, and class vice president. :-) when she figures out she has to stay over at the Hollocomb's for the summer, things get a little, "crazy."

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Walking through the halls of MaryBell High, I couldn't believe it was the last day! The last day of Carly and My sophomore year! It seemed like the year was going by so fast! Not to mention, it was my birthday today!
"Happy Birthday!" Lindsay said with a smile on her face as she passed me in the hall, her group of friends muttering the same things as well.
"Thanks!" I say delighted. As of Today, June 7, I am 16. And it feels amazing! Even though there isn't much of a change. I finally get through the long hallway of Juniors, and got to Carly's locker.
"Hey Carls." I say.
"Hey Cart." Sometimes she called me Cart because of my last name, Cartwell.
"Can you believe the last day of our sophomore year is over! We get out of school in 10 minutes!"
"Yeah," She agrees, "Thank GOD they let us out early on the last day, or else there would be a huge riot in the halls!"
"Yeah and-" I was cut off by the loud, obnoxious, and much to familiar voices of the most popular players on the MaryBell High football team. Daniel Loobler, Sydney Tanner, Derek Mason, and Timothy Hollocomb. I recognize that name the most, him being my best friends' older brother.
"Hell Yeah! You goin' be at the party later?" Crazy Sydney asked. They yelled and walked as if they owned the halls, and MVP Tim held the football as if it was a statue of god.
"I don't know. Last time I got caught for sneaking out. Plus I have to keep an eye on my sister and her best friend," He saw us, "Wittle Sophomores aww gwown up now?" He mimicked as if we were babies.
"Yeah your little sister, she can come to!" Sydney said, the creeper. Tim gave him a furious look. He may be conceited, but he didn't like people talking about
his sister Carly like that.
As they walked past us and turned their backs so they were looking at us while they walked, they stepped up extra close to us, we were at Carly's open locker. Tim came really close to my ear, placed his hands on my waist(hey, it was so low, who even knew it was still part of my waist!), gently pulled back a thick strand of my auburn hair out of the way, his fingertips sliding across my neck while doing so; and whispered,
"Hey Molly.....happy birthday." I could just see out of the smallest corner of my eye that he was evilly grinning. He knew I hated him, so he just had to get let his musky scent breeze near close to me, his warm breath linger all around the side of my head, put his hands around my waist, and in all honestly, place his built figure rather close to mine.
"Ew!" I say, rather disgusted, "Geroff Me!" I swat him away from me, hitting him with my soft hair as I spin to swat him away. Dereck whispered somethinint to Carly's ear, giving her a genuine smile that she gladly returneonion secret(is something going on between them.) Laughing at my irritation, his "posse" left immediately after that, with there fronts toward us, not turning their backs on us. They walked in something of a circle, kind of like the curved lining of the inward path of the top of a wine glass. Tim put his hands up in defeat, holding his football in his left hand(Shocker! That thing was like his everything!), grinned micheviously, chuckeled, and winked at me. I just rolled my eyes in disgust, the nerve of him. His posse just laughed. By the time I looked back at them, half of them were already flirting with a couple of Cheerleaders(out of uniform, of course.) Except Tim. Hmm...this is such a stereotypical generation!
"Sorry." Carly whispered, with a sad grin on her face.
"It's okay, but it happens quite a lot. Did I ever tell you I hate your brother?" I ask for what must be the hundredth time this month.
"Mhh." She nodded.
"He is so stereotypical, so conceited, so unaware of the issues of the world, so obsorbed in Football to notice any of the other arts, like dancing, so-"
"Ok! I get it, you hate him! We go over this all the time. And yes, he does notice dance. He is forced to watch our pop routines, isn't he?"
"Yeah I guess. So, what's going on with you and Mason?" She blushed.
"Well..."
"Well....!" I pushed.
"I've been dating him for about a week now. Since last Saturday, actually; when Tim had his guys over to watch the game I was practicing a dance routine in the family room, they were all in the backyard. Derek came looking for the bathroom, saw me dancing, and I guess since then it's been kinda, I don't know, lovestruck?" She was blushing like crazy, finally closing the locker.
"Aw! Well that's great for you. I just don't have the time on my hands. With summer Volleyball season starting and with everything else, there isn't really time for dating, I guess." I say.
"Psh, there's always time for love." She jokes. I shrug, and the final bell rings. We head out. We decide to stop for pizza, then before it got dark(as if it ever did in the summer.) we walked to my house so I could check the mail. I had celebrated my birthday with my dad yesterday because he left on a business trip to Chicago this morning. We live in a little suburb in Philadelphia. The more....ivy...upbringing. Like Rosewood from The Pretty Little Liars series by Sara Shepard, but with much less drama. My house was very large, and in the same neighborhood as Carly's. It was white, with many windows in front, and cream window panels. My dad already told me I was staying at the Hollocombs for the entire summer, because he was busy flying around from city to city, sometimes even countries. Where was my mom to watch me? The answer is, she isn't here. She died of BAH-REST Cancer 2 years ago. I have a pink bow pin on my swimming uniform, same with my volleyball and dance uniform. And I have a sparkly hair clip. It helps me fight against this cancer, so people won't have to end up like me, grieving and confused. It also looked really good in my auburn hair and my light, copper colored skin. My mother was Caribbean, my father white. I grabbed my mail, with many birthday postcards and walked Down the block to Carls' house. Hers was like mine, except mine had a little bit more curve to it's design, while hers was more straight. And her curtains and window sills were deep crimson red. Each house on the block had it's own color of curtains and painted sills, it was like some old ivy law. We went up, and got to her room. Her parents weren't home, and Tim was probably with one of his Neanderthal buddies. I was still a bit hungry, so I pulled out my boxed slice of deep dish pizza. Giordano's. Best pizza ever!
"So.." Carly said, collapsing on her bed right beside me, "later I'll help you take your stuff into the guest room." Dad had sent....well, EVERYTHING, over here! He got big bulky men to carry my whole wardrobe of clothes, and 3 containers of my closet clothes. They were HUGE! I also brought my own suitcase with. Man, did I have a lot of clothes. But whenever I outgrew them, I picked a whole box to donate and replace. My dad also gave me the key just to grab random stuff, but there were security camera's so I can't stay there. I breathed in, but I couldn't get the scent of Tim off my summer dress. It was one of those normal grey tank tops, an elastic belt, and a wider back skirt with a flowery print. I used my arms to arch me up and asked,
"Carly?"
"Hmm?" She replied, staring up from her phone.
"Why do you think Tim terrorizes me all the time?" She grinned.
"Not all the time. It just seems like that to you because you let it get to you. That's why he does it."
"Because it distracts me this much?"
"Cart, DUH! Lol, and he said your hair smells like tropical fruit."
"Um..okay."

2 hours later
It was almost 6:15 when Tim got back. I was changed into my pajamas, some shorts and a loose tee-shirt. He walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. I tried ignored him, but I couldn't resist the urge to say to him,
"Back so soon? Did they already run out of girls to kiss?" He grinned and shut the fridge.
"It wasn't like that-" he tried to continue in defense, but I cut him off.
"Oh really Timothy? I'm pretty sure it has always been like that since you hit such a high status." I remarked.
"Yes, really, Mariel." He said. I spun around from the chopping board.
"How do you remember that? They stopped calling me that about 3 years ago." Mariel Cartwell was my real name; but Molly for short. Tim had gone on and grown up, making his own friends, and I'm shocked he could remember.
"You think I would forget? I see you all the time, your my little sister's best friend, I know almost everything about you." He answered with a smile.
"Is that so?" I said.
"Yes. And by the way," He said, and I could hear footsteps, "I could." He put his hands on my waist from behind again, brought his face(with his entire body!) rather close to me, unfortunately, and said, "I could probably get any girl I wanted." That's what really pissed me off. I shoved him off of me and gave him a very deathly glare(I'm not gonna say If looks could kill, he would already be dead, because that is a very cliche saying.)
"What is wrong with you, Tim?!" I questioned.
"What? What's wrong with me? " He replied.
"Yea, you! You are so stereotypical! It's crazy! We used to be friends! Now your too perfect for us."
"That's not it. Your just a whole different person from me! You are all stuck up and snobbish and-"
"I'm stuck up and snobbish. ME?! Look at you!" I say in heavy anger.
"Yeah. If you've noticed, your kind of hellish. Like a b!+ch." Oh he did not just go there. I slapped the bread over my sandwich and walked out of the kitchen towards the stairs, "Fvck you." I say. He just snorts. "And remember to bring my sh!+ upstairs."
As I was leaving upstairs, I heard someone punch the wall.(Yeah he better be sorry!)
"What happened?" asked an oblivious Carly.
"Nothing, don't worry Carls. I'm pretty tired, can I go to bed."
I hugged her.
"Okay, but are you sure your-" She never got to finish that sentence, because by then I yelled good night, and began eating my sandwich.

Wasn't the first night a blast!?

A/N: How do u like it? I won't continue till I get at least 6 comments!