The Gravity of Love

A/N: This was my Nanowrimo story this year, and though I won, I have yet to finish this story. I'm in the process of cleaning it up with editing and writing up the rest. Hope you enjoy! Drop me a comment - they're appreciated!

Introduction:

Molly sighed, running her hand through her curly hair. “You don’t understand, Marty.”

“You’re right, I don’t. You got the love of your life right in front of you and you refuse to admit it to yourself or him...or anyone!” Her best friend said from her spot on the sofa.

Shrugging, Molly began to pace across the floor. “Red is half of me; half of my life, half of my soul. He’s the only guy I can stand talking to for hours on end and who I eat with my almost every meal. The only one I share my deepest thoughts with since I first had deep thoughts. He’s inspiration and my support in everything I do. He understands me and expands upon all my wildest dreams and constantly pushes me to do more and better. He’s who I run to when I’m hurt or something goes wrong. Why would I try and mess with what’s already so perfect? Why jinx my great luck. And why add lover to that list?”

Marty shook her head in disbelief. “No Molls, no! What you just said is the perfect reason why you should make him your lover and probably even more!”

A tall frame filled the doorway then, showing Harrison’s arrival. He cocked an eyebrow, backing away slowly.

“Why are the two of you staring at me like that?”

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Chapter 1 - Sometimes the Snow comes down in June

“Where the hell are your pants?” Molly exclaimed through the door that was cracked open only an inch or two, the chain lock still attached.

The man outside her apartment looked like he was suffering. It was true - he wore no pants. Instead, he was dressed in a white muscle shirt and a hot pink towel.

“She won’t let me have them back. Please Molls, you got to help me.”

Molly suddenly understood what was going to happen next. Groaning, she slammed the door. It was the same story. Harrison Redford always came to her when he needed her help in getting his latest girlfriend back. He would beg her to befriend this latest girlfriend and find out what had gone wrong and how to fix it. And then she’d relay this information to Harrison, along with advice on how to go about getting this unlucky girl back.

But she was sick of it now. She already had so many so called friends, that it nearly filled all of the Nevada state and the California Coast. All these also doubled as Harrison’s ex-girlfriends.

No more. Never again. Not after helping him to shatter the last girl’s heart. And many more before her.

Leaving the door, she walked over to the black leather sofa and sat down, picking up a menu. “Chinese is good.”

“Well yeah, but Chinese has it’s down sides too.” Marty said, looking through the different home delivery food menus. “I mean...there’s so many boxes! And you never eat them all - so you either are faced with leftovers to stick in your already overfilled refrigerator or you have to throw it out - and it’s a total sin to throw out something so amazing as Chinese food. By the way, what’s with Harrison?”

Ignoring the last comment, Molly picked up an Italian menu from the coffee table. “How about here then? You like Italian.”

“Lots of carbs and fats...” Marty said, biting her lip in temptation.

Molly rolled her eyes. “Oh please - forget about all that crap. Loosen up a bit.”

“...I will. If you tell me why Harrison keeps knocking at your door.”

She groaned because, even after slamming the door on him already, he was still there, knocking and yelling through the wood. “Molly! Come on, Molls! Please help just one last time! Please? At least let me in for a pair of pants! Or...or a manlier colored towel? Please?”

His voice sounded muffled through the door and not very loud, so Molly kept going. “Maybe I’ll get eggplant parm. It’s horrible any where else, but the Italian restaurants get it perfect...oh, and spaghetti and meatballs...though I’d want to watch Lady and the Tramp if eating spaghetti and meatballs from a real Italian restaurant...”

“Bread sticks...I want cheesy bread sticks.” Marty said, licking her lips. “If I’m going to forget all this ‘crap’ about carbs and all, I’m going all out. And a...medium pizza for us. Unless you’re going to invite Harrison in?”

Molly shook her head. “No, medium will work. Why don’t you go order in the back room so the restaurant don’t think their delivery guy will be threatened by the madman outside the door?”

Marty took the cell phone from her pocket. “Okay, I will. But when I get back, I want to know how you got such a strong stubborn man like Harrison Redford to be groveling at your door and why you’re not answering it.”

“Molly! Please? You have those forest green towels...that’ll work just fine. And I need a phone to call the taxi - you can just slide it through the mail slot if you want...”

She groaned, grabbing a throw pillow and making it’s name literal.
“Hey, was that directed to me?” Harrison yelled.

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Marty checked her watch. “Food should be here by seven. Want to go through your movie collection a while?”

“In a moment.” Molly said, cleaning out her refrigerator to ready for more food.

“Is Harrison still out there?”

She shrugged. “I think so. At least from in here you can barely hear his anger.”

Marty watched a smirk appear on her friend’s face. “So...why is he here?”
“He wants pants, I think.”

“Pants? He’s standing outside your door for pants?” Marty said, looking as if her friend had gone insane.

“Well, that’s the only part I’m willing to acknowledge.”

“And the other part that you’re not?”

Molly sighed, leaning against the fridge and opening a can of soda. “He wants my help with another one of his girlfriends. He knows I wont do it, but he thinks if he begs long enough, I will. I mean, I’ve craved before, so he thinks he can walk all over me. I’m showing him he can’t.”

“So you’re not even going to give him pants?”

Molly laughed with a sigh. “He expects me to do too much for him. Let him suffer a bit and learn how to take care of himself.”

“Huh...well, he’s your friend. I guess he’s not going anywhere anyway. I mean, you two have been in so many fights through the long years...”

“Twenty four years.” She noted. “Yeah...we got in to some horrible disputes through then.”

Marty walked out of the kitchen and looked towards the door, where Harrison was still groaning in fizzing anger. “And I’m sure there will be many more through the rest of the years.”

Molly shook her head. “Just ignore the doggy. He’ll get hungry eventually and find his own way back home.”

“Yeah...unless he snatches our food before we get it in here.” Marty said in worry.

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Molly and Marty sat on the black sofa with their feet crossed on the coffee table, watching Lady and the Tramp and eating all the food they ordered, save the cheesy bread sticks that Marty had so craved. Those had been snatched up by Harrison and his bright pink towel before the bags made it in to the apartment.

“Just wondering...” Marty started as a song she thought boring on the movie came on. “How do you get such an unbreakable man to plead for your help? I mean, just to know for myself when I find a guy like that. How do you get them to beg?”

Molly laughed. “You don’t! Red is better when he’s being closed and stubborn than when he’s outside your door pantless.”

Marty got a devilish look in her mismatched color eyes that made Molly put up her hand to stop her. “None of that, thank you.”

She giggled, but relented. “If you say so.”

Outside the door, Harrison shoved in the last part of his last bread stick. “You know, if you don’t help, Amber will leave me. And then the whole breakup ordeal will have to start all over again...isn’t it easier to just help me get her back?”

“No!” Molly growled from her spot in the room, then made the movie louder.

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