The rain had stopped for a time, but the sky was still dark. Molly was mildly wet, having walked to the park while it was raining, taking her time. She sat under the tree that her and Gerard often came too. The grass was less wet having been protected by the hanging branches over head, and she sat on her coat as to not be on the damp grass. Molly's knees were bent up to her chest and she rested her chin there, with her arms folded together. She hadn't been sitting there for long, when someone approached from behind. And she had two guesses as to who it was.

"How did you know I'd be here?"

"Gerard. He said you would come here."

She laughed under her breath. She should have known. "Was he mad?" she asked.

Mikey took that she was talking to him as a good sign, and went and sat down next to her. "No. Not about what happened last night. But he was upset that you ran out like that. He was sitting in the kitchen when you ran out of the house. He said he called your name but you just kept running."

"I didn't hear him."

"But he's not angry over what happened with us last night, Molly. If that's what you were worried about, he's not mad."

"That's not just what I was worried about," she told Mikey.

"What else was it then?' he asked.

Molly took her time and turned her head to look at Mikey next to her. "I'm sorry about how that all happened," she told him.

"But not sorry that it did?"

She bit her lip and shook her head. "I'm sorry if I made you feel bad about that."

"It's ok."

"I just-it just...wasn't supposed to be like that," she said. "And I feel so stupid."

"You're not stupid," Mikey assured her.

"You can say that, but I'll still feel it."

"Is there anything I can do?" Mikey asked her.

Molly shook her head, but then stopped and thought about it. "You know how you said you'd take care of me Mikey?"

"Yes. I would."

"I don't think you can."

"What do you mean?"

"You can't take care of me Mikey. Not in the way you'd like."


"It was never going to work out. It's not meant to be," she said, looking away from him.

"Why do you say that?" Mikey asked. "Gerard doesn't care and he was the only thing keeping us both apart."

"I know he was, but still, it doesn't seem right. How do you know that you don't feel this way, just because I'm the first girl you ever really liked?" There was a pause from Mikey that Molly wasn't used too, and she knew he was thinking the same thing.

"Are you saying you don't really care about me?" Mikey asked her.


"Then you do?"


"And then so do I," he told her.

"Mikey, if things don't work out, how is that going to be around Gerard? He's your brother, he's my best friend. He may not care about this, but in the end it's going to affect us all and change everything. He's all I have."

"You have me..." he spoke in a whisper.

"I know," she said.

"So what are you afraid of?" Mikey asked.

"I'm afraid that I'll lose my best friend. And I'm afraid that I'll lose you."

"Molly, youll never lose either of us," Mikey told her, placing his arm around her shoulder and pulling her close to him.

"You can't promise that."

"You won't. Because you know Gerard loves you more then anything, and I do too."

"I'm just not sure. I don't think I can do it Mikey."

He looked down at the top of her head, she was snuggled into his shoulder and had her hand on his leg. He had the familiar feeling of his jeans being ten times tighter. But he could care less. As long as he stayed there with her, nothing would change.

But Molly picked her head up and looked at Mikey, and her hand was gone from him. "I'm sorry, Mikey," she said again.

"It's ok," he told her truthfully. He wanted nothing more then for her to say she loved him, and that she wanted to be with him. But he was beginning to think she was right.

Molly reached out and took his glasses from him. She wiped the water spots onto the inside of her shirt, and then gently placed them back onto his nose and behind his ears. As her hand as falling away, Mikey grabbed it in his own and held on. She came closer and laid her head on his shoulder again, wrapping her free arm around his thin waist. Mikey did the same with arm, and with the hand holding hers, rubbed his thumb in soft circles. They looked out from the hill they were on in the park over the city that looked like wet, smudged newsprint. Blurry words seemed to be out there.

"I think the sun is coming out over there," Molly said, pointing to a small opening in the clouds in the distance.

Yeah," Mikey sighed, his eyes closed and his cheek rested on Molly's head.

I've Lost My Fear Of Falling

The End