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the five senses














"I could bathe in this ice cream." Rory hummed, sticking her spoon back into the tub.

The twins had been sat at home for the night, waiting for their mother to get back from her date. Though they had school the next morning, they couldn't care less about a reasonable bed time. It was already passed midnight and instead of behaving as if Christmas break was over, they were watching Mystic Pizza again.

"Not if we eat it all first." Molly responded, taking the biggest scoop she could from the cookie dough flavored ice cream.

"Gosh, could you imagine an ice cream bath? That would be terrible. At first it would be cold and then it would melt andβ€”"

"You'd be so sticky." Their faces scrunched in disgust as they looked to each other before bursting into laughter. "I think if I payed Wyatt he'd do it." Molly joked, sticking the full spoon into her mouth.

"I think if you just told him to do it he'd do it." Rory retorted, "Wyatt reminds me of that dog we saw in New York."

"You mean the one that mom tried to steal from it's house?" Molly laughed, Rory nodding, her mouth stuffed with ice cream.

Rory swolled her bite, "he's like if you make that golden retriever who plays sports into a person."

"You mean Air Bud?"

"Yes! That one!" Rory exclaimed, Molly thought for a moment, bursting into a loud laugh when she realized how on point her sister was. "Do you think he watched that movie and was like, 'yup, that's me'?" The brunette questioned with a laugh.

"You know, I do remember him having an obsession with that movie when it came out." Rory smiled at her sister, her cheeks turning pink as she looked down at the ice cream. "What?" Molly questioned, Rory shook her head, "tell me."

"I'm just curious on how you've never had a crush on him. Like.. he's this super cute jock who has been all about you since elementary school and you've never thought that he could be an option?" Molly's smile fell at her sister's curiosity.

"Why would I? He's myβ€”"

"Best friend, I know. I've heard that a million times, I think the entire town has heard it a million times. But when are you gonna come up with a better excuse?"

Molly let out an offensive breath, "wow, okay. Sure. Wyatt's incredibly attractive and sweet and can play sports decently. Maybe he knows me better than anyone else. Maybe I'd rather spend every minute with him than anyone else and that would make him perfect for me.." Molly went on, her spoon dropped into the bucket as her head fell. "But us now, as friends, it is perfect and why would I ever want to ruin that over something as stupid as a fucking relationship?" Her eyes squeezed shut, head hitting her knees with frustration.

"Mollyβ€”"

"Seventh grade. We were doing a reading on the outsiders and he keptβ€”he kept calling me Cherry, not just because of my hair but because I wore that terrible cherry chapstick all the time. I think that's when I started to like him.. but it went away because it was stupid." Molly couldn't look at the other as she said what she hadn't told anyone before.

It was a stupid middle school crush. On the guy who had been her best friend for years. Everyone had that at one point, right?

"How long did you.. like him?"

"Can't we just finish the movie?" Molly mumbled, the movie still quietly playing from the tv, though they hadn't been paying attention since the first ten minutes.

"You can tell me, I wouldn't dare tell anyone." Rory promised, Molly sighed, holding out her pink.

"Swear. On mom's life." Rory was quick to lock their pinkies.

"I swear."

"Last summer.. I stopped liking him then." Molly confessed, Rory's blue eyes widening.

"Three years? You liked him for three years and didn't tell anyone?" Molly nodded, taking the spoon from the bucket and stabbing it back in. "Why didn't you do anything about it?"

"Cause he never did." Molly mumbled, the black nail polish on her nails being scratched off. "If I had.. done something, maybe I wouldn't be in the spot I am now with Tristan. But I would probably be with Wyatt, and seven years of friendship would be thrown out. I don't want that."

"Or you two would be the hottest, most desirable couple in Stars Hollow."

"Or we can stop talking about this cause I'm going to bed." Molly retorted, tired of the conversation. She stood from the couch, tossing the blanket down and going towards the stairs.

"Molly?" Rory called out quietly, the red head turning back. "I just want you to be happy."

Molly gave her a forced smile, her eyes welling, "I am." She continued up the stairs until she reached her room, tears of frustration and confusion rolling down her cheeks.

β€”

"Spring break, me, you and maybe Izzy and Ash, we're going to New York." Wyatt stated as he sat down beside her. Molly looked up from her sketch book, having sat herself at an empty table in the diner after school.

"Why New York? Why not.. the mountains, somewhere with fresh air?" The girl asked, her pencil scratching along the paper. She hadn't planned to draw her view from the inside of the diner, but her page was beginning to be filled with townspeople sat at tables with the Danes serving them.

"My cousin lives there. I've been wanting to visit him 'cause I haven't seen him since we were kids." He answered, pulling out the chair from beside her and kicking his feet onto the edge of table. Luke walked by as his vans touched the table, smacking his shoes off without saying a word.

"Is this the same cousin that made you eat a worm when you were six?" Molly asked, a face of disgust as she thought of the story he'd told her several times.

"That'd be Jeβ€”"

"Could I get a refill?!" Kirk yelled out, tossing his head back as he looked to Wyatt. The blond rolled his eyes at the other, kicking out from his seat and walking behind the counter.

"What do you say?" Wyatt asked, the pot of coffee in his hand as he stood in front of Kirk.

"More coffee?" Kirk responded dumbfounded by the question.

"Jesus, Kirk, you mom ever teach you manners?" Wyatt retorted, pouring the hot coffee into the mug.

"Yes, she did. She taught me plenty of things.. except for how to ride a bike." Kirk answered, Wyatt shook his head at him.

"Wyatt's a great bike rider, I'm sure he could teach you." Molly teased, earning a glare from the blond as Kirks eyes lit up.

"You could?"

"No, Kirk."

"Now, Wyatt, the man want's to learn." Molly said, giggling lightly as Wyatt tried to walk back behind the counter.

"Luke, your son's gonna teach me to ride a bike." Kirk told the man as he walked by, a big smile on his face as Luke furrowed his brows down at him.

"I'm not!" Wyatt whined, stressed as his dad stared bewilderingly.

"He says he's not." Luke grumbled out, setting Kirks food down.

"He's gonna!" Molly exclaimed, Luke looked back at her, a sliver of a smile forming on his face.

"The kid took five months to learn, I'm not sure he canβ€”"

Luke was interrupted as Rory walked into the diner, the door swinging open as she looked around frantically. She had guilt over her face, her eyes drooping as they landed on her sister. Molly's heart sank at her usual bright eyes, fearing what she had to say.

"Rory?" Molly questioned, the brunette walked over to her sister, engulfing her into a tight hug. The younger slowly embraced her, hesitating with worry. "Ror.. what's wrong?" Rory squeezed her tighter.

"I'm sorry, Molly." Rory mumbled, tearing away from her sister. Molly was growing frustrated, what the hell happened? "Can we talk.. outside?" Molly was quick to get up, leaving her sketchbook on the table and marched out the door.

"Tell me what happened." Molly declared, bracing herself for what she had to say.

But she wasn't at all prepared.

"I think Tristan is cheating on you.." Rory spoke so quietly that all Molly heard was, 'tristan' and 'cheating'. That was enough for her blood to boil and her stomach to drop. "This girl, Summerβ€”"

"His ex?"

"Yeah.. they were all over each other today andβ€”"

"All over each other how?"

"Like him having her arm around her in the halls, her practically throwing herself on him when he got to school. It didn't look good, Molls." Rory told her, pity evident in her eyes.

Molly sucked in a deep breath through her nose, fist balling at her sides and her eyes clenched shut.

"I think you should talk to him.. maybe I'm justβ€”"

Molly shook her head, turning to the diner door and swinging it open with rage. Her eyes landed on Wyatt, his curious blue iris' already on her.

"Can I borrow your car?" Molly asked, her hands shaking, too upset to let the tears form.

"It's not fixed, I've been driving the truck." Wyatt answered, walking out from behind the counter. He could see she was upset without her saying a word.

"Wanna take a trip to Hartford?" Molly asked, the beginning of a panic attack rising in her chest. Her heart was racing, holding back her tears hadn't helped any.

"Yeah, yeah. Let me justβ€”" Luke threw him the keys without a question. Wyatt led her out of the diner, walking past Rory as she stood on the sidewalk.

"Where are you going?" Rory asked, Wyatt turned back to her with a face of annoyance to the girl. He didn't know what she'd said to Molly, but it had upset her so it had upset him.

They walked to the garage quietly, the blond too afraid to ask what was wrong or where they were even going. When the garage door was opened, Molly got into the truck, sitting quietly in the passenger seat, waiting for Wyatt to pull out. She buckled in, hugging her knees to her chest as she leaned against the window.

Wyatt's gaze hadn't gone unnoticed to her, the feeling of his concerned blue eyes landing on the side of her head every few seconds practically burning into her skull. She didn't speak up though, too afraid she'd choke on the words. She didn't want to cry, not over this.

The blond had resisted the urge to ask what was going on, not wanting to upset her more. He wanted her to be okay. That was all he cared about in that moment.

Staying silent hadn't helped Molly. It had done the opposite actually. Within minutes, her mind had been running with the conclusion that she was never good enough. The tears had started to fall soon after, flooding from her eyes without warning.

The sleeves of her sweatshirt had been the only she had to stop them, wiping each one that fell with frustration. As her hand moved up to keep wiping them away, it was taken in Wyatt's calloused palm. Her breathing heaved, a hiccuped cry breaking out at his comforting touch.

He didn't say anything, continued to drive along the highway to Hartford. Her cried eventually slowed as they arrived to the busy city, pointing out the directions to the home she had been to few times.

When they got up to the gate, she sighed, wiping the stray tears and leaned over the blond to press the buzzer.

"Who is it?" The gritty voice asked through the speaker.

"Molly Gilmore." She said and the gate squealed open in seconds.

"Is thisβ€”"

"Tristans." She mumbled as he drove up to the house, stopping a ways from the front door. "Wait here." Molly said, unbuckling and swinging open the door with a deep inhale.

"Are youβ€”"

"WD, you've kept your cool while driving me here.. but we both know if you step out of this truck now, you're not gonna be so calm. And I'm upset enough that I may not stop you." Molly closed the door, "so please just stay here." She said throught the window before walking up to the large from door of the mansion.

The only car sat in the driveway had been Tristans and Molly was grateful for that. She did not want to meet his parents now.

She pressed the doorbell long and hard, holding it until the door swung open. Tristan stood behind it, his school uniform still on, his tie and blazer missing from it. His eyes widened as he saw the red haired girl behind the door, her broken-hearted eyes staring up at him at loss for words.

"Molly, what are you doing here?" He asked, surprised at her presence.

"You didn'tβ€”you didn't call me." Her voice cracked, feeling pathetic as she presented herself before him.

"You didn't call me eithβ€”"

"I did call." The tears started again, not caring that she had been trying her hardest to stay strong. "I called while you were gone, I called when you got home, Iβ€”I called and you didn't answer." She wiped away her tears as she spoke, Tristan seemingly stunned by her.

"I didn't have service.." he couldn't even come up with a lie.

"And you wereβ€”you were with your ex at school and that'sβ€”that's okay but flirting that isn't andβ€”"

"Woah, woah, are you really accusing me of cheating? Over something your sister said, she doesn't even like me." Tristan retorted, disbelief written over his face.

"But she wouldn't lie to me andβ€”"

"So what about you then? It's okay for you to go partying it up with that low life and make me look like a fool?" Tristan spat out, her breath caught and the tears stopped. Now filled with nothing but feiry.

"Low life? You know I'm no better than he is and what the hell does it matter! We weren't all over each other the way youβ€”"

"I'm sure you were plenty on each other. My friend's called me the minute they saw my girlfriend dancing on some other dude!" He stepped into the doorframe, now directly in front of her as his voice rose.

"Dancing on and with are completely different things. He's my best friend and you know it! Why do have to make thisβ€”our problems about him? He's notβ€”"

"Oh that's fucking cheap." Tristan muttered, his attention staring over her, to the truck where Wyatt sat. "You need your little boyfriendβ€”excuse me, best friend to protect you because I've gotta be the bad guy, huh?"

"What the hell are you evenβ€”" Tristan pushed past her, marching down the steps as Molly took no time to chase after him.

"Tristan! Seriously, what are you doing?!" She yelled, watching as the door to the truck slowly opened. Wyatt now throwing out what she had told him as Tristan rushed over to him.

"Woah, buddy, I think you shouldβ€”" Tristan gripped the collar of Wyatt flannel, shoving him into the door off the truck. "Let me guess, you think that cause she dumped your ass that I'm the reason? Well guess what, the only reason is that you are a shit person andβ€”" Wyatt's smart mouth only made Tristan angrier, his fist rising, threatening to hit the other. Wyatt let out a breathy laugh, unamused and unphased by Tristan's fist.

"Do it." Wyatt dared, his nose twitching and Molly knew he was holding back. The fight at the school months ago was nothing as to what Wyatt's anger had in store. He knew how to fight the urge to release it, but the rage he had for Tristan Dugray was a lot stronger.

With Wyatt's word, Tristan threw the first punch, Wyatt taking it in the mouth. Wyatt's jaw clenched tight, his hands rising and he shoved Tristan off of him.

"You've gotta hit harder than that prep school!" Wyatt mocked, licking the blood from his lip and Tristan swung again. Wyatt ducked, returning the punch to Tristan's jaw, knocking him back several steps.

Molly was stuck watching, too afraid to step between them as Wyatt knocked Tristan into the grass. Tristan continued to fight back beneath him, getting in a hit to Wyatt's ribs. Wyatt hit harder though, his knuckles reddening with each punch.

"Wyatt! That's enough!" Molly cried out, Wyatt's knee pressed to Tristans chest, preparing to to hit again. He looked up to Molly, Tristan defeated by the other. "That's enough." The tears running down her cheaks had been what stopped him from throwing another punch.

Wyatt stood slowly, Tristan moving to sit up, "if you dare to go near her again, I swear to fucking god it'll be the last thing you do." Wyatt warned, spitting the blood from his mouth as he turned away from Tristan.

He got into the truck, anger fuming off of him. Molly didn't look to Tristan as she got into the truck, staring straight ahead as Wyatt pulled off. Wyatt was tempted to go back, the anger unsettled in his shaking body.

He pulled off the treelined road, slamming the door closed as he got out. Molly knew he needed to breathe, to find his control again. She wasn't upset with him, he'd only been defending himself, but she still hated seeing him get angry.

Wyatt fell along a tree, his bruised fists balled over his knees. The redhead carefully stepped out, making her way to him and crouching down in front of him.

"I didn'tβ€”I didn't hit first, did I?" Wyatt asked, his eyes squeezed shut, the memory of what had happened barely minutes ago fuzzed in his mind.

"No, you didn't." She assured him, taking his fists in her hands and he flinched back. "Hey, Wyatt, breathe." She spoke softly, though the tears stained her face still.

He breathed heavily, not calming in the slightest.

"Okay.." she tried to think of the things he'd told her that helped, "five things you can see." Molly said, his eyes slowly opening to see her.

"Tree's."

"That's one."

"The truck.." his eyes wandered, "the road.. blood on myβ€”"

"Good things, WD."

"You." She smiled softly, nodding reassuringly to him.

"Snow.. andβ€”and a little grass."

"Four things you can hear."

"Birds.." his eyes closed slowly, trying to focus, "cars.. you breathing.. the engine."

"Three things you can feel."

"Snow.. the tree.. your hands, they're warm."

"Two things you can smell."

"Coffee and your perfume."

"One thing you can taste."

"Blood." He mumbled out, opening his eyes again, his breathing having slowed. He wasn't fully calm, but he was better. "Thank you." Wyatt broke his hands from hers, only to engulf her in a tight hug.

"Thank you, WD, for being there for me." She spoke quietly and his arms tightened.

"I'm always gonna be here."

The ride back to Stars Hollow was quiet, the radio playing quietly as they both took in what had happened. Molly was no longer crying, Wyatt no longer fuming. They were only exhausted.

They didn't go back to the diner, Wyatt too afraid to face his dad with a busted lip.

Instead, they attempt to sneak into Molly's home, both her mother and sister sat in the livingroom. She opened the front door slow, wincing as it creaked. Lorelai's head rose at the noise, turning to face the two as the unsuccessful snuck inside.

"Hey, kiddies, where've youβ€”oh myβ€”Wyatt, what did you do?" Lorelai jumped up from the couch, rushing over to the boy who's blood had begun to dry.

"Oh, this.. hockey practice got a littleβ€”mmh!" His mouth clenched shut, trying

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