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formal fights
It was Friday night, meaning Molly had to suffer through yet another dinner at her grandparents. Richard was in Prague on business, leaving the four Gilmore women unattended. As usual, Emily had spent the evening talking on topics that had gone uninterested to the three others. Molly had zoned out, her eyes only focused on her plate as she heard Emily and Lorelai begin to argue over avocados.
She hadn't been brought into conversation until Emily had grown annoyed with Lorelai's dislike for avocados.
"Tell me all about Chilton formal next week." Molly bit into her cheeks as Emily looked to the girls.
Tristan had invited her days ago, Molly obligated to say yes, despite not wanting to spend a night surrounded by his schoolmates. She hadn't heard Rory bring it up either, allowing her to wait until last minute to tell her mother. Of course though, Emily had to have known.
"There's a formal?" Lorelai asked, looking to Rory who's mouth hung open in surprise.
"How do you know about the formal?" Rory questioned the older woman.
"Yeah, how do you know about the formal?" Lorelai added, looking to an unphased Emily.
"I read my Chilton news letter."
"Since when do you get a Chilton news letter." Molly rolled her eyes, hoping the topic would drown out into another petty argument between the two women.
"Well, as a major contributor to Rory's education I figured I had the right to ask for a news letter to be sent to my house.." Emily excused herself from her seat, beginning to walk into the hall. "And it's a good thing too, since you don't bother to read yours. One of us should be up to date on the going's on at Rory's school." Emily walked back towards the table, the news letter now in her hands.
"Hey. Mom, I read Rory's news letter."
"You did?" Emily asked, clearly not believing Lorelai's bluff.
"That's right."
"What was the picture on the cover?"
"How long do we have to sit and listen to this? There's a dance. We all know mom doesn't read any papers." Molly whispered into her sisters ear.
"I don't think mom knows she doesn't read the paper." Rory responded in a hushed voice, a silent giggle leaving both their mouths.
"So you have a formal coming up?" Lorelai asked Rory, finally sick of arguing with her mother.
"Yeah, but I don't think I'm gonna go." Rory answered in a quiet voice.
"Nonsense, of course you're going. I'm sure your sister will be attending with Mr Dugray." Emily said, smiling over to the red head who nodded slightly.
"Mom, if Rory doesn't want to go she doesn't have to go." Lorelai said before looking to her youngest, "you knew about the dance?"
"Yeah, Tristan asked me a while ago.. guess I forgot to tell you." Molly mumbled, her fork scratching at her nearly empty plate. "Can I be excused?"
"Of course." Emily answered and Molly pushed herself out of the chair before her mother could tell her otherwise.
Molly walked into the livingroom, laying back onto the couch, her eyes bouncing over every board on the ceiling. It wasn't long until Rory walked in, a pout on her face as she took a seat beside Molly.
"So.. you're going to the formal at Chilton?" Rory asked, Molly sighed, sitting up to face her sister.
"Guess so, I mean, I'd feel like a shit girlfriend if I told him no just because I didn't want to spend a few hours around some prep students. Plus, it could be fun, I really think you should come." Molly insisted, a soft smile sent to Rory who looked to be debating in her head.
"I don't know, I mean I don't really like dances and I'm sure Dean would've want toβ"
"Screw Dean, if he doesn't want to go I've got an idiot blonde who's always ready to show off. He'd drive those Chilton girls wild."
"I really don't think Dean would like that. I mean me going with WD, that'sβ" Rory laughed to herself, cheeks tinting a shade of pink, "that's weird."
"What's weird about it? He's been Izzy's stand in date for the last few years." Molly shrugged, Rory's head shaking at the thought.
"He's got a girlfriend now and seriously Molly it's Wyatt. I'll just ask Dean." Rory mumbled, the redheads eyes rolling and she fell back onto the couch.
"Ashley wouldn't mind sharing forβwait, did you just agree to go?"
"I said I'll ask Dean."
"So you'll go." Molly smiled to her sister, "it'll be fun, I promise."
β
"A Chilton dance? That's so cool. I mean, it's probably gonna be like a real ball, right? I've always wanted to go to a ball." Ashley said, stomach laid against Wyatt's bed.
Molly was sat on the floor, sketchbook open as she tried to draw the girl in front of her. Izzy was beside Ashley, half asleep as she listened to them talk. Wyatt was in and out, running between his room to the diner each time Luke called for him.
"It's not that formal." Molly said, using her finger to smudge the led. "But next time I'm invited to a ball, I promise I'll bring you as my date."
"Oh shit, stick up the middle finger right up to those homophobes? Cause I'm sure Iz wouldn't mind joining, right hun?" Ashley grinned, nudging the tired girls side.
"Mhm, I'm sure if we muzzle Tristan and Wyatt, they can go as each other's dates." Izzy said, reaching over Ashley to grab the can of pringles and set it between them.
"Who am I dating?" Wyatt asked as he walked in, throwing his flannel onto his pile of clothes by the door.
"Not me." Ashley answered, his brows furrowed and he walked over to the girl. "Sorry WD but we've declared this a hetero free zone, we're protesting the patriarchy in the morning." She stated, smirking up to the blonde as he took a seat beside Molly on the beanbag.
"Do you see any heteros? Cause I don't." Wyatt looked around the room, shrugging with a smug smile and the three girls stared at him questionably. "Hah, I'm kidding, I'm straight as shit. You all know this." Wyatt said awkwardly, reaching forward to grab Molly's notebook.
"I'm convinced." Molly muttered, the blonde rolling his eyes.
"Swear." He stuck his right hand up and they all continued to stare at him. "What?"
"Nothing." Izzy shook her head, smiling to herself.
"It's 2000, I say we did pretty good at collecting the few somewhat openly queer people in Stars Hollow, you think?" Molly said, tear her book out of Wyatt's hands.
"Look's like Wyatt's trying to collect the whole rainbow." Izzy giggled, the blonde rolling his eyes at her suggestion.
"From an outsider's perspective it just looks like I've got three girlfriends." Wyatt joked, flipping his hat onto his face. "Now, if my dad calls, tell him I've died or some shit." He yawned out, sinking further down onto the bean bag.
"Oh shit, should we hide the body?" Molly asked, poking Wyatt's leg with her pencil.
"I'm sure there's a hatchet somewhere so we can cut him up and then burn the evidence." Izzy said, Wyatt sat up, his hat falling to his chest revealing his wide eyes. "Only joking." Izzy assure him and he rolled his eyes, laying back down.
"Or are we?"
"So, Molls, can I do your makeup for the dance?" Ashley asked, taking one of Izzy's pringles as she smiled to the redhead on the floor.
"Please do. I'm so bad at makeup it's a crime." Molly told her, Izzy laughed, nodding in agreement.
"She tried her makeup for eighth grade formal and looked like a baby raccoon." Izzy added, Wyatt letting out a breathy laugh beneath his hat.
"I could've done a better job." Wyatt mumbled, earning a smack to the leg from Molly.
"It wasn't that bad!"
"Oh, yes it was. You'd think for someone with such good artistic abilities that you'd be good but nope." Izzy retorted with a giggle, smiling sheepishly as Molly sent her a glare.
"I'm getting coffee and away from you jerks." Molly mumbled, throwing doen her pencil and leaving the room.
She walked down to the diner, smiling to Luke as she took her spot behind the counter. Taking a mug, she reached for the coffee pot, the man glaring at her as he grabbed it.
"Get out from behind the counter or I'm putting you to work." He told her, she only held out the mug, a flamboyant smile set on her face.
"Will I get payed?" She asked, his brow raising at her. "I'm broke. I have like two cents to my name and Iβ" Luke started pouring the coffee, rolling his eyes at the teen. "I'm serious."
"Right, if I hire you I'm going to end up doing more work than I already do."
"I'm not Wyatt." She sang out, setting the mug down once it was full. Luke nodded unsurely, turning away from the girl and into the kitchen.
Ashley and Izzy walked downstairs, smiles on their faces, "we're going to the library, wanna come?" Izzy asked, sneaking a donut from the counter.
"You really just asked if I want to go to the library?" Molly rose a brow at the girl who laughed knowingly, shaking her head at herself for even asking.
"See you later then." Izzy said, throwing up a peace sign as she bit into the donut.
"Wyatt's half asleep if you want to put whipped cream in his hand or something." Ashley said as she followed the girl out of the diner.
"I like that idea!" Molly called out to the wide eyed girl. "Lucas, I'm taking a pie upstairs."
"Have you ate dinner?" Luke asked as he walked out of the kitchen, arms covered with plates, leading to a disaster. Molly jumped up from her seat taking two plates from the man.
"Not yet. Where do these go?"
"Grilled cheeseβ"
"Kirk?" Luke nodded and Molly set the plate down to the suspiciously quiet man.
"Window." Luke pointed to the table by the window for the second plate and she took it over. "I'll make you and Wyatt burgers. I haven't seen him eat today." The man said as he finished serving the food, making his way back towards the kitchen.
"Just call me down when they're done." Molly told him, leaning over the counter.
"Sure thing."
She walked back upstairs, taking her coffee and pushing open Wyatt's door. He was still layed on the beanbag, hat over his face, snoring lightly. His arms were tucked behind his head for support, halfway off the beanbag with his bottom on the hardwood floor.
"Your bed would be more comfortable." Molly said, setting her mug onto his nightstand.
His head lifted slightly, hat falling below his eyes, "I'm good." He mumbled, sitting up and rubbing his tired eyes.
"Izzy stole your girlfriend." She told him, taking the bed for herself. He stayed quiet, staring at the ground beside him. "You okay?"
"Yeahβyeah, I justβ" his eyes squeezed shut, a light laugh leaving his mouth.
"Wyatt?"
He sighed, getting up from his spot and making his way to lay beside her on the small bed. His face fell into the pillow, words muffled as he spoke.
"I'm gonna need you to speak up, Danes."
"I feel like a fucking dick." He muttered, lifting his head to look at her.
"Aren't you?" She joked, a playful grin on her face but he didn't laugh. "What happened?"
"Nothing. Nothing happened, I just, sometimes I get this thought that they're actually into each other. Which is so stupid because I don't think they'dβ"
"Who's they, Wyatt?"
"Izzy and Ashley." His face fell back into the pillow and she stared at him, confused by his accusations.
"Are you jealous?" His head shook and she was even more confused. "I'm seriously not getting what you're saying." She told him, he groaned loudly, sitting up and staring at her with frustration.
"I'm not jealous of the fact that my best friend, hell, my little sister so obviously has the hots for my girlfriend. That's the problem, because if they got together, I think I'd be more happy than anything." He spoke quickly, the words coming out in a blur but she understood.
"So you don't have feelings for Ashley?"
"No, Molls, I do, hell I may even love her but I don't think she can love me like that. But if she can love Izzy like that, I want her to be happy, I want both of them to be. I just don't want her to feel like she has to force her and I because of her daβ" he stopped himself, mouth clamping shut before he could say another word.
"Because of her what?"
"I can't say, it's not for me to say." He answered, sitting back against the headboard. "I just want them to be happy." He spoke quietly, his eyes closing to hide the tears that had started to form.
"Who's to say they're not?" Molly asked, laying back beside him, her head falling to his shoulder. "You deserve to be happy too." She felt his chest rise with an aching breath at her words, her arms wrapping around him as he started to cry.
"I-I don't even know why I'm crying, fuck." He laughed as he hugged her back, tears rolling down his cheeks. "I think I am happy, as long as you guys are. You're all that matters." He said the last part so quietly she barely caught it. She broke the hug, smiling to him and wiped his tears.
"You matter too, Wyatt. You matter so much." She felt tears brim at her own eyes.
"God, you're so fucking corny." He shoved her away, laughing out and proceeding to wipe away his tears.
"I'm telling the truth, idiot." She retorted, giggling along with him.
He sat at the edge of the bed, his back turned to her, "wanna smoke?"
She rolled her eyes, "why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"You don't just let yourself feel for a moment."
"You sound like my therapist, now, you can either join me on the roof or sit here and contemplate cleaning my room." He said, sliding open the window and leaning against the frame.
"Luke's making burgers for us."
"We can eat them after."
β
"That dress is going to look so good on you." Ashley said, laying out her endless amounts of makeup she'd brought over.
Molly's dress had been hanging from her closet door, recently purchased from a small outlet store in Hartford. She would've had her mother make her one as she had Rory, but when she saw the dress from the window she had to have it.
"You think so?" Molly smiled, sitting at the chair in front of her vanity.
"I know so." Ashley sang, taking out a bottle of primer to apply to Mollys face. "Thank you for letting me do this, I really didn't think you'd agree to it."
"No, thank you for doing it. I'd probably show up looking like a circus act." Molly chuckled, her eyes closing as the other began to apply the cream.
"Honestly you could go without the makeup and still out-do all those bitches." Ashley said, Molly trying to hold her smile back. She could feel her start to apply a light laying of concealer beneath her eyes, proceeding to keep them closed. "Can I ask you something?"
"You just did." Molly mumbled, a stiff laugh leaving Ashley's mouth.
"It's about Wyatt." Molly fell serious as she said it, nodding slightly. "Is he gonna break up with me?" Ashley asked, Molly's eyes opened wide, curious as to what gave her the idea. "It's just, this last week has been weird between us and I feel like he's drifting away, maybe I'm drifting away. It's stupid, I know butβ"
"It's not stupid. I think you two just need to talk, there's some things that I can't say and some things I know you're not saying. So, I really can't answer that honestly because I don't know. I know he really likes you, we all do, you're one of us now." Molly tried her best to explain without telling her what the blonde had said days prior.
"I really like you guys too and I think that's what scares me the most. If something were to happen with me and Wyatt, I would hate to not have you guys as friends anymore. Believe it or not, the cheer squad doesn't really understand the concept of friends." Ashley continued to apply the make as she spoke.
"You wouldn't lose us. You'd have to do something absolutely terrible for that to happen and I'm not sure you're capable of terrible." Molly opened her eyes to see a tear fall from Ashley's, the girl wiping it the second it dropped. "I know it's not my business but.. is there something more than just Wyatt that's bothering you?"
Ashley's head fell, bottom lip pulling between her teeth, "nothing that's new." She mumbled, taking out a small eyeshadow pallet. "Close your eyes."
Molly did as she was told, "you know you can talk to me, right?"
"I know, it's just that talking isn't going to make it stop. I'm used to it."
"Used to what?"
"My dad. His opinions, the way he thinks and acts, I have to be used to it. It's not like my mom will say anything, she just sits there with her fucking glass of wine andβgod, I'm sorry." Ashley stopped herself, the guilt of letting out her feelings overwhelming.
"Don't be sorry, Ash."
"I'm almost done." The brunette smiled, trying to stray from the topic. "Then I'll do your hair, cause this, is not working for me."
It took nearly an hour to get Molly's hair to tame and get her into the dress. When they'd finally finished, Lorelai had been yelling for them to come down, impatient to see her. Rory had finished before them, waiting with Lorelai to see the finished look.
"Come on! I wanna see!" Lorelai yelled as Molly pulled on her sheer gloves. She had heels to go with the dress, a simple pair of black wedges that hid beneath the dress. She wouldn't have worn them, had she not been going to a dance with people likely to judge her every move.
Ashley ran out of the room, stopping at the top of the stairs, "the elegant, Molly Gilmore!" Molly came out dramatically, waving to her mother and sister as if she were a princess.
"Who is this and where is my daughter!" Lorelai exclaimed, a gaping smile at the red haired teen.
"You look amazing!" Rory was in awe of her twin as she came down.
"So do you!" Molly smiled as the doorbell rang, Sookie coming in seconds later.
"I got taco's!" She announced, holding the bag in the air. Sookie stopped as she saw the girls, gasping out, "oh my god! You're movie stars! Im serious.. at some point tonight, walk down a flight of stairs."
"You missed it! I just did. I can reenact it if you'd like." Molly said, Sookie's face lit up more.
"No, no! You don't have to! Here, have a taco!" Sookie handed her the bag, Molly looking into it curiously.
"I think I'll make a mess." Molly said, setting the bag back down. The front door opened, a frantic Wyatt and Izzy rushing inside. They froze as they saw Molly, jaws hanging with wide eyes at her appearance. "I don't know if I should be worried about your faces orβ"
"You lookβyou'reβI feel like I'm in the twilight zone." Wyatt blinked repeatedly as he stared at the girl.
"I think what he means is that you look absolutely beautiful." Izzy said, hitting his shoulder for his gawking manner.
"Thank you. You should see Rory though, I'm not sure whereβ" Rory ran out of her room with a bottle of hairspray. "There's the
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