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Molly walked into the diner early Sunday morning. She was unexpected by Luke, who had to take a double take at his watch. Eight in the morning was not the usual time she had come in lately. The teen hadn't cared to get out of bed until ten in the summer, but there she was sitting on the barstool with a smile on her face.

"Morning, Lucas." She said, picking up a menu as if she didn't know what she wanted. "Coffee and French toast, please." She told him, lower the menu to see him grabbing a mug.

"Decaf?" He offered, hoping for her to say yes but instead received an eyeroll. "You seem chipper enough this morning without it." Luke said, pouring the caffeinated coffee in to red, diner mug.

"I'm not that chipper." She retorted, reaching for the mug in his hands.

"Hey, dad, have you seen myβ€”Molly?"

"Wyatt?" She questioned back at the blond, drawing out his name.

"You can actually help me!" He exclaimed, running over to her and she rose a brow. "You can bring your coffee."

"And my french toast?"

"I'll make you some." Wyatt said, taking hold of the mug she'd set down. "Now come on, Cherry." The boy nodded towards the loft door, Molly giving in with ease.

"Don't burn them, though." She warned, hopping down from the stool to follow him upstairs. "What am I helping you with exactly?" Molly questioned as they got behind the curtain.

"I've gotta finish packing but I have no idea what to bring other than gear andβ€”"

"And you thought it was easier to have me do it?" She joked, gripping the rail as she had always imagined falling down the old stairs. They scared her as a kid, and even at the age of sixteen she could still picture it happening.

"You dress better than I do." He stated, stopping behind his bedroom door and facing her. "It's an actual shit hole at the moment since I have to share with Jess."

"Wyatt, is your room ever clean?"

He thought for a moment, "sometimes." Wyatt shrugged, twisting open the door handle and revealing his room. It looked the same as always to Molly's eyes, maybe a little added on by Jess.

"You better hope you make enough money in the future hire a maid." Molly said as she walked in, going for the only thing that hadn't been covered in clutter. "At least the bed is safe." She sighed out, laying onto comfortable matress.

"What is with you and my bed?" Wyatt teased as she sank into the sheets.

"It's so much more comfortable than mine." She mumbled her eyes closing at her lack of sleep and coffee.

"Clearly." He chuckled, setting the mug onto the nightstand. "You don't actually have to help me pack, I just wanted to see you before I leave."

Molly's eyes opened, a soft smile forming on her face, "we're going to Beau's tonight." She reminded him, sitting up against the headboard.

"Right." He nodded, as if that wasn't the response he wanted.

"I almost came over last night."

"You did?" He perked up, head tilting toward her as he began to smile.

"Yeah, I kept thinking about how soon you leave and just kind of found myself wanting to be with you." The words came out without thought and Molly nearly smacked herself.

"Can't stand to live without me, huh?" He smirked, thinking she would brush it of but she smiled.

"I can't." She responded, holding out her arms for him to cave into. Wyatt took no time laying beside her, his arms wrapping around her waist and pulling her closer.

"I can't stand to live without you either." He mumbled, his face burrowed into her neck and his words muffled. "Who am I supposed to cuddle with at camp?" She could feel him move closer, which seemed almost impossible as their bodies practically molded together.

"Im sure there will be plenty of cute hockey guys who will be down for a good cuddle. I'll even put in a good word, send you with a lengthy letter on how you're the best cuddler." She responded, struggling to contain her laugh as she felt him smile against her skin.

He sat up, allowing his eyes to meet hers, faces centimeters apart, "what if I don't want those guys?"

"Then you're shit out of luck." She responded, gazing fondly at the boy above her.

Wyatt's eyes wavered for a moment, bouncing over her face until he stood up. It was abrupt, taking Molly by surprise. He rushed to grab a hat from his dresser, tripping over various items as he went for the door.

"I-I'm gonna go make breakfast."

After eating, Wyatt had decided to finish packing, Molly having made her way downstairs for another cup of coffee. She wasn't surprised to see the morning rush had started. Though, she was surprised to see Peyton sat at the counter with a mug in her hands.

"You finally decide to try out the best thing ever?" Molly asked, walking behind the counter with her empty mug, filling it without waiting for Luke.

"It's not the best thing but it's alright." Peyton responded, a small smile tugging at her lips. "What's upstairs?" She pointed out, having noticed where Molly had exited.

"The loft." The redhead answered, setting down her coffee and leaning on the counter. She earned a smack to her side, the towel Luke had carried around hitting her as she was on the wrong side.

"Either sit in a stool or go help Wyatt pack." The man said, Molly rolling her eyes as she walked around the counter.

"Just wanted more coffee." She defended, holding up her mug and he looked to the ceiling with furrowed brows. "Seeing things? You know, you should probably get that checked out 'cause I don't thinkβ€”"

"I have a coffee maker upstairs, Wyatt could've made you more."

"It's not the same."

"Yeah, it is." Luke retorted, and Molly glared back at him, shaking her head. "You're just like yourβ€”"

"Good morning, Luke!"

"Mother." He finished with a sigh as the woman walked in with impeccable timing.

"And Molly?" She questioned her daughter's presence, stopping to look at her watch. "My time isn't wrong is it?" Lorelai teased, taking a seat beside Molly.

"Doesn't it say nine-seventeen?" Peyton asked, looking down at her own watch.

"Yeah.." Lorelai squinted to her daughter, "are you sick? Do I need toβ€”"

"Mom, I can wake up early. I'm not dying." Molly swatted at the womans hand as she tried to place it again her forehead. "Plus, Wyatt leaves today and I wanted to see him before he left."

"Didn't you all have plans to stay at Beau's?" Luke asked, the redhead nearly throwing her mug at him.

Wyatt, you don't have to tell him everything, she thought.

"Yeah, with Izzy and Ashley." Molly was sure to add as she noticed the face her mother had made. "Hey, do you wanna see the loft?" The teen diverted her attention, now facing the girl behind her.

"Um.. sure?" Peyton answered unsurely, though she'd been fighting a laugh at Molly's urgency to get away.

"Follow me." She got up from her seat, grabbing her mug and rushing towards the stairs with Peyton following. Lorelai hadn't tried to argue it, only confused on who the girl was.

"Is this like that grumpy dudes home, cause this is kinda weird." Peyton said as the got up the stairs, and Molly laughed out.

"Yeah, but it's also my best friends. I thought it was a lot better than staying down there and listening to my mom lecture me." She responded, walking into the loft as if it was her own place. "Put on clothes! We've got company!" Molly yelled out, receiving a chuckle from Wyatt's room.

"Beau's already seen my dick likeβ€”you're not Beau." He froze as he saw the girl behind Molly, taking a moment to get a look at her. "Sorry, I'm Wyatt." He held out his hand and she stated at it questionably.

"Peyton." The brunette responded, shaking his hand for a moment.

"Okay, Peyton.. why exactly are you up here?" He asked, confused by the person he'd never met or heard of before then.

"She's staying in Stars Hollow for the summer, I met her the other day and thought she could know the right people to hang around."

He kept his eyes on Peyton, "where're you from?"

"New York."

"Which part?"

"The city."

"Do you party?"

Is he seriously interrogating her?

"Hell, yeah."

"Do you smoke?"

"Weed, only."

"Good answer." He smiled, glancing to Molly, "thought's on the gay people orβ€”"

"Dude."

"Dude." Wyatt retorted to Molly as she interrupted him, "the gay community, how do you feel about it?"

"Are you gay?" Peyton asked, a slight squeak in her voice at the bizarre question.

"You first."

"No, cause if you're asking me that it could mean one of two things. You're a major homophobe or you're gay."

"What if I'm neither and just a strong supporter?" She seemed to accept that answer, simply nodding with a half smile.

"I think the queer community is definitely something I support, too." The brunette said, paying a quick look to the girl beside her.

Wyatt smiled, "she's in." He blurted before turning back towards his room.

"I'm in?"

Molly thought for a second, "I think you've been accepted by Goldie locks.. he's weird." She laughed, following after the blond. "Warning you now, it looks like a tornado ran through his room." Molly said, looking back to see Peyton walking cautiously behind her.

"Molls, can you roll for me? Or help me getβ€”"

"I can roll." Peyton volunteered as they walked in. Her eyes went wide, staring at the room, "you weren't kidding."

"Nope." Molly shook her head, opening the bedside drawer and rolled her eyes. "Seriously?" She muttered, staring at the packages beneath his rolling tray.

"Oh, umβ€”" he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly, glancing over to Peyton. "At least I'm safe."

"I guess." Molly mumbled, closing the drawer and sitting on the bed. "You can sit." She told the other girl, patting the spot beside her.

Peyton stepped over the various belongings on the floor, making her way to the bed. She sat beside Molly, taking the tray for herself. The brunette took out a paper, prepping the grinder by practical muscle memory.

"Is tonight just a friends thing or is it.."

"It's a party." Wyatt answered, rummaging through his dresser. "I think it'll be the last Beau party we'll get for a while too, so we better make it a good one." He stated, pointing back at the girl with a stern look and she furrowed her brows.

"You say that as if I don't have fun at them."

"Oh, I know you do." He smirked, causing Peyton to make a reasonable assumption.

"Wait, are you two a thing orβ€”"

"We're just friends." Molly declared, almost too quickly for her and Wyatt's comfort.

Peyton nodded unsurely, "so he is gay?"

"I'm not gay. I like women, I love women. In fact, some may say I'm a casanova." Wyatt stated matter-o-factly.

"Who has ever said that?" Molly questioned, staring at the blond as if he had two heads.

"Beau."

"Course he did." Molly let out a breath laugh, glancing to Peyton as she sealed the joint closed. "Beau's his boyfriend, just so youβ€”"

"Molly!" Wyatt whined out, glaring at the laughing girl.

"I think you two kissing made it official." The red head couldn't stop laughing as the panic grew on his face.

"Can I meet this Beau? Make sure his sanity is okay?" Peyton teased, joining in as she knew Molly had only been joking.

"We kissed once-twice. That's it." Wyatt corrected, "and if kissing makes things official then I'd be dating.." he thought, trying to think of who he had kissed.

"Half the town?" Molly questioned, the blond glaring at her once more.

"Maybe." He muttered, turning back to his dresser to continue packing.

"Got a light?" Peyton asked, patting down her own pockets.

"Yeah, but we can't smoke in here." Wyatt answered, stuffing several shirts into his suitcase.

"You got a smoke spot?" Molly grinned at the question, getting up from the bed and going to the window. "We can't use the door?" Peyton questioned wearily as the red head opened the window.

"Nope." Molly answered, climbing out to the fire escape with ease.

"I don't do heights." Peyton stated, staring out the window with wide eyes.

"Then don't look down." Wyatt retorted, a lopsided smile on his face as he watched Molly climb up. "It'll be fine, you can go before me. I won't let you fall." He assured, noticing the fear on her face.

"I don't know if I trust you." Peyton said, the blond's smile falling momentarily.

"We can go somewhere else but it's a longer walk." He told her and the brunette sighed, handing the joint over and carefully exiting the loft through the window.

Peyton took her time climbing up to the roof, listening to Wyatt's reassurance which had only made her frustrated. Molly sat at the top, a blue stick of chalk in her hands. They had brought it up a while back, the red head always getting into a drawing fit after smoking.

"You alright?" Molly asked as Peyton got to the top.

"He's annoying."

"I heard that!" Wyatt called out, getting to the roof seconds later. "I was only trying to help."

"Well reminding me every five seconds that I wouldn't plummet to my death only made me think of it more." Peyton retorted and the blond shrugged, taking out his lighter and joint.

"I'm letting you smoke my weed, be grateful."

"Right, sorry." Peyton mumbled, sitting beside Molly and taking her own stick of chalk.

β€”

"I swear if you two don't stop I'm going to actually stab someone." Molly groaned as they walked up to the house. After smoking, they had stayed on the roof for hours. Molly had listened to the two argue over the littlest things, things that she didn't thing someone could argue over.

She couldn't figure out if they liked each other or absolutely hated one another. She only knew that she was ready to raid Beau of his booze.

"Stab him." Peyton said, pointing to the blond beside her.

"Why are we stabbing him?" Molly let out a sigh of relief at the voice. "Not that I haven't had the thought butβ€”"

"You've had the thought?" Wyatt asked, Izzy shrugging as she and Ashley had come up after them.

"On occasion."

Molly opened the front door, walking into the crowded home. She had her sights on the kitchen, making sure Peyton had followed her as Wyatt wandered off. The party had already been packed, students of Stars Hallow prepared to live the night of their lives.

"Do you want a drink?" Molly asked, her voice loud over the music and talking.

"You gonna make me something?" Peyton replied, a smile cracking on her face as they entered the kitchen.

"I can try." Molly shrugged, turning away with panicked eyes knowing she was the worst possible bartender.

"I'm kidding, babe, I can make one." The brunette laughed, squeezing Molly's shoulder as she walked behind her to the drinks. "What do you like?" Peyton asked, staring at the variety of alcohols.

"Um.." Molly looked for the bottle, frowning as she didn't see it among the rest.

"Gilmore!"

"Beau, where's the rumchata?" Molly asked, knowing who had called out her last name.

"Safely stored for your arrival." Beau answered proudly, opening the cupboard above them and pulling the drink from the top shelf.

"Is this the boyfriend?" Peyton asked, startling Beau as he was unknowing to the joke they'd created hours before.

"We're not dating, she's like myβ€”"

"She mean's Wyatt's." Molly said, taking the bottle from him.

"Oh, damn right." Beau joked, taking two solo cups. "I'm Beau." He held out a cup for Peyton to take, the usual kind smile stuck on his face.

"Peyton." The girl responded, taking the cup he'd offered. "Thank you."

"Anytime." Beau grinned, "now, if you ladies need anything tonight, Molly knows where to find me." He told them, taking a few steps back while moving the joint from behind his ear to between his lips.

"Outside or smoke room!" Molly called back, earning two thumbs up before he disappeared into the crowd.

"He seems like a sweetheart." Peyton said, opening the bottle.

"He is."

Molly should've learned by now that several shots in a row would turn her into a mess of a person. She hadn't though, and instead she'd found herself five shots in with hockey stick in her hands.

The backyard had somehow been turned into a drink game consisting of a ball that the neighbor kids had kicked over Beau's fence, a hockey stick and a miniature soccer net. Molly was sure Wyatt had come up with the idea, only coming in half way through the game. If you made it into the net, the opposing team took a drink. If you missed, you had to take a drink.

To make the game fair, with Molly and Peyton joining in, Wyatt and Beau split teams. Yet, somehow, Molly and Wyatt had been losing.

"How the hell did you miss that?" Molly yelled, picking up the ball and throwing it at the blond.

"The net is starting to move!" He yelled back, throwing doen the hockey stick and gripping his drink from the table.

"I think you should call it a game before Wyatt breaks your stick." Molly heard Izzy, who had been sat watching the game slowly turn more aggressive.

"Hey, defense! This isn't a real game!" Beau laughed out, earning a simple middle finger from the blond.

"He's just a sore loser." Peyton said, filling her cup with the nearly empty bottle of liquor.

"We don't say the 'l' word." Molly told her, hoping Wyatt hadn't heard what she said. Fortunately, he hadn't, because he was indeed a sore loser.

"WD, why don't you drink some water?" Ashley suggested, having watched him down several drinks in a row after Beau had made his goals.

"I'm alright." The blond responded, taking off his hat and running a hand through his hair. "Everything around me is kinda spinning but 'm good." He dropped the hat, turning away from the group in a drunken haze.

Molly rolled her eyes, picking up the hat and setting it on her own head, refusing to let him lose it. The group all looked to each other, each one with the same concerned face (other than Peyton).

"Not it."

"Shit." Izzy grumbled as she'd been the last one to call out the words.

"Wait, what are we 'not it' for?" Peyton asked, watching as Izzy walked in the direction of Wyatt.

"Making sure he doesn't do something stupid or test his limits." Ashley answered, getting up from her seat, "she'll probably need help."

"It's like taming a beast and she's just a little kitten." Beau said, his eyes glazed over and his words slightly slurred.

"You're drunk!" Molly exclaimed, jumping up in excitement at the brunette's state.

"Barely."

"You never get drunk, it's like seeing a lunar eclipse." The redhead stated, reaching for the bottle that Peyton had.

"And you're cut off too." Beau retorted, taking the bottle before Molly could.

"I'm not that drunk."

"Weren't you just

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