i believe in yesterday ☽ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒

𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞

he gave a fake, dry laugh and sighed. "god, this is really fucking boring,"

molly frowned, disappointed he wasn't as excited as she was about flowers.

"oh..." a few honks came from outside before molly realized it was george. "i think that's my ride," she hopped off the chair, rose in hand. "nice talking with you."

"you too, sugar," he said, making her instantly cringe. "see you later!"

"probably not!"

                                           *

"so how's paul?" sandra's shrill, screechy voice spoke in the classroom during class. they were studying to get their licenses for the summer.

"i don't know... i haven't talked to him in ages," molly whispered back to her.

"why?"

"beats me," she shrugged. "i'll talk to him if he wants." molly turned back to the angry instructor.

"are you still heartbroken over the stupid breakup?" sandra's friend dee yipped.

"no, i'm not," molly replied "and even if i were, it's none of your concern. i don't even know you!"

"yep, you're still heartbroken."

"it's almost been a year. he's with dot," she sighed. "i'm happy, so is he."

"molly, i'm gonna beat you with a shovel if you don't tell me the truth," sandra whispered. the instructor was still fuming. "are you still in love with him?"

molly sat for a moment to think. was she? no. she wasn't. "i'm not."

"good, because i am!"

"we know, sandra." molly rolled her eyes.

sandra grinned, leaning back over to keep talking. "how was your date with rick?"

molly scoffed, whispering, "it was hardly a date," she explained. "i don't like him, anyways."

"it's the perfect guy for you to get over your feelings with paul!" dee cried.

"ladies!" the instructor hushed them.

"let me put this softly," molly said just barely above a whisper after the instructor calmed down a bit. "he's not my type. at all."

"then what is your type? you're so picky with men!" sandra yawped.

molly thought hard. what was her type? "dark hair, nice eyes, not skinny, but not fat, handsome, funny..."

"so basically george?" dee yowled.

the instructor was livid at this point.

"no!" molly cried. "george is... ew! no!"

"i mean, i think he's pretty cute," sandra said, sending a pang of something through molly's chest.

she didn't know why, but that made her angrier than ever, hearing that one of the thickest, lowest of the low girls thought george was attractive. he could do way better than her. "i've known george since he was practically a child," molly whispered. "i couldn't find him attractive now."

"so who do you like, then?" dee wondered as the class was dismissed. the instructor shot the threesome an angry glare as they passed. "is it still john?"

"what? well... i don't know..."

they all stumbled out of the classroom and out of the drivers license place. "let's get lunch," sandra said at full volume.

"on me!" dee screeched. "i've gotten my allowance,"

molly pondered over the memories of the summer prior when eduardo was still around. the money was fun, he wasn't.

"yes, it's still john," molly said as they started down the sidewalk. "and how do you know all of my personal information?"

"well, miss posh princess," dee began. "it's a bit obvious, innit? he's all you talk about other than your perfect best friends, paul and georgie!"

"he's not all i talk about..." molly said, adjusting her dress, again, angry at dee for knowing george's nickname and calling him by it.

she looked over to sandra for conformation, but sandra nodded with dee. "and i've seen the letters you've written to sandra!" dee wailed.

they crossed the street as the trio made their way to lunch. the air reeked of burnt rubber for some reason. "and you're always on my back for wanting to be with a man in a relationship!" sandra cried.

"at least i don't think i have a chance with john!"

sandra shook her head and kept quiet. for the rest of the journey, they all kept silent. that was until a certain someone was at the restaurant!

lo and behold, it was john lennon. "speak of the devil," sandra teased.

molly mouthed her to shut up as he made his way to their table. "hello, ladies," he nodded. "mind if my friends and i join you?"

dee, sandra and molly all shook their heads, so john called some of his idiotic friends over to the booth. one of them was dee's brother.

"michael? seriously?" she said with a frown.

michael, dee's rattly older brother rolled his eyes and stopped. "i am not eating lunch with my sister,"

"then leave!" she remarked. neither of them wanted to leave, so john told them both to leave.

and they did, cursing at each other on the way out. then it was just sandra, molly and six other guys piling themselves into their booth next to them.

molly sat in the middle of sandra and a guy with dark hair and skinny arms. he looked rather malnourished for a college boy.

"molly, these are my friends, jackson, tom, connor, jeffrey and billy. guys, this is my friend molly and her friend..."

"sandra," sandra introduced herself with disgust. she wasn't used to sitting with riled-up boys in a secluded area.

thankfully, molly was. she was next to billy, and john sat in the middle of tom and jeffrey. connor and tom sat on the outside the booth.

the waiter came over, receiving many requests for burgers. sandra and her didn't get anything because the bill would already have been stacked up by the time she got to them.