Goldfish on the Mountain Chapter 20

Chapter 20

It was a quiet fall afternoon. All you could hear was the sounds of leaves rustling in the wind. The clock on her night stand chimed twice, reminding her it was now two hours past noon. School had been so very rough this past week, starting a new school always was.

She hadn’t made any friends yet. Already her parents were putting pressure on her to go out with a certain boy. She knew nothing about him just that his mom worked at the school and so did her dad so they must have figured the two would make a perfect match. If there was one thing Molly hated more than anything was how her parents always had to pick her friends.

Just once she wanted to start a new school and be friends with people she actually got along with, instead of the people that boosted her parent’s social status. She sat on her bed brushing the hair on her stuffed pony as she listened to the sound of the leaves outside. She wished she could be outside playing in the leaves, not going on a date with a boy she hardly knew, a boy she honestly had no interest in at all.

There was a knock on her door and she could hear her mother’s voice calling to her,

“Oh Molly dear, your date is here,” her mother said.

She placed her pony on her bed and grabbed her purse, and opened the door.

“Hello mother, I’m all ready to go,” Molly said.

She was led down the stairs where her date was waiting for her, dressed in his finest clothes for attending a carnival. He looked handsome enough, his hair was neat, and he even smelled nice. Molly didn’t even remember his name, she met him just barely this morning at lunch when her father and his mother introduced the two and suggested they go to the carnival together. She grabbed her jacket and walked out the door arm in arm with her date.

He was a very distant boy, all night he just ran around playing the games rambling on about how much his parents liked to run his life. He hadn’t even told her how nice she looked or anything. She just followed him around like a lost puppy, not knowing what to make of the evening. She finally worked up the courage to ask him a question.

So, George how long have you lived here,” Molly asked.

Just all my life,” George said. “It’s not such a bad place to grow up I guess. You are new in town aren’t you, where’d you move her from?”

Molly wasn’t interested in that topic, so she just replied

“Oh someplace I bet you never heard of, besides it’s not important I live here now.”

All of a sudden his face lit up and he told her to wait there for a second. She watched as he ran up to some other, girl and began talking to her. She looked a little upset at him and Molly could tell he was trying to calm her down. He pointed over in her direction, made some kind of gesture, she nodded her head and he walked back over to where she had stood, watching the whole ordeal.

“Who is that girl?” Molly asked with a little scorn in her voice.

“Oh her that’s just Ashley, she and I were going out, but we broke up this morning and she just wanted to ask me if I wanted to get back together and I told her I was here with you.”

The two continued to wander around aimlessly, he was rambling on about things boys like to talk about, nothing that was interesting to Molly. She had been feeling awkward since he talked to that other girl. If they had broken up just this morning, was she his rebound date? Or did he dump her to go out with him? Either way she didn’t exactly feel comfortable with the situation. He stopped in front of a haunted house and he asked

“Hey so you want to go in there, it’s supposed to be pretty scary?”

Molly was not in the mood for a haunted house so she declined saying,

“actually I am starting to get a little hungry. I was thinking maybe we could stop and get some corn dogs here shortly?”

He looked at her with a sad look.

Well sure in a bit,” George said. “My friends are all waiting for me inside the haunted house so I thought I would go in and see if I can find them. If you don’t feel like going that is okay with me you don’t have to. I won’t be long. When I get back I promise I will go with you to get a corn dog, is that alright?”

She nodded in agreement and sat down on the bench nearest to her. She was not having a good time.

Molly sat there waiting for her date to come back. Finally after a few minutes she noticed him coming out of the door on the other side, and he was with that other girl from before.

Suddenly she became angry and felt like going home entirely. He ran over to where Molly was sitting and took her by the hand.

“Hey sorry it took so long, I ran into Ashley in there and she wanted to hash things out. I told her I was on a date with a prettier girl than her and it was over she needed to accept it.”

Molly wasn’t convinced, something in his voice made her think he was lying, but she had no proof and wasn’t going to press the matter. After all it was only their first date it wasn’t like this was the man she was going to marry.

“How about we go get those corn dogs shall we?”

He reached out and took her hand. She wasn’t expecting to hold hands on the first date, that wasn’t her style, but she decided to go with it. His hand was so warm and strong, she kind of felt safe him holding hers like that. It was the first time she began to warm up to him.

A few minutes later the two finished eating their corn dogs. Molly decided to ask him a question that had been on her mind all evening,

“George,” she said, “can I ask you a personal question?”

He looked at her with a very blank look.

“Uh, sure I suppose why not.”

“You had said earlier that you broke up with your girlfriend this morning, and I was wondering did you break up with her to go out with me, or did you agree to go out with me because you broke up with her?”

“Molly, my break up with Ashley had nothing to do with you, we just weren’t getting along. Besides I heard she was fooling around with one of the football jocks anyways.”

She didn’t exactly know what to make of that last statement, so she just dropped the subject altogether. The two came to a booth were a little girl was holding a bunch of red balloons. It was one of those booths were you pop a balloon and win a prize. The prize was a small baggie filled with water and inside the bag was a tiny little goldfish. George had mumbled to himself,

Ashley likes goldfish, she had one once but she went out of town for the weekend and left it with me and I killed it. I didn’t mean to kill it, I just left the desk lamp too close to the bowl and it fried the little guy.”

Molly was not really interested in hearing him tell stories of his ex-girlfriend. She kind of sighed and just looked at him. He didn’t even hesitate he pulled out a couple of bills, handed them to the man and began throwing darts, popping the balloons one at a time. Molly was furious at how determined he was to win that goldfish for a girl he had broken up with. She was standing right there and he acted like he didn’t even notice. He kept muttering to himself if he won that goldfish he could win her back.

Molly pretended not to hear what he was saying, as it was only making her even angrier for getting herself into this. He won the prize and just as the man was about to hand it to George, Molly snatched it from him and put on the biggest, most fake smile she could and said gleefully.

“oh George you won this for me, how sweet of you.”

He just looked at her with a nervous look on his face, he started to say something, just then he looked over across the way and Stephanie was staring at him. She saw Molly take the goldfish he obviously meant to win for her, then turned and stormed off. George didn’t know if he should chase after Stephanie or not, but he decided Molly was pretty enough he would go along with it for now and try to win Ashley back on Monday. He leaned in and planted a kiss right on her lips.

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