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showingthroughtome · 7 years

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"Who were you with?" and "you're a terrible cook" for the drabble prompts?????

okay! sorry this is taking a while! (im working on the other ones too i promise) hope you enjoy! its a molly pov!!!!!!

It comes as a startle - the horrifying sound that Molly would extinguish from the universe if she could. It’s just… no one on earth should be woken up with a door slam. It just shouldn’t be a thing. Especially on mornings after Sigma Kappa nights.

It isn’t the alcohol or the non stop dancing that has Molly burying her head in the pillow, but it’s the boy. The one whose room she crawled out of just hours ago.

The door that slammed wasn’t hers, she finds, but it has to be one of her neighbors at the residence hall. And some knowing feeling tells her exactly who the culprit is.

In anger, she rolls out of bed and quickly finds herself in Noa’s room, not awake enough to notice anything before her mouth is moving, “Could you not wake up the whole floor every time you enter or exit your room?”

Noa, who is fully dressed in clothes from the night before, smiles in response, wider than she has for a while.

“Chill, Molls.” Noa shrugs off the sarcasm. “It’s not that early. Everyone is already up except for you.”

“Yeah right! Annie sleeps until 2:30 everyday and you know that.”

Molly watches as Noa begins to giggle for no apparent reason, and that’s when her suspicion begins to grow. Noa isn’t particularly a grumpy person but she sure as hell isn’t a giggler. She’ll chuckle, yeah. She’ll cackle for sure. But the only other time Molly hears Noa giggle is when truly blessed out on a good high or when an orgasm isn’t too far gone.

Those thoughts alone is erasing the frustration and strictly pulling out curiosity.

“Who were you with?” Molly examines her good friend further, trying to find the answers on her. She spots a flannel on her body that she doesn’t think she recognizes as Noa’s, but then again, she knows how much Noa loves goodwill.

Noa doesn’t stop grinning but she does falter slightly when moving to her dresser, asking, “When?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, girl.”

“I’m not.” Noa pulls out her workout clothes for the practice Molly only just now remembers.

“Noa.” Molly says as a warning, kind of like, you better tell me now or I’ll kill you. “I can tell somethi-”

Noa’s door opens halfway through Molly’s sentence, causing her to immediately pause, Farrah walking in looking just as night-before as Noa. With her presence, Molly is sure they’ll get the answer - Farrah rarely settles until she knows what she wants to know, and she will want to know this.

Molly is smirking harder than she has in years when she checks to see how Noa reacts to the blonde’s entrance.

“Hiya.” Farrah jumps on the bed right away, cheerful and peppy.

“Molly, no.” Noa’s eyes go wide, pleading as soon as it hits her that the secret she’s trying to keep will soon be common knowledge in this room.

Molly just shrugs, faking sympathy, turning towards Farrah. “Hey! So guess what?” She waits approximately one second before, “Yeah, Noa did have sex last night and she won’t tell me who with.”

Popping up from her lounging position and looking like a puppy dog, Farrah gasps. “What?”

“Oh my god.” Noa sighs as she pulls her top off, throwing the flannel on the floor with it.

Molly rushes to pick it up and hold it as evidence. “Yeah. I mean, look at this flannel.”

“That’s not yours.” Farrah stands, moving to Molly, grabbing it from her to examine it further.

“Could be.” Noa winks playfully, still in a good mood even though she is getting annoyed.

“But it’s not.” Farrah shakes her head. “So whose is it?”

All three girls stare at each other, waiting for something to be said on Noa’s part but she just looks back at them, half naked. Molly spots the beginning of the end though - Farrah starts crossing her arms across her chest with a tap of her foot. Any sane person would give up now and just tell Farrah what she wants. If not, they’ll sit through hours and hours of badgering.

Noa is sane, so she slides her tank top on and asks them back, “Who do you think?”

“It better be who I think it is.” Molly has a good idea, someone who she knows Noa is getting all caught up with and that has proven to be a pretty decent guy on multiple occasions.

And Farrah must automatically think of him too because she’s begging, “Oh, please say it is! It’s gotta be Harry.”

At the sound of the name, Noa does nothing but raise her eyebrows and the girls lose it. Molly is hooting mostly just to mock the way Farrah starts screeching in joy and Noa covers her entire face with her hands, surely wishing she was anywhere but there. Molly doesn’t blame Noa for that - she hates doing emotions just as much, and even more, she hates being grilled by Farrah on things she’d rather pretend didn’t mean anything. But maybe next time, Noa won’t slam the door when coming in before noon.

#sf drabble

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