Page 14 of Molly: Part One
“You never cease to amaze me, Molls.” She looks over at me and raises an eyebrow prompting me to explain. “You have grown up with enough money around you to have anything you could possibly want but I take you somewhere as everyday as Ikea and you look like I’ve just made all your dreams come true.” And fuck me if I don’t love that look on her face right now. I promise myself to put it there as often as possible, I don’t really think anyone has bothered to before and that makes me feel so sad for her.
“Ry, you know I’m not into the whole money thing. I learnt from a young age that I’d rather have no money but loving friends and family around me.”
“I do know that, you just take me by surprise with it sometimes. I used to get dragged around Ikea by my mum and little sisters at least four times a year when I was growing up. It just seems so normal to me.” I see her eyes fill with tears as she imagines what I’ve just said. “Molly, don’t do that, I want you to be happy. I promise you, you will have a family of your own like that one day. Today is meant to be a happy day.” I give her thigh a gentle squeeze to try to break her out of her daydream.
“You’re right, today is happy. What was our motto, live, laugh, love,” she says reminding me of the pact we made together not so long ago.
We arrive just under an hour later, just as the doors open by the looks of the customers streaming in. Molly spent the rest of the drive here listening to me explain how it all works. I never knew someone could have so many questions about one shop. She reminded me of a little girl asking them all excitedly and bouncing up and down on her seat as we got closer. I couldn’t help but smile the whole way here. Today is definitely a happy day.
It is now one o’clock and we have spent two hours going backwards and forwards around the showroom section while Molly toed and froed over her choices. At last, we are sat in the café for lunch. I’m stood in the queue whilst watching Molly sat at a table going through the items on her list against the photos she has taken on her phone. She eventually decided on very pale grey furniture for her bedroom, very shabby chic apparently!
As I walk over to her with a plate of Swedish meatballs for us each I can’t help but feel all warm inside from seeing just how happy she is. We still have the market place to go, I’m sure her head is going to explode before we get out of here!
“Wow, they were so good. I need the recipe,” she comments having not come up for air once during demolishing her food. I’ve never known a woman enjoy her food like Molly does but still keep her amazing figure.
“There is a little food hall by the exit, you can buy all the stuff to make them,” I state.
“Really?” I nod in response “Wow, this place is awesome. Are you done?”
“Yes, come on let’s go,” I say as I clear the table.
“Do you think we need a trolley?” Molly asks as we enter the market place.
“You’re kidding right?” I ask laughing; there is no way we are getting out of here without a full trolley!
“I’ll take your laughter as a yes, shall I?”
We have a great time looking at everything. I pick up a few things for the house but I mostly just enjoy watching Molly take it all in. I’m sure the expression on her face is similar to a child’s in Disney Land.
It’s almost three by the time I manage to get her away from the candles and into the section to find and pick up all her furniture. Our trolley is almost overflowing with all sorts of stuff and I have nearly taken out about five people with the rug Molly chose for her room that is sticking out just at the right height for others shopper’s heads.
“We need to be quick otherwise we’ll end up getting locked in,” I say as Molly leads the way with another empty trolley to put all the flat packs on.
“Ah, that would be awesome, it would be just like that film where they get locked in a department store. I’ve always wanted to do that! Oh, over here,” she says pointing down an isle.
“I’m going to go and take the van back.”
We have been home three hours and we are in flat pack hell. I have made her bed so at least she can have somewhere comfortable to sleep tonight and she is just finishing her second bedside table. The two wardrobes, two chest of drawers and bathroom cabinets are still leaning up against the wall in the hallway. The end is most definitely not in sight.
“Okay, I’ll finish this one then go and make us some sandwiches for when you get back. Are you still set on getting all this done tonight?”
“Yes! You will have a whole bedroom when you eventually get in that bed tonight.”
“Okay, well hurry then because I cannot do this alone.”
Yes, I do need to get the van back so my mate can go to work tomorrow but mostly I need to get away from the sight of Molly leant over a bedside cabinet wearing those shorts and with a screwdriver in her hand. Put it this way, I think I know what tonight’s dream will be about.
I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I have never seen Molly in anyway other than a platonic friend. Even the first night when we met and she practically threw herself at me, I was just not interested. Maybe it’s because that is how she first introduced herself, I’ve always gone for the quieter girls, the ones that wait to be asked out not the ones that go after what they want. I guess also my type over the years has leant towards taller more athletic builds whereas Molly is shorter and has some seriously sexy curves. We have spent a lot of time together over the past six months and not once have I had any thoughts that I shouldn’t be having about her. I mean yeah, I did have other things taking up my thoughts but what has changed so suddenly? She moved in two days ago and all can think about is her body, being inside her and wanting to make her happy. I think I was right this morning. I seriously need to get laid.
When I get back an hour later she has both bedside tables in place and is moving the floor standing cabinet into the bathroom.
“Wow, you didn’t hang around while I was gone,” I state while watching her from the doorway.
“I just can’t wait to see it all done. I haven’t done the sandwiches though. I was just going to put this in place then go make them. I thought you’d be gone longer.”
“I did consider staying for a beer and letting you get on with it but I didn’t think that was fair,” I explain as I start to open up the packaging for the wardrobes.
I’m tacking the back of the first wardrobe on when Molly reappears with food and drink.
