Best Player: A Romantic Comedy Series (Dreaming of Book 1)
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"Hell yeah I am. Why do you always get my girlfriends upset so they rattle off in my ear for hours? Hours, Radcliffe!"
She shrugged. "Maybe you should offer them more security. I can't help it if their jealous of me for being you best friend and then they want to attack me. You know how it works someone attacks me, I attack them verbally, of course. You can't blame me for what you got today you blame her."
Harrison looked at her, tilting his head in patience. "She thinks I'm chasing you romantically, and the only reason why I'm dating her is because you won't say yes it's as bad as the kids!"
Molly smiled sweetly, patting his cheek. "It's okay Harry, you don't have to pretend anymore. Admit it. Admit that what she said is right and that you're wild about me, but you can't have me and that so deeply upsets you. To the point where you have to go around dating all these other woman to replace the feelings you have for me but none measure up to the greatness that is me. Admit it, Harrison, because I can't help it." She teased, then kissed his cheek and batted her eyelashes.
He groaned, throwing his head back to stare at the ceiling. "Just drive."
"You know, you could have just driven home with her why are you in my car and not your girlfriend's car?"
"She might be on to something here..." Marty said, keeping up the joke. "Maybe you should admit it, Harry."
Harrison whipped around, sticking his index finger just inches from her nose. "Only, and I mean only, can Molly call me that. No one else. And yes, that includes you, Marty."
They couldn't resist. In unison, they said, "Can Candy Grey call you Harry?"
He didn't bother to tell them no. Just groaned again and reached for the door handle. "Walking the ten miles is better than this." He said, tugging on the metal.
She grabbed his shoulder and sat him back down. "Alright, no more teasing. Just handle that woman and don't let her come after me. I won't put up with that and you know it."
He nodded. "I know, and you shouldn't have to. We'll solve it. I'll solve it."
Both of them, satisfied with that conclusion, stopped the conversation and started a new one, this time with music added and the road moving beneath them.
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Molly stared in frustration at her stack of bills and her checkbook that was growing less and less. Groaning, she ran her hand through her curly hair. The nagging voice that was always in the back of her head at times like these had returned. Churning her mind and making her think of 'what could have been'. What she could be doing right now if she had taken the path she had wanted.
Ten years ago, at the ripe age of eighteen, she had been accepted to Yale. It had been her dream come true. She could hardly breath for days after that acceptance letter had reached her hands, which was where it stayed for over a week. She wouldn't put it down it went everywhere with her. She even clenched it in her hand when she finally passed out from exhaustion, due to the excitement of planning throughout that day.
Yale. It was hard to get better than that. And it had been all that she had ever worked for. That letter was proof that she could make even her most wildest dreams to come true.
But then, just as she was packing her bags in to her economy car, her world tilted on its axis. Her father had suffered through a devastating heart attack that took away so much even his own voice. As quickly as those bags had been put in her car, they were taken out. She had made some quick, tearful phone calls that sent her rejection to her dream life, then moved back in to her parents' home to help take care of her father. Meanwhile, she went to a community college that granted her a teaching license after she had put her four years in. Four years that were supposed to be the beginning of her training as a lawyer.
But she told herself she was happy. Because she had to be. Because she'd never leave her father at his time of need. And with help from her, he did get better and he did regain his voice.
And thanks to Harrison, she didn't have to go to a bad city school the only ones that she had been getting accepted to. He had gotten her in to a good high school in her desired position. After all, he could sympathize he had a little brother who had gotten sick and prevented things from happening too. Only Harrison had no big dreams. But he did have brains. He had been accepted in to Harvard one up on her. All through school they had placed bets and went against each other to see who could do better on everything tests, pop quizzes, homework. It had been great, but Harrison had won. He applied for Harvard and Yale just like she did but not because he wanted it, but just to put a finale on for their years of competition. He had gotten in to Harvard, and he had left it for the military. Which made Molly frustrated and scared at the time for turning down something that she hadn't achieved and for him possibly dying before coming home. But she had gotten over both and soon beamed in pride for him. He had come back a man not an aimless boy that he had once been. It had made all the difference and she loved him for it. But then his brother had grown ill and everything that been taught to him from the military was dead. He regressed to the reckless, irresponsible boy she knew and threw his golden opportunity away. As someone who had been forced to from personal happenings, she had been angered once again by his actions. Supposedly, she still was angry after seeing the man he was and the man he could have been. Not angry at him, but at cruel life's circumstances. His father had always wanted him to take over the business of running the school Harrison's great great grandfather had run the whole school on his own once had been the principal and the main teacher of three. He had bought the school later on and passed it down and it landed in Harrison's unwanting hands. It was a job that insulted his brains that could have done much more he had said it often and Molly had always agreed. But he stopped thinking that way and ended up right there, where he had spent his whole life running away from.
But it wasn't all bad. At least he had given her a good job. It had also made her leave home for the first time. The school teetered on the edge of Nevada and California, where as they had been living up in Vermont.
It was a home of beautiful memories. Memories of when things were happy and simple and the biggest concern of theirs was where they would meet each other after school.
She had loved his mother. The dearest woman that had ever lived, she was sure. Because her own was a workaholic like Molly's father. And since she had two parents hardly ever there, Harrison's mother had taken over. Molly even had her own room in the Redford home. And she loved the Redford mother as much as her own parents.
But that was Vermont. Harrison's father, separated from their mother, lived in Nevada and worked as the owner and the principal of their school. Molly had followed Harrison there as soon as her father was back in to health and they were pushing her out with force.
Harrison had been wonderful. Besides the job, he had gotten her an apartment that was directly below him. Had a woman he knew from school that taught history to make friends with her and show her around the new city when he couldn't. He had set up her entire life all she needed was to follow it. Originally, their pact was that it would be only temporarily. She'd retake a test or two, fill out a few applications, and she'd send them all to Yale and Harvard and get in to pick up her life again. But she had gotten comfortable in her laid back ways. She had taken a test and gotten a low grade. She had applied only once for Harvard and Yale. And she had gotten negative replies for both. Her spirit, hardly in it anymore, gave up easily. At the time, she had been comfortable with the life Harrison had set up, and ended up making it permanent.
But now, here she was. Staring down at stacks of bills with heavy sighs and too little money in her bank account.
And her life was going nowhere way too quickly. She was twenty eight, at the top of her job. She wasn't going up anymore. Yet she didn't have enough money to get a better place a real home instead of a little apartment. Had no money for a better car that was starting to drag on the road. And she was still hung up on the same guy that she loved since her fi
fth birthday party, when he gave her a kiss over the candle blown cake.
Harrison Redford. The blindest man to ever walk the earth. He had faults, well, many faults. But his pros vastly outweighed any cons. She loved him and wished to high heaven that she didn't. Putting down her silver pen that she had been using to write out all the checks, she sat up a little straighter. It was time. Time to start changing her life for the better. She didn't know how she'd do it, or even where to start, but she knew she had to make it somehow. Or live with the heavy regret, knowing that she never did make any of her dreams that once made her proud. Shutting of the little desk lamp that she was using, she pushed away her chair and crossed the room, entering her bedroom. Flopping on her bed, she slowly drifted off to sleep, thinking about these new plans.
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The End of the First Chapter of The Gravity of Love
The End
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