chapter three
Molly
I had that dream again. Sincerity knew it well, it occured a lot in my sleep. My eyes shot open quickly but my body didn't move. Night had set in and I let my eyes focus. He had one arm around my shoulders, so warm. Hesitantly, I smiled to myself, surprised to see him still there. I laid my head back onto his chest and one of his hands carefully brushed over my upper right arm. I didn't want to move, I barely moved my head to get a better view. His longish hair was still drawn back into a loose ponytail and his blue eyes barely open. He had a slight smile on himself. "Good evening," he said in a lower tone.

"Hey..." I let my arm go back to around his stomach again. "What time is it?"

He raised his left arm and pushed a night light button on it. "Ten minutes after three."

"A.m.?"

He nodded. "I don't know why we weren't called for dinner..."

"Who cares," I mumbled softly and just simply laid there. I felt like I was on a cloud. He hadn't done anything indecent to me, not one thing and it was extremely refreshing. "But I'm still hungry."

He laughed a little. "Then lets get up."

"Hmm..." I watched as he sat up, found my quilt and dropped it on my head promptly. He stood up and landed on the floor with ease and held out hand to help. I took his warm hand and he pulled my quilt from my head and put it around my shoulders. "How can you see so well in the dark?" I inquired. I wanted to whisper, I always felt the urge to whisper when it was dark.

Taylor shrugged, pulled an candle stick with a holder off of my side table and lit it. "This better?" I nodded and we made our way down the dark stairs. "We don't have any electricity. Thats the unfortunate part. Its all batteries, generator, but Ike doesn't want us to use the generator at night unless absolutely necessary." His hand steadied me, as if he was afraid I would fall, his hand rested at the small of my back. We made it safely down the stairs. For a long moment he paused. He turned the other direction slightly, "Did you hear that?" He whispered this time.

I felt the hair raise on the back of my neck. I could hear a faint and soft chanting. It was almost unworldly. "Yes," I said softly and stood closer to him. "What is it?" We walked closer to the door that it was coming from.

"Its in the parlor, whatever it is." We were both barefoot and the floor was frozen. I shivered, as the chants continued. At full speed Taylor ran to the door and swung it open. I squeeze my eyes tightly, afraid of what could be behind the door. The sounds had stopped. But every single candle in the room was still lit. I walked slowly towards Taylor who stood in the doorway in complete awe. I hesitated as I neared the entrance to the antiqued parlor. "Molly?" he spoke softly.

"What?" I asked weakly.

"I don't think Isaac or Zac left all the candles lit..."

After the scare, Taylor and I went back upstairs, without food. Again, I somehow found him in my bed. Out of fear I clung to him the entire evening and passed out eventually. When I woke he was gone. I made my way down the stairs with my quilt tightly wound around my body, extra cautious near the parlor, and down to the kitchen. Sincerity and Taylor were sitting at the table wolfing down a high stack of freshly made flat pancakes. I had to smile to myself when I saw Isaac dancing to himself as he flipped the pancakes with ease.

Sincerity was watching him, dare I say, almost adoringly. I jabbed her in the rib and she yelped loudly. I wasn't remotely near surprised when she glared at me sharply. I drew my long dark red hair back with my hand and my quilt dropped as I stretched my arms in the air. Sincerity simply stuck her tongue at me, Taylor continued to wolf down his stack of pancakes.

I shrugged and bent down to pick it up. "Molly! There you are, want some pancakes?" Isaac was grinning cheerfully.

"Damn you're happy. Um, sure maybe four. Is there any coffee?" I met his grin with my own sarcastic smile.

"Over here. I made you some. Its fresh."

I whirled around to look at Taylor who had drawn the chair next to him out. "Did you tell them?"

He half smiled, "And what make them think I'm crazy? I'm sure we were just suffering from sleep deprivation and had some odd similar dream."

I sat in the chair next to him and put the coffee cup up to my lips. I made a face and nearly spit it out when I realized it was black. I swallowed it carefully. Despite the fact that I hate black coffee, I still drank it, simply because it was coffee and I didn't feel much like offending Taylor.

Before I knew it I felt an warm set of arms around my shoulders and an head rest there. I brought my hand up and pat his head softly. "Morning Wil."

"Morning," he said softly into my ear in his groggy voice. "Where the coffee?" I pointed over to the counter. He left for a while and I decided to watch Taylor continue to eat like an maniac. His blonde hair kept falling into his deep blue eyes and I was fairly happy just watching him. I couldn't believe that he could eat like that and be a stick. I had a bit of jealousy going on for a moment. My deep stare was interrupted by Will sitting in the chair next to me and next by Isaac dropping a plate in front of me. I sighed heavily, already knowing it would be a long day as Will pulled his chair closer to mine and smiled sleepily. "Sleep well? I missed you at dinner Moll."

"I fell asleep. Sorry." I stabbed a fork into the pancakes violently. Will poured an generous amount of maple syrup onto my pancakes, I still ate it viciously. Skipping dinner had done a number on me. The kitchen was really beginning to fill up, Zac came in and the table was full. After breakfast we found ourselves in the parlor, our instruments set and ready.

There were two sets of drums, Will's and Zac's. A baby grand piano, which Taylor sat at very comfortably. My cherry red, beautiful bass guitar was cradled in my arms caringly. Sincerity had an dark purple ibanez acoustic/electric perfectly ready. Isaac had his acoustic guitar prepared. "Alright, I know you guys don't know many of our songs and this is one I've been working on for a while, just listen to it and you'll get it."

Sincerity's electric kicked in with sharp notes and a firm beat. I had my fingers ready and prepared to kick in. Will's drums set the beat and my own bass guitar kicked in. I felt myself get lost in the familiar song. "You always were the perfect ace," I crooned into the microphone. I could hear a piano added in by Taylor, it was haunting and very similar to our music. I smiled slightly. "I keep on falling into you arms."

My sister's vocals came next, "And I don't know why I care."

I allowed my eyes to meet Will's as I sang and played. I still couldn't believe that he never got the messages in the song. He smiled at me and somewhat headbanged for me as the song continued.

The group of us jammed for nearly five hours and we breaked for lunch. All the time we spent in the parlor I couldn't help but feel ... weirded out, like someone was watching me. It was ridiculous, thinking that someone was in the parlor the night before. Taylor was right, in saying that everyone would think we were crazy. Maybe things wouldn't have gone so wrong if we had actually said something about what occurred the night before.

It's too late now.

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