"What happened in the parking lot was a blip," I choked out, mortified. "We really are just friends."

"Friends who are having a baby together?"

"That's a lie!" I almost choked out. "I'm not pregnant."

He rolled his eyes. "Uh-huh."

"I’m not."

"I believe you."

"I don’t care if you believe me or not, it's the truth."

"Okaaay…"

Eventually the song ended, and the fast and upbeat rhythm was replaced with My Chemical Romance's Teenagers.

For the millionth time, I searched the dancefloor for the only person I wanted to spend my night with, and when I found him, jumping around with his teammates, I swear my heart somersaulted into my stomach.

"Damn, girl. Pregnant or not, you've still got it bad for him."

I blinked rapidly. "Wha-what? No!"

"Bullshit," Reebo offered with a smile. "If it's rejection that you're scared of, then you have to know that boy's been in love with you since forever, right? Nothing changed for him after you left town. King doesn’t say much – keeps himself to himself, plays his cards close to his chest and all that shit, but this much I do know. He didn't get over you, Molly Peterson. Not a day since you left. Didn’t replace you either. Yeah, he might have messed around while he was waiting for you to come back to him, but he never put his heart on the line for any other girl. He kept that heart locked tight in his chest. Because Daryl knew, like we all knew, that his heart always had and always would belong to a little girl he called Dolly."

My heart, the same heart that had been doing somersaults, flatlined in my chest. "I…no…I…" I let my words trail off, unable to form a coherent sentence as I drowned in what he just told me.

A soft chuckle escaped his lips and he shook his head like he was remembering a fond memory. "Shit, I ain't seem him this happy since we were kids. Don't break his heart, now, ya hear? Took years of therapy for him to get over you the last time."

"But he…" I tried again, but it was no use. "No…" was all I managed to come up with.

Grinning, Reebo shook his head and climbed to his feet. "Come on, darlin'." Grabbing my hand, he gave me no choice but to stand up and follow him onto the dance floor. "You can tell me more of those sweet lies while we dance."

30 Molly

Surprisingly, dancing with Reebo didn’t feel nearly as awkward as I had feared.

As children, he always seemed lighthearted and a safe bet, and even though eight years had passed since we all played together, I was beginning to learn that when it came to Daryl's burly, teddy bear cuddly looking friend, nothing had changed.

Laughing like a couple of idiots as Keith Urban's Somebody Like You blasted around us, Reebo spun me out in a dramatic twirl before pulling me back to him and moving us around the dance floor – Morticia and Gomez style.