Sweet Mischief’s Rollercoaster Romance

Easton scratched his head, looking puzzled. "What's up?"

Chad flicked the ash off his cigarette. "I'm in a bit of a pickle. How do I convince her folks to let me marry their daughter?"

Easton was momentarily speechless.

The next afternoon, Chad dropped Molly off at the exam center and picked her up afterward, then headed off for his night shift at the station.

He didn't bring up the marriage topic again, which only made Molly more curious. "Chad, did my parents give you a hard time again? Are you getting cold feet about marrying me?" Chad looked at Molly and shook his head. "No, you just focus on your exams. I'll handle the family stuff."

Chad wasn't at the hotel that night; he went out and came back with a bag full of snacks and drinks for Molly to enjoy while he was gone.

After he left, Molly pulled out her phone and called her mother.

No matter how much she tried, her family wouldn't believe that she and Chad were just friends. So she made the call to her mother as his girlfriend.

"Hey Mom, are you still up?"

"Yeah, I am. Are you still staying at the hotel with him?"

Molly said, "No, he's at work. I wanted to ask you something. Did my brother come back to see you and Dad?"

"He did, but I didn't agree to anything."

Molly fiddled with the hem of her shirt, hesitating before she finally asked, "Mom, am I the daughter you're proud of, but not the daughter-in-law you wanted?"

There was a long silence on the other end where Coleen and her husband could hear Molly's question on speakerphone.

"Molly, what you and Chad did really shocked your father and me. It took us days to come to terms with it," Coleen finally said.

Mom. It's a lot

worried Chad is pressuring you into marriage. I

looking at the bags

over, opened a bag, and started looking through the snacks. Over the years, Chad had learned even which

how she had a sweet tooth in high school but couldn't handle anything too cold or hard because of her

they used to buy, just thick enough for her to grip with one hand, with sweet juice inside the purple-red skin. Her gums would bleed when she tried to bite into the tough skin, and Chad, seeing her struggle, would peel it off for her so she could enjoy the

to him, saying, "One's enough for Molly and me. She can't finish it by herself, and

the ingredient labels on her snacks, refusing to

was always there, biting into the things she couldn't, peeling the ones she couldn't open. He became an inseparable part

the bed, reminiscing about

overcame her, and she dreamt of running across a green field in a white princess dress, a colorful pinwheel in her hand, with her mother's gentle warning of "Molly,

gentle and soft in his youth, not the stern figure he had become, was waiting

he lifted her up, offering to fold her another paper airplane. Then, the dream turned dark. Andre vanished, her parents were gone, and instead of a lush field, she stood above an abyss, reflected in a mirror-like surface. She

called in

"Chad, I'm here. Andre, where are

around her, "Molly,

dark, I

the voices faded, and she was left alone in

her most helpless, Molly

she realized it was just a dream. The hotel lights were still on,

she finally drifted off

hurried back to

his keycard, so he had

response. Not even his calls could wake her. Worried, Chad asked a cleaning lady to open the door

a steam eye mask on,