Wow. I am so so so sorry. And now I actually have something to be about about. It's been like 3 weeks. When I first started this I was updating like every day... I miss summer. I've just had a lot to deal with these past few days. Things that are a lot more important than swirling stories about non-existent TV show characters, such as controlled assessments and other incredibly stressful things. Anyone in KS4 would understand...

The minute she arrived, she was already regretting having come. It was exactly the kind of situation she always liked to avoid: social interaction. Everyone was being friendly and talkative. Being social.

The music was loud, the lights were dim and it was crowded. It was overwhelming, especially for a small girl with an even smaller level of self-confidence.

Everyone was smiling and laughing, except for Molly, who chose the table the furthest away from the general crowd and sat down, on her own.

Where was Sherlock?

He obviously hadn't forgotten. He had the memory of an elephant (provided it was something he wanted her to remember, of course). And he wouldn't just stand her up. That left only one option. She knew exactly what he was doing.

He was going to make her wait, all by herself, feeling like an outcast. He would show up, half an hour late, by which point Molly would have had enough of this whole 'social event' concept, and they could go home. And she would never drag him along to something like this again.

No. She wouldn't let him win. She was going to enjoy herself. By the time he arrived, she'd be smiling and laughing just like everyone else and he'd see that she was more than just the easily-manipulated, socially awkward, shy girl he thought he knew.

Now, all she had to do was pass the time without making a fool of herself in front of everyone else.

There were a few things she could do.

Get a drink? No. It was too crowded over there. Get food? No. It would mean walking past the group of sixth-form boys and she was still a little self-conscious in her party dress. Socialise? No. Of course not.

Instead, she got a book out and sat in silence, waiting for Sherlock.

What a loner she must look like, sitting at the side of the room, on her own, reading a book.

But she had to stay calm and positive. She wouldn't let him win again.

"Nice dress."

"... thanks...?" Molly attempted.

She certainly wasn't used to being complimented by Irene, who rarely even noticed her. And it sounded too serious to be sarcasm.

"It's Marks and Spencer's, isn't it?"

And there came the insult.

Molly looked down at the table.

Irene always had to make those comments that made everything embarrassing and awkward.

She took pleasure out of unnerving people.

"What are you doing here all alone?" she asked.

"I'm waiting for someone."

"Oh really?"

Molly was deliberately avoiding eye contact, trying to show no emotion.

"You know exactly who I'm waiting for." she snapped, "Now can you please leave me alone?"

But instead of leaving, Irene put her plastic cup down on the table and sat down. Why? Because she was Irene and she didn't like to be bossed around.

"What do you want?" Molly demanded.

"I'm just keeping you company." she said, matter-of-factly, "Making you look less like a loner."

"I have a date."

"Then where is he?"

"Why do you even care?"

"Molly, you know he's not actually coming." Irene said, picking up her drink and taking a sip.

Maybe if Molly stopped talking she'd go away.

The problem with Irene was that you could never tell what she was planning. You never knew what you should say or do next because you could ever know if you were doing what she wanted you to do, or what you should really be doing.

"If I were you I'd just go home."

Now what Molly knew for certain was that she couldn't leave, or when Sherlock showed up, he'd be all alone and who knew what Irene might try to do this time.

Another thing she knew for certain was that she hadn't given up yet. So all Molly could do for now was sit tight and wait.

Again, I'm so so so sorry for making you wait. But if you where worried I had abandoned this story, don't worry. I won't.