Molly was taking a walk alone in the park, wearing her school uniform. She had skipped school today without her mother knowing. Just one look at her face and people could see that she was troubled. Last Night, he had came to her and told her the truth about him, that he was actually a Negaverse warrior trying to destroy Sailor Moon, not a big time multi-billionaire. She was shocked to hear that the man she fell in love with was actually Sailor Moon's greatest enemy. She was now starting to wonder if she could trust him, would he actually leave the Sailor Scouts alone now? Would he leave the Negaverse for her?

As she was walking, it never occurred to her that she could have been followed. She led herself to the spot where Neflite almost died the evening before. Sitting down next to the tree where they had their first real conversation, she remembered how Neflite had saved her from the three youma and how they had wounded him with thorns in the left shoulder. When the youma had been destroyed by Sailor Moon's tiara, Sailor Moon and her two friends helped Molly pull the thorns out. Within minutes they could see that Neflite was healing himself. When he was healed enough to teleport, he wanted to stay and talk to Molly but he had to find out what the Negaverse was now up to. He left saying he'd be back to talk.

Molly wondered what he wanted to tell her. But all she could think about was what if he went back to the Negaverse?

As Molly sat, she listened to the birds above, not realizing a tall figure had come up beside her. The tall figure knelt down and lightly touched her shoulder. When she felt the touch she jumped in fright. She turned to see that the owner of the hand was Neflite. He was dressed as Maxfield Stanton. She let out a sigh of relief.

"Nef--Maxfield," Molly gasped.

"Hi, Molly. The Negaverse thinks I'm dead. You can call me Neflite. But when we are in public, please call me Maxfield. That is up until I know Zoisite is not a threat," Neflite said as he sat down beside her.

"I'm glad you're all right." Molly suddenly felt shy. She had no idea why. Maybe it was because she knew he felt the same as she did though he didn't come out and say that he loved her. But she could tell. The way he was kind and gentle and told her the truth about him, she knew. She just wasn't sure what he would do now.

"Thanks," he said. "Shouldn't you be in school?"

"I didn't feel up to it. I know all I would have done was think of you and what happened last night. I would have ended up in detention like my friend, Serena." She looked at him. "Funny. Serena was telling me the other day how evil you are... or I mean were."

"What do you mean?" Neflite asked knowing full well what she meant. He had found out who Sailor Moon was. And he also knew that she was trying to tell Molly to stay away from him.

"Well, how would Serena know who you were? Unless she knows Sailor Moon very well." Molly pretty much answered her own question.

"Well, maybe she does."

"Neflite. You're holding something back aren't you?" she asked. She didn't really know why, but she could sense he was only half telling her the truth.

Neflite looked at her, mesmerized by her eyes. He sighed, knowing he was being defeated in this conversation. "Yes, Molly. I am holding something back. I know Sailor Moon's true identity." He heard her gasp. "But I'm not going to tell you her secret. It will be up to her to tell you."

"How did you find out who she is?"

"With your help. I'm not going to get into that. I'm also not going to allow anyone to know who she is either. She saved my life last night and for that I owe her my life."

"So this evil society..." Molly started.

"The Negaverse," he answered the place's name.

"Right. So this Nega-verse won't find out who she is?" she asked. She had a hard time rolling the word off her tongue.

"If they do, they will do it their way. May I ask what are you doing here?" he asked. He wanted to put an arm around her shoulders but wasn't sure if he should since she was a little nervous.

"I needed some time to think. But I don't mind the company."

As he leaned against the tree, sitting closer to her, she leaned her head on his chest, giving him the invitation to put his arm around her. He automatically placed a gentle arm around her shoulders.

"You shouldn't be here alone. There are a lot of dangerous men who roam around the park at this time of morning. They would take advantage of you and I wouldn't want to see you hurt by them." He squeezed her shoulder pulling her closer. She had to place a hand on his chest so she wouldn't fall on his lap.

"Before my mother and father divorced we used to live in a house beside the park. I would get up every morning to watch the sunrise. My father was a park keeper. It was so beautiful taking a walk in the wet grass with no shoes on." She giggled at the memory.

"You walked with no shoes on?" he asked, baffled. He thought of an idea as he looked at her.

"Yeah. It was fun. I would love to take a walk in the wet grass, but the grass is now dry," she said disappointed.

"I know where there's still some damp grass. Come on." He gently pushed Molly off of him so he could stand. As he stood, he took Molly with him. She was a little puzzled at what he was doing.

"Where are we going?" she asked as Neflite grasped her hand and led her away from the tree.

"As I followed you, I found a secluded spot with damp grass. "

He led her to a hidden area surrounded by trees. In the middle of the area was a small lake. It actually looked more like a pond than a lake. A cool wind blew through the trees.

Molly gasped at the wonders of this little area. She could see the dew on the grass and feel the wetness go through her shoes. Suddenly, she had the overwhelming urge to remove her footwear and run in the grass. Looking to Neflite she could tell he was waiting for her to decide what she was going to do.

Still holding on to his hand, Molly removed her shoes. She had a little difficulty since she had to depend on Neflite for balance. Once her shoes were off she couldn't stop giggling. The wet grass was tickling her feet. Molly released her grasp on Neflite and started to run around. Neflite chuckled at her appearance. She looked a child on the first day of summer.

"Oh this is...great," she said, huffing and puffing, after a few minutes. He was still chuckling.

"Come on. It's fun," she said. She ran up to him, grabbing his hands to join her.

"Alright. Alright," he said. Again she defeated him. Once his shoes were off, he slowly walked around. The grass felt soft and moist on his bare feet. He never felt so relaxed before. Before too long he was running with Molly enjoying the feeling the wet grass gave him.

After a small amount time of running, Molly was running so fast that she didn't realize she was coming up to the lake. When she did notice she tried to stop. But the slippery grass wouldn't let her. Neflite saw her slide down to the water. He knew the lake was deep and he teleported to her knowing he didn't have time to reach her.

In the last moment before she fell in, she started to scream. Her scream was cut off short when Neflite grabbed her hand and pulled her to him. As she came at him, he lost his balance due to the wet grass. He fell to the ground on his back with her on top of him. It took her a few moments to realize Neflite saved her again. When she realized she was not in the water she started to laugh. He was puzzled for a moment and then he laughed with her. They were still breathing heavily from running.

She soon realized the position she was in and stopped laughing. Her whole body was completely on top of him. She looked at his eyes and suddenly started to tremble. She felt like she was filled with electricity. He felt the same way. There was only one response to their position.

He brought his hands up to either side of her face, caressing her cheeks. With his hands on her cheeks, he slowly brought her face closer to his. Her eyes widened in surprise and then closed as his lips lightly touched hers. The kiss was gentle, almost barely touching. He moved her face back a bit to see her tremble, her eyes staying closed. He moved back to her lips, pressing a little harder than before.

When her lips touched his the second time she was overjoyed. She instantly kissed him back. She never thought a kiss could ever be so sweet. The kiss seemed to last forever. But all too soon Neflite pulled her away.

He looked at her with love and longing. He could see a blush rising in her cheeks. Before her blush was completely showing he rolled her around, so that now he lay on top of her.

"Molly, I have to tell you something. Something I wanted say last night but didn't have the chance to."

"What?" she asked nervously, even though a radiant smile was clearly on her lips.

"I..." He was having a hard time in getting the words out. "Molly, I...have fallen in love with you," he finally got out.

She gasped in response. Before she could say anything he was kissing her once again. This time when they kissed she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. When they parted, Neflite looked at her once more and then removed himself off her. She felt a little disappointed but disregarded it, thinking it was better this way.

"Neflite, how can I trust you after you've lied to me?" Molly asked when they both sat in the damp grass.

"I know it will take a bit to trust me again, but I believe I have started to prove to you that you can trust me."

"How?"

"I just saved you from the lake."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," she said. Molly then saw grass stains on his pants. "Neflite, you have grass stains on your legs." She pointed to the side of his leg.

He looked to where she was pointing. "That's ok." He placed his hand over the grass stain and within seconds the stain was gone.

He looked at her and had the urge to kiss her again but decided against it. She was an innocent girl and he was taking advantage of her. When he saw her blushing once more he realized that he was the first person to ever kiss her.

"I'm sorry, Molly," he apologized.

"For what?" She looked at him, startled.

"For taking advantage of you. For kissing you."

Her blush was even becoming redder. "Well, that is ok," she said softly. "I liked it."

"I know but...what? You liked it? But I'm assuming I'm the first person to ever kiss you."

"You are," she said shyly. "I've wanted you to kiss me. Ever since the night I protected you from Sailor Moon's tiara I've wanted to kiss you." She turned her head away with embarrassment. "But I figured you didn't want to be kissed by a teenager who didn't think she knew what love was."

"Oh Molly, you don't really know how many times I've wanted to kiss you," he said to her. He placed his hand under her chin, moving her chin to face him. Her eyes were facing down. "Molly, look at me."

She looked up, tears of happiness were threatening to fall.

"I love you. In fact I always have since the first day I met you. But I ignored the feeling, not sure what it was until last night."

"Oh Neflite." She jumped into his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck, hugging him. He wrapped one arm around her waist, the other tangled into her hair.

"Oh Molly."

They sat like that for a while. After, when the grass started to dry up, they sat in each other's arms enjoying the sunny day. They spent most of the morning talking and listening to the birds. She told him about her family. In turn he told her about the many annoying missions he had to do before meeting Sailor Moon. Around lunchtime they decided to leave the park. They went to a fast food restaurant where no one would know her.

The rest of the afternoon was spent with Molly showing Neflite all her favorite sights. At one point of the day they passed a tennis court and Neflite had another idea. One part of the tennis court was an area for people to practice tennis without an opponent. Neflite took her over there and showed her all he knew about tennis. Molly was showing him what she knew.

"No Molly," he chuckled. It was the fifth ball that she didn't even get over the net. "Here, let me show you."

He went up behind her and grasped her tennis racket. She gasped in surprised.

"You hold the racket like this." He placed her right hand on the bottom of the handle, placing the racket between her thumb and index finger and her left near the top of the handle. "Now, when the ball comes towards you on the left, remove your left hand and twist your body and move your feet to the left. Most of the time you will have to move far over to the left."

He slowly showed her how to move with him behind her. "Yes. That's good. Now put your left hand back on the racket." He waited until she was done. "When you need to go to the right, of course you remove your left hand once again, move your feet and twist your body to the right. Again when you go to the right you will, most of the time move far to the right." Again he showed her how it was done.

She turned her head and looked at him, her head moving closer to his. He took the invitation with pride. His lips caught hers in a searing long kiss. They dropped the racket at the same time; Molly turned her body to face him.

When Neflite released her, she quietly picked up the racket and practiced for a little while longer with him behind her. Once she had the hang of it he left her side so she could practice by herself. Through out the practice session they shared a couple of long kisses.

On their way back to Molly's home they stopped by a café and Neflite treated her to a Chocolate Parfait. They both shared the parfait and had a great time. By the time Molly would be due to arrive home from school, Neflite walked her home and escorted her to her apartment. They didn't want to leave each other but really had no choice.

Before he parted he said, "Molly, I had a great time. Thank you for showing me your favorite places."

"You're welcome. I had a great time too."

"Would you like to go out tonight?"

"You mean on a date?" she asked stunned. He nodded. "I...I would love to. But my mother..."

"Didn't you say this morning that there is a dance tonight at your school?"

"Yes."

"Well, I'll be your escort." He winked.

"That would be lovely, but I honestly don't have a dress. It is a masquerade spring theme dance and Mom and I were going to go out this afternoon and buy a dress."

"I'll pick you up at six." He had the beginnings of a goofy grin.

"Thank you. Well, I better get in before Mom starts to worry." She was about to open the door when Neflite swung her around and kissed her. Her arms automatically were around his neck.

The kiss was long and deep. She was surprised at how gentle he was to her. He gently parted her lips with his and slowly slid his tongue in her mouth. She gasped in shock but immediately responded. After a few more moments they parted and he left her at the door. He looked back in time to see her fingers moving across her lips. She blushed once again and went inside.

* * * * * * * *

Around five thirty, Molly was dressed and ready to go out on her date with Neflite. She wore a simple but elegant strapless dress. The dress was made of silk, with a crinoline slip, and went to the floor. The gown was decorated in small pink flowers. She had a flowery mask with a handle. The handle was detachable so the mask could be worn on the face. Her hair was done up in a French twist with a vine of artificial flowers going down either side of her head and crowning at the top.

When she was ready she told her mother that there was a fundraiser at the tennis club and she won a date with Maxfield Stanton. A little lie wouldn't hurt. Just as Neflite said, he was at the door at six. Her mother, of course, was the one to answer.

"You must be Maxfield Stanton," she said, giving Neflite a good look-over. He was a very handsome man with his white tux and a white mask on his face. He removed his mask so Mrs. Baker could get a good look at him. His other hand held something but Mrs. Baker couldn't see it.

"Yes, I am," he said. "Is your daughter ready?"

"Yes, she is. Molly, Maxfield is here." Mrs. Baker was a little worried that Molly was going with a man over twenty.

"Thanks, mom," Molly called from down the hall. She emerged a few minutes later. Neflite was in complete shock. Molly looked like a beauty queen.

"Hello, Molly," Neflite managed. It took him a few moments to get his bearing. "There is a limo waiting for us, down stairs."

"A limo," she squealed for joy. Her mother gasped.

"Yes." He lifted his hand to reveal a small white box. "And this is for you."

Molly tentatively grasped the box and opened it to reveal a beautiful small wrist corsage. "Oh Maxfield, it's beautiful. Thank you."

Neflite went to her and placed the corsage on her left hand. "Shall we go?" He lifted his arm up for her link her arm with. "I will have her back just as soon as the dance is over." With that, the two left for the dance.

Before going to the dance Neflite treated her to a lovely expensive dinner at the Country Club. The club was decorated in lavish furniture. Each table had two candles. Molly and Neflite were seated in a small booth, looking at the menu. When the waiter came over, he was puzzled as to why Maxfield Stanton would bring a teenager to the Club.

"What would like tonight, Mr. Stanton?" the waiter asked, eyeing Molly very closely.

"I would like to have tonight's special and for the lady," he looked over to what she wanted.

"I will have the same. Thank you." She was not surprised that he would be known here.

"For drinks bring a bottle of your best non-alcoholic beverage and wine glasses." The waiter was still confused but complied anyway.

"What is the special?" Molly asked after the waiter left. "How often do you come here?"

"It is ham covered in plum sauce with rice and meat balls dipped in sweet and sour sauce. There is also a side dish of lobster and a salad. Any kind of salad you want. Oh, and of course the finest selection of the best deserts in town. The answer to your second question is I am very popular here," he said. "When the waiter comes back with the drinks he'll ask what kind of salad you want. I'll have the usual. Which is caesar salad. What would you like? They have every kind of salad you can think of."

"I guess...I will have caesar salad too. It's my favorite salad."

When the waiter came back with the drinks he asked what they wanted for salads, just as Neflite said he would. As they waited for their meal, they held hands across the table, in between the candles. About twenty minutes later their meal was brought to them.

They spent the rest of the hour enjoying their wonderful meal. During the meal one server came over with a huge box for Molly. She knew automatically that the box came from Neflite. When she opened the box she was completely surprised. The box contained a dozen red and white roses.

"Oh Maxfield, they're beautiful." She smiled. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. You can put them in the car when we leave. Would you like to go for a walk?"

"Sure. I'd love to."

Neflite asked their waiter to bring them the bill. When the bill was paid they left. Neflite carried the flowers out. When they reached the car, Neflite stopped Molly from getting in.

"Wait. There is a garden I want you to see."

When she had the flowers back in her hands, she gently placed them on the seat of the limo. She turned back to Neflite and kissed him.

For the next hour, Neflite took her for a walk in the beautiful garden owned by the Country Club. It was a beautiful walk with a couple of romantic kisses. He showed her all the different types of flowers and told her what they meant. The garden's beauty bedazzled her. By eight o'clock they arrived at the school. Everyone was shocked to see a limo pull up and Molly get out. Serena and her scout classmates, in regular form, were especially surprised to see her with Neflite, let alone the limo. Even their dates were in shock.

All the girls noticed Maxfield Stanton. He was at their school in person with Molly. They were all jealous to see Molly with a multi billionaire. But she didn't care. She was happy to be with him. The girls tried to get Molly away from Neflite so they could flirt with him but it never worked. Serena and her friends would always keep the girls away from Neflite.

"Neflite, there is someone I want you to meet," Molly said before the dance began. She grasped Neflite's hand and headed towards where Serena and the others were.

"Serena, I would like you to meet Maxfield Stanton. Maxfield this is Serena, Amy and..." She introduced and looked at the tall brunette. Molly never saw her before.

"Lita. I just started school here this morning," the tall brunette said. What a hunk. He looks like an old boyfriend.

"Hello Serena." He bowed, in courtesy. Serena nodded her head in acknowledgement. She was glad that Neflite did not tell Molly who she really was. Serena's date had seen Neflite walk over to her and became more than a little jealous when he saw her talking with Neflite. He decided to find out what Serena was doing.

Serena saw her date come near and when he was close enough she introduced him to Maxfield. "Oh Maxfield, this my date, sort of, Josh. Josh, this is Maxfield, Molly's date."

"As in Maxfield Stanton?" His eyes bugged out of his head.

"Yes." Neflite said. "Would you like to dance, Molly?"

"Would I? You bet," she exclaimed.

The rest of the dance was just perfect for Molly. She was a little scared she would trip with the gown on. She had never danced in a gown.

During one dance Molly was getting sore feet from her heels.

"Molly, what's wrong?" Neflite asked looking at her eyes and seeing she was in pain.

"My feet are starting to hurt," she said.

"Well, I have an idea," he gestured.

"What?"

"I will levitate you. And you know I have powers. Your feet will be off the floor but just enough so no one else will see." Molly jumped a bit when her feet went off the floor. When she was levitating, she was even closer than she was before. Neflite was able to see her tremble.

"Molly, are you ok?"

"I'm...I'm scared you are going to drop me," she said, voice quivering a little.

"Molly, I won't drop you. I promise. I love you."

She looked up into his eyes and saw the truth dancing in them. After a few minutes she allowed her body to relax, trusting his strength to hold her up. Most of their dancing after that was done with her in the air.

Molly and Neflite left at eleven o'clock, an hour before the dance ended. He wanted to take her for another walk before they would part for the night. Before they went on their walk, Molly took off her shoes and left them in the limo. But just to make sure she wouldn't step on the cold pavement, Neflite picked her up and carried her through the park until he reached their destination of the soft grass.

They walked to the spot where they admitted their feelings and then walked to the secluded area where they shared their first kiss. Their walk was quiet, just enjoying the night sounds.

"Neflite, I had a wonderful day," Molly said when the reached the lake.

"Yes, I had a wonderful day myself being with you," he said back. He turned and faced her, taking her chin into her hands. "I don't think I've ever seen a happier day."

"Being with me, you will see lots of happy days."

"I know. I love you so much." Before she could say anything his lips covered hers, wrapping his arms around her. He wanted so much to twine his fingers into her hair since her hair was in a French twist. Her fingers, however, were twined in his hair. The kiss lasted for a while. When they separated, their breathing was a little faster than normal.

"Look, Neflite." Molly pointed behind them. He turned just in time to see a shooting star. "A shooting star."

"Well, you know what that means. Make a wish," he said turning to her. She stood there for a moment wishing. Neflite in turn wished as well.

I wish for peace and happiness with Neflite. No more of this evil place. I want them gone for good, she wished.

I wish to spend the rest of my life with this young woman beside me and have family, he wished.

Shortly before midnight they were back at the limo. Before leaving the park they shared one more long deep passionate kiss. Just as Neflite promised Mrs. Baker, Molly was back at her home shortly after midnight. He escorted her to the door and without any words, kissed the side of her cheek. He knew Mrs. Baker would out come the door. He had seen her through the window when the limo pulled up.

When Mrs. Baker did open the door, she saw Neflite heading down the stairs. She didn't know why, but she had good feeling about the man who took her daughter out. She sensed that Molly would be safe with him. Little did she know, that the power of the stars was protecting Molly from any harm.