Carey couldn't believe what had just happened. No it has to be a dream. Then he turned to his left to see a very undressed Molly Phillips looking at the ceiling. Well if it is a dream than I like it, a lot.

"Um Molly?" He realized those were the first words he had spoken since she gave him permission to kiss her.

"Yes?"

"What just happened?"

"I'm shocked Carey! Twelve years of school, actually thirteen if you count kindergarten and you don't know what happened?"

"Well yes I know what happened, but I mean What Happened!?"

"Hell if I know. Please don't question it, at least not now." She scooted over and put her head on his bare shoulder. He smiled at her even though she couldn't see in her position.

"Ok no more questions."

"Good." Then they both fell asleep perfectly happy in each other embrace.

Molly was the first to wake up. She remembered everything from the night before and wasn't having a second thought, like Oh my god what did I do!? All she knew for the first time in long time she was truly happy. Than another thought hit her like a ton of bricks.

"Jesus get up Carey!" She screamed while pushing on his arm."

"What?" He muttered still sleeping.

"It's 6:30!" Carey's eyes flew open and he jumped out of the bed.

"What are we going to do!? What about Jack and Annie? They saw me come in but never leave! Wait a second what about my parents?! How I am going to explain why I never came home?" He was absolutely frantic, Molly knew he had several good points there, but he looked so darn cute.

"Was Jack doing homework when you came in?"

"Yeah." Carey had no idea why she mentioned that at all moments.

"What about Annie, what was she going?"

"Cutting up a magazine or something like that. Why?"

"Good, now if I know those kids as well as I think I do, they forgot all about you."

"Huh?"

"When their working on school projects there's nothing else in the world. They focus so hard on the task at hand the house could be on fire and they won't notice. I really shouldn't complain."

"Ok what about you?"

"What do you mean?"

"Don't you usually tell them goodnight or something like that? You came right to your room from the rehearsal and haven't left in almost eleven hours." Molly sighed and took that depressing look again.

"I told you my kid hates me. He couldn't even tell me good night."

"Molly! Don't do this to yourself!"

"You said it yourself, in this room for eleven hours and not once did he or Annie check on me."

"Um considering what was going in here, shouldn't you be counting your lucky stars that they didn't?"