Molly Dies

Brad went around with his secret identity the whole next day. No one knew who he was besides his brother and the rest of the superstars.

"I approve of his not wanting to take advantage of the girls. They're way too young to be dating, anyway." Molly commented, brushing her hair.

"Too young!?" Stacy cried. "I was ten when I started dating!"

"TEN!?!?!" Molly exclaimed. Her eyes fluttered and she passed out.

Stacy screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Oh my God! Molly's dead!" She screamed, running out of the locker room. She bumped into Matt.

"Matt! Molly's dead!" She shouted.

Matt's face completely dropped. He looked petrified. He ran into the woman's locker room with his hand over his eyes.

"Molly?" Matt called, feeling around the room for her.

"She's dead, she won't answer you!" Stacy cried.

"Oh yeah." Matt said, his hand still over his eyes. He walked around feeling for Molly. "Why are you covering your eyes?" Stacy asked Matt.

"Because this is the woman's locker room." He said. He was still blindly searching for Molly. He tripped over her leg and fell on the floor.

"Owww! Mommy!" Matt whined.

Stacy stared at him.

Matt blushed and they stood quiet for a few seconds.

"I meant to say… oh, I found Molly." Matt lied.

Stacy nodded, believing him.

"You can uncover your eyes, Matt, no one is naked." Stacy said.

"Are you sure?" Matt asked.

"Positive." Stacy said.

Matt uncovered his eyes and glanced around. Stacy smiled at him. Matt smiled back and then looked at Molly. She was lying there on the floor. Unconscious, but breathing. "Stacy, Molly's not dead." Matt said.

"She isn't?" Stacy asked.

"No, she just passed out is all." Matt explained.

Stacy nodded.

"Well why did she pass out? Did she hear you say 'testicles' again?" Matt asked, frowning at Stacy. Stacy shook her head innocently. "Test isn't even here today." She said.

"Oh." Matt said. Molly sat up.

"Oh my God! Her ghost is coming to haunt us!" Stacy screamed.

"Stacy, we've been through this…" Matt began. Molly's screaming cut him off.

"Get out!" Molly screamed, trying to cover herself up.

"But Molly, you're wearing a sweatshirt!" Matt said.

"Get out! Get out! Get out!" Molly screamed, running to the door. "There's a boy in the girls locker room!" She screamed.

"Chill out, Molly, I'm leaving." Matt said, pushing past Molly.

Molly's face was redder than a tomato.

Matt playfully winked at her and left. She blushed even more.