| Brielle pulled her hair back in a ponytail as she made her way toward the excercise room, ready to begin her workout on one of the treadmills. The treadmills were her favorite piece of equipment; she could put on her headphones and run without having to deal with any weather issues that mother nature could decide to throw Pennsylvania. At the same time, in the changing room down the hall from the excercise room, rookies Matt Murley and Matt Hussey were busy getting ready for "The Real Rookie Party." Colby was also participating in this, but was at his and Shane's apartment getting ready. "I can't believe we have to do this," Murley muttered, pulling on his skirt. The long blonde wig was sitting on the bench behind him, and his tennis racket was lying on top of it. "It's only once," Hussey stated, pulling his Victoria's Secret nightie from it's bag. He held it up and examined it. "How did I get this damn thing on at the store?" he muttered, cocking his head to the side in thought. "You tried it on?" Murley asked, pulling his tennis shirt over his head. Hussey nodded yes in response. "Holy shit... You mean to tell me, that you actually went to the mall and tried that thing on? In public?" "Yes..." Hussey said. "How else would I have known if it fit or not?" "I don't know," Murley said. "Hey, does this wig look okay?" Hussey said, placing a wig with short brown hair over his naturally curly hair. Murley turned to look. "You know what... You look kinda good," he said, laughing. "Shut up," Hussey said, making a face. "No, seriously, if I were at a bar, and probably really drunk, then yeah... I'd hit on you," Murley said thoughtfully. Hussey snorted. "Sure, that's only if you weren't hitting on our Media Relations girl," he said under his breath. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Murley said defensively. "That's supposed to mean that you are spending a whole lot of time with Calista lately," Hussey said, turning toward Murley, who was putting on his wig. "You see her more often than Shane does, I'm beginning to think." "No, I don't," Murley argued. "You only think that because we live next to her. But Huss, you're forgetting something, you live with me. You see just as much of her as I do, so don't go pointing fingers." "Yeah, yeah," Hussey muttered, glancing at the clock on the wall. "Ready?" "Yeah," Murley said, tying his sneaker. He stood up and grabbed the tennis racket and examined himself in the mirror. "Oh my God, I am so ugly. I would never hit on me." He caught Hussey's reflection behind his. "I'd hit on you though. Give me a couple beers, I'll hit on you." Hussey smacked Murley in the back of the head as they turned to exit the changing room and go into the lounge where the rest of the team was waiting. "Don't ever tell me that again." Murley laughed. "I wont. Hey, did Toby tell you what they were making Colby dress up as?" "I think a cheerleader, but I could be wrong," Hussey said, glancing inside the window of the excercising room. "Hey, Ellie's in there... Does she even know about this?" "I don't think she does," Murley said. A grin slowly spread on his face. "Ya think she'd freak?" Hussey laughed. "Only one way to find out," he said, grabbing the door knob and turning it. Brielle was so engrossed in her workout that she didn't notice the door opening. She didn't notice two of her Forwards walking into the room, dressed in drag, until Murley decided to speak up. "Hey Ellie, do you play tennis?" he asked, spinning the racket around in his hand. Brielle finally looked up, and was completely shocked at what she saw. She screamed, "What the-" and was on the ground within a matter of seconds. She tried to stop to try and get a better look at who the two people dressed in drag were, but the treadmill she was currently running on was set at 5, the highest level, and it wasn't exactly thinking the same thing as Brielle was. Brielle's legs stopped moving, but the treadmill didn't. Thus, sending her flying into the back wall, about three feet from where the treadmill stood. By the time Murley and Hussey realized what had happened, Brielle was lying on the floor, whimpering in pain, holding the back of her head. Both men rushed over to her, Murley saying, "Oh my God, Ellie, are you okay?" as he stood by her side. She opened her eyes and made a face. "Holy shit Matt, don't scare me like that!" She paused. "I'm fine, except for one thing." "What?" Hussey asked. "I can see up Murley's skirt." She paused while Hussey laughed and Murley promptly turned red and knelt down next to her. "That was so wrong on so many levels," Brielle muttered. Colby chose that moment to stick his head in the excercise room's door, only to see Hussey and Murley by his girlfriend, who was laying on the floor, holding her head. "Ellie?" he asked, running into the room, holding the pom-poms for his cheerleading outfit in one hand. Brielle lifted her head to see Colby, and her eyes widened and she turned to Murley. "Matt, I need to go to the hospital." "Why, you just said you were fine," Murley said as Colby skidded to a stop next to him. "I must have a concussion or something, because I'm seeing my boyfriend dressed up as a cheerleader." The men laughed. "Honey, we have the real rookie party tonight, didn't I tell you?" Colby asked, not remembering if he had informed Brielle of the party or not. "NO," Brielle said, sitting up with help from Murley and Colby. "You could've warned me that you were dressing up as girls, I might not have a headache now..." Brielle sighed. "Don't worry about it," she said, before any of the guys could say anything. "I'm fine. Go and have fun... And Murley? Don't you dare let my boyfriend drink his weight in alcohol and hit on Huss, or I will personally shove that tennis racket right up your ass." She paused while Murley made a face. "The string side first." |
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