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"Gonna have to try harder than that!"
Molly's face scrunched at Johnny's yells just outside her door. "What the hell..." She muttered under her breath as she walked towards the front door. Molly swung it open and looked at Johnny, who was leaning against the railing with a fishing rod, with a confused look.
"What the hell are you guys doing?" Molly asked, walking out of her apartment, closing the door behind her, and moving to stand against the railing with Johnny.
"Trying to get Miguel to stand up." Johnny explained as Molly looked down, noticing a magazine at the end of the fishing rod and Miguel in his wheelchair underneath it.
Molly looked back up at Johnny with raised eyebrows. "With bikini magazines?" She asked in a monotone voice.
"You know I can find these pictures on my phone?" Miguel asked from the ground and Johnny scoffed, leaning over the edge to look at Miguel. "It's not the same. Chicks are hotter on the page. You won't know unless you get off your butt. Or you can just keep getting foot rubs from your therapist." Johnny scoffed back, moving the rod so the magazine would dangle in front of Miguel's face.
Molly and Johnny watched from the second floor as Miguel's eyes glued to the magazine. Just as he was about to reach up and grab it, Johnny lifted the rod, making the magazine fly up and out of Miguel's reach.
"Weak! That all you got, Diaz? I thought you were the All Valley champ?" Johnny yelled and Miguel rolled his eyes.
As Johnny started to low the rod into Miguel's reach again, Molly reached for the rod. "Let me try." She muttered and Johnny quickly handed it to her.
He watched from Molly's shoulder as she kept the magazine just barely out of Miguel's reach, forcing him to stand up. Small smiles grew on Molly and Johnny's faces as they watched Miguel use all of his upper body strength to try and stand.
As he let go of his support on his wheelchair, Miguel's legs gave out from under him and he fell to the floor. Molly gasped, dropping the rod at her feet as Johnny cursed under his breath. "Damn it!" He muttered as he and Molly ran down the stairs to help Miguel.
They each grabbed one of his arms, pulling him back into his wheelchair. Molly sat on the edge of the fountain so she was the same height as Miguel and furrowed her eyebrows in worry. "You all right?" She asked and Miguel slowly nodded his head.
"All right, gimme a minute, we'll go again. I still have my Vanna White Playboy, that'll get you going." Johnny said, about to leave to walk into his apartment but stopped when Molly smacked his arm and Miguel started to yell at him.
"Don't you get it? You could dangle a new PlayStation, I still wouldn't be able to stand up." Miguel snapped before pushing passed Molly and Johnny and heading towards his apartment.
Molly and Johnny watched Miguel until he was inside his apartment and he shut the door. Molly sighed, turning to face Johnny. "You know I think you had the right idea." She said and Johnny turned to his head to look at Molly and his eyebrows shot up in excitement, shocked Molly actually liked his idea.
