" Woah. That was awesome!"

Brady shouts, not expecting any one to react. He forgets that phrase wasn't exactly popularised before later years in the sixties.

Everyone stops, in unison, turning and giving stares of bafflement. I wanted to disappear as a background extra. Brady, wanting to fit in still, says.

" I mean, insane." Oh golly gosh. I laugh, taking the spotlight, standing in front of brady.

" My brother means that was Mad groovy, guys!" All the surfers faces blow in joy, understanding me, who knew learning the swinging sixties lingo would help.

" ah. Right on! That's rad." I giggle.

" Yeah! What my sister said. What up, dawgs." Brady should really shut up right now. " Far out. He thinks we're animals." SeaCat states, removing his shades off, coming to the front.

Recognising myself, from doing the surf crazy sequence, giggles grin never once fell. As she waves, coming up to where I am.

" I've never seen you around here. You must be from out of town. I'm giggles."

I am in suspicion because she couldn't be actually be talking directly to me. Mack is explaining Brady's words, as a phrase of expression, but stops even thinking of how ridiculous it sounds. Giggles patiently puts out a raised hand. I take it.

" I'm M-Morgan. Nice to meet you, really."

She's even prettier even out of screen and in real life. Like seriously.

" Where are you cats from?" I had a feeling Mack would have a sarcastic reaction. She does.

" So 'cats' is okay, but 'Dogs' is weird. Right." Mack whisper is quite funny, as it sounds as though she is screaming in lowercase.

" Just follow my lead. We're from.. Not far away. Far away. Not too far but far away where it's .. nothing that .. far."

Wishing I could melt into the sand right now out of being embarrassed.

" A close far. Out of town."

This is even confusing me and I came here with both. " Yeah." Giggles had taken my hand, and I stand at her side morphing in the line that the surfers made. Fitting right where I feel welcomed. I'm red as a freshly boiled lobster because of her having a hold on my hand.

" Hey, Rascal." Coming to where SeaCat and bubbles are 'Rascal' interjects saying an over-eager " Yeah. SeaCat?" As response. I had seen brady question what I was doing standing, mingling with, next to Giggles.

" It seems to me that we've got some unwanted ho-dads.." I damn near jump from fright, after Rascal repeats 'Ho-dad's' in a very high yell. So does giggles.

" That we need to put the kibosh.."

" Kibosh!" Again with the yell. SeaCat face said it all.

" No. no. No. no. You've got it all wrong." Brady reasons, not wanting to leave or be thrown out. I didn't wish for that either.

" We don't jelly.." rascal shouts. " jelly!"

I flare out my nose, stifling and biting back a fit of laughter not needing to look at SeaCat.

" Roll to outsiders." Very noisy motorbike engines revving up made every surfer disperse, I am taken by SeaCat and giggles down where there was room.

Booths are lining the restaurant.

I watch LugNut come parading in through those blue, faded double action doors, combing his greased back hair. Combing back anything loose. Chee Chee and struts came in, tire smoke haloing around the ladies, striking poses. Struts chews on her bubblegum gum popping it. That each are wearing the coolest biker uniforms fits I've ever seen.

I wanted to wear those, actually I did for my sixteenth. Nothing beats the original, that will never change. Entering big Momma's is Butchy, on his bike, his blackened out sunglasses made him extra hot honestly.

'My heart is racing ridiculously face, hard, right now.' Giggles held on my arm very soft but firm.

Butchy threw his helmet, going off his bike. A cat meowing came from some place in the restaurant, though I couldn't visibly see no animals. 'Movie magic. Sound effects.' LugNut moves to join his 'leader', waltzing down the entirety of Big momma's exuding bad ass assertion. Assembling in a group.

" Soifers. Thoughts I smelled something fishy."

SeaCat spoke up, scoffing. This got Bikers attention, all in sync looking back in dramatics. " Rodents. I knew I should have laid down traps."

I couldn't tell if I should be scared or amused. I am feeling both separately. " And I thought you soifers was all washed up." Butchy pushes to the front, hand on LugNut, shoving him side ways preparing his line on the script.

" Yeah, causes all youse are drips." I was busy gazing with awe, that I had to quickly remind myself I was in reality, after Butchy made eye contact. I stop breathing, quite literally inhaling loudly. I stare in a daze. He does the cliche stare, which Gaston gives belle, prying his lips in a lenient kind smirk.

" You should make like the ocean and 'wave' goodbye." Chee Chee snarks, imitating a waves motion, mock giggling. She's tough.

" because butchy what's this place to himself." Struts adds in on the banter. " Yeah, butchy wants this place all to himself." She does a once over, to me, her face twisting in a glare of approval.

I wasn't expecting struts approving me, my confidence soars. " Yeah, Butchy wants.." I sigh. Rascal and his big mouth. He cowers back muttering 'Oh' going back to be hidden in the surfers. I shake my head, amusingly.

" They does not lie." His grammar is not good but what do you expect from a cheesy, nineteen sixties film. Personally I did not care about the fact there was no right way to talk when it came to movie logistics. " Sorry, but big momma's is a Perfcet hangout. We want it all to ourselves." SeaCat, all the dramatics you can think of, says sizing up Butchy.

" Well, I'm so very sorry, but that might not probably happen." Not the chest poke. He did not go there.

I know this might come as quite the confusing move but I stand before Butchy. Using myself as a self inserted divider to dial down these ridiculous on-screen testosterone, with each minute that passes.

I made sure I had one hand on both boys bodies. More specifically Butchy's rugged, defied, muscles through the skin-fitted red shirt. " Boys. Boys. Let's be civil. There isn't a need to get all rowdy, now."

I feel hot, I don't think it's because of the suppose season of summer. Butchy begins to touch my hand, I feel electric currents down my wrist, his smirk shaping in an instant grin.

" Wells. And whose might yous be? Doll. Never seens a such gorgeous soifer like you self, here." SeaCat brings me back in the former surfers line, that seemingly upsets Butchy drastically. Taking my arm, reversing and pulls me forward using quite the force. I end up being shoved in his well built chest.

" Aye. Youse just don't up n take a girl, like youse did just. You shows' respect. Got it" Good lord I am being pulled all the directions.

" Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me." Tanner says, politely asking for everyone to move to give him space. " what?" He asks, confused, on exactly what Butchy meant." I'll show you what." challenges butchy, clicking and snaps his finger ordering Lela who is posing over an antique jukebox depositing a silver quarter coin in the money slot. She swings her hips, bouncing her body off the machine.

One record scratches and 'Crusin for a bruisin' starts as the new dancing number begins. 'My favourite' giggles made certain to bring me back 'Glaring' not-so greatly at butchy. She isn't the slightest intimidating. I loved her for it.

Butchy discards his leather 'Rodents' vest, clicking on beat to the back tracking. LugNut puffs out his leathermen jacket, getting in position.

You better run, run, run here we come. Revving our engines under the sun. He met my eyes, moving his pelvis in a round circle gesture, on beat.

Never moving out of place. You're cruisin for a bruisn'. How he is moving his body, dancing on each second step right, expiating each of those pecks he has.

Whoo! Keeping it cool, smooth and steady. Slick back hair man, things are getting heavy you're crushing for a bruisin'. A red dining seat is pushed toward where he extends those bludging arms of his. Waiting for his vest. Two wheels and an open road, wrapped in leather, ready to go.

Now all the bikers are engaging in the dance, a biker girl came and brought me to dance. Her hair is very colourful, the lightest in yellow. It wasn't blonde, more white.

'I can't dance. Not this advanced' she moves her hands up then down, like you would see Elvis back-up dancers move on his music videos. I copy, memorising those exact actions.

We ride fast like a bullet. We do anything we want, anytime we want. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. We just ride, ride, ride all day. We're not gonna live any other way.

I begin breathing, heavily, sitting down on one of the stools big momma has to offer. She is enjoying herself, wriggling her fingers. Her kind brown eyes shift down to me.

" Well, hello, baby. You must be an out of towner. What can I get for you today? A Soda?" I smile at her kindness. 'I'm thirsty. So that will be nice. Actually.'

Lela, struts, Chee Chee with other biker ladies are filing each of their manicured hands. Bubble gum cherry pop, go to the hop. Hangin' with my brother 'cause his friends are so hot while they're cruisin for some bruisin' LugNut is next to Lela, she dismisses him, flirting. but has his flirtation hilariously ignored by her.

What I was not expecting from brady, of all people, is for to join. Wearing his one biking wear outfit and verse. I went to the drive-in and what did I see? A hundred little betties all staring at me. I was cruisin' for some lovin'. Chee Chee plants a kiss on my brother's face, agreeably showing a bemused stare. Taking an offered hand. I got these two wheels and an open road just pop that clutch I'm ready to go. Come on, don't stop, stop the music we ride fast like a bullet. We do anything we want any time we want. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. We just ride, ride, ride all day. We're not gonna live any other way. Brady applies on his own cool glasses, channeling his Kenickie Murdock from grease. Oh, no, we're not gonna live any other way.

Big momma unlatches an orange soda, cold fog showing it came straight for a refrigerator.

" Drink up, it's quite steamy in heres'. if you are catching what I am saying, baby'." I giggle, when bikers appear out of and under the counter. all do their individualised wink to me, shuffling lemon and raspberry sodas in sync. Brady throws his arm around me, peaking his eyes over the silver rims, before going back to his moment he created.

Who, who, who's riding with me. I got a gang full of bruisers all cruisin' with me. And we're tearing, we're tearing up, we're tearing up the streets. Ooh hoo. Electric guitars appear in brady and Butchy's hand. strumming each thin threads connected on the guitar. They are back to back.

'This is a memory I want to remember.' I thought, drinking and sipping on my orange Soda.

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JASMINE SPEAKS;

How is butchy? Like the man he is. Not the brightest as you can see, and we all know. But my goodness he's so hot. If there is one thing to know about me I will always be a Butchy girl. His muscles. John DeLuca is honestly very cute. What are your opinions on how Morg and Butch met? Leave it below in the comments.