'New plan. Get Lela and Tanner to fall in love, like the script has it. That way B, Mackie and I can go home. But I don't necessarily wish to leave. Not when I am in the same universe as Butchy.'

Speaking of Lela she radiantly smiles coming over to brady, as Mack smiles with an awkward expression. Butchy is warming his glove covered hands over a fire pit. It was still taking use to being the new love 'interests' of main characters in a movie.

" Thanks again, brady, for catching me. You know, these are.." Lela starts talking, staring lovingly up in his Brady's eyes before she does an dramatised gasp back and forth over mack then Brady.

" Oh, bonkers. Are you two together? I would never take another girl's boy. That would be stealing, and, well, probably very hard to return."

Well it's offical. She knew the girl code. Don't hook up with a taken boy, it is cheating. It was an obvious rule even in the real world.

Lela's eyes sparkle looking towards me. " My brother is over there, Morgan! He wont stop talking about you to our friends. If there is one thing I am certainly not afraid to say, Butchy has his eye on you. We might be sisters soon! I always wanted a sister to call mine." She gave me the biggest hug I have ever felt, and gotten. Brady, then mack, each put hesitant thumbs up as Lela pushes me to butchy's direction.

'Okay. Okay. Here we go. Breath in. Out. Why am I so nervous? Right. Because this is not freaking normal but seriously why am I anxious. You can do it, girl. You can do it.' Struts is the first of the girls to see me, her highlighted eyebrows shot straight up hiding under her hair. Popping used worn-down gum she waves me over. " Well hello, again, Toots. Butch, your girl is here. Now you can stop your whining." Butchy physically lightens up, goofily smiling. He takes a hold of my wrist tugging me forward to stand in front of the bonfire. Putting one arm over, across my mid section. I could feel his body warmth searing in my dresses corset bodice. 'He's quite touchy. I like it.'

" Say, Morgan. Where is youse from? Where's your folks? I don't think I've ever seen yous' face around here. New in town?" Chee Chee questions, fixing LugNut's leather jacket on her physique. Butchy had his chin resting where my collarbone and shoulder meet.

How do I answer? 'Feel in a vortex that bought me here in your world. For some very odd reason.' I am having issues trying to figure an explanation, answer for Chee Chee. the smell of butchys leather and smoke musk is overwhelming my nose.

" She don't have to answer, if she is not gonna feel comfortable, she does' not wish you to know. Mind your own. Okays'?" I am glad Butchy spoke up but I could talk for myself.

I know he is trying to help though. I begin leaning back, enjoying his touch.

" It's fine, biker boy. I'm not from this reality. Uh, decade, I mean. You see, where I am from, it's completely different. The future you can name it." Damn it. If there is one point of information to know, when it came to me, I am actually horrible at containing lies. I'm truthful. Struts tilts her head, Chee Chee too.

LugNut face told me everything. Of him being confused. " The Future?" Butchy says, wondering out loud what was on the bikers minds.

" Say you is telling us truth'. do bikers be the superior one that finally own big Mommas? And those soifer's finally be washed away never to be seen again?" LugNut asks, showing genuine curiosity, expecting me to know all of the things he asks. 'How do I say this is all fiction.' I will just stick to half the truth.

" All I can say, LugNut, is big Mommas is eventually shared by not just bikers and surfers. Everyone gets to hang out at her place. No surf n turf war." There. If that wasn't a good and reasonable explanation to give him I do not know what else I could say.

" okays. Enough's nonsense and with the big talk, rights? Morgan is overwhelmed. Go." One click of his finger, butchy order made everyone leave and scurry off like a mouse escaping a cat. Tom and Jerry style. Chee Chee kissed my face before giggling in-distinctively. 'Now I'm all alone, left with Butchy. Why am I nervous.' I bring my body around, anticlockwise, wary-faced not making the slightest of effort to hide my blood flushed face.

Butchy's arms consolidate in a way where he restricts any source of movement, I wanted to attempt. " You is goigous under' the moon. You know? Reminds me of how my bike shines after I clean her up. And gives' an oil change."

I wasn't certain if butchy was trying to compliment me.

'Comparing me and a metal machine? I'm flattered.' I couldn't help the sarcasm. But if I am being serious I feel my face burn deeper and deeper with coy embarrassment at the simplistic move, which he does, sweeping off any loosened hair fragments. Cupping my cheeks, subtly rubbing one thumb over feeling each cuticle, I flutter shut my eyes when he brought his lips to capture mine. I grip his red tight shirt.

'My first kiss. He's quite the good kisser as well. I sound ridiculous, imagine if younger me could see this happening right now. I'm actually insane talking to myself. Shut up, Morgan. Just enjoy the moment.'

I use an arm to wrap around butchy's neck, then my other one. Propping my foot in the air and envisioning my fairy-tale dream come true first kiss. Butchy is the first to pull away.

" you's my girl, now. Rights? 'Cause I is not sorry for the kiss. That was all genuine. I has fallin' for ya really bad." My girl. My girl. The kiss was perfection, everything I had pictured but I wouldn't mind an actual date before being an offical Couple. anxiously I begin to laugh, fidgeting with a Rodents pin on his vest. " Well. Realistically, Biker boy, before I can say yes I would say you need to meet my parents but obviously they are in a whole other dimension. Not born yet. But you? Me? Gotta go on a date. Get to know 'another, you hear?" I hope I wasn't sounding too stereotypical and cliche. He grins, goofily.

" date? Okays. Date for my girl is the least I can's do. What do you wants? Bike ride? Long walk on the beach?"

'Nice walk on the beach front sounds amazing. I will go with that.' I glide down a hand to his own, pulling him to the beach giggling. " Beach it is'."

I hear 'beach party' vocalisations discreetly become silent the more distance there is strolling down the shore line. Butchy looks around at the sky, stars twinkling among the midnight darkness. " it's a beautiful night, ain't it?" I comment, fondly gazing out in the space. " Back home I use to rebel against my mom and dad wanting nothing but to be free. I went to the beach, just to feel the nip of the ocean wind."

No matter how much I miss my parents, I always remember just how much I felt unseen when it came to being Brady's second best.

It's not his fault, honestly. It's to do with the fact I was basically an unplanned accident. I love my mom but she could be neglectful. Including the fact my dad doesn't try to form a father and daughter relationship.

" I is not the biggest fan's when it comes down to beaches, it's too infested by soifers for my Likin'. And birds. If you is happy' I'm to." I lean a hand on butchy's body, nudging him with one hip swing. " the surfers are not as bad as you make them seem, butch. Give 'em a break. I'm sure you have a heap in common then you're lead to know and believe." He is thoughtful, I hadn't seen him so immersed in thoughts, before he brought our bodies down to the sand. Grunting on impact, I land on top of him.

" Butchy! I got sand in my hair." I play scold, giggling loudly at the pure ridiculous move he did. Butchy laughs, one of the most beautiful sounds ever made, as I straddle his hips.

" what was this for? Hmm. If you wanted me on you, you could've just said so." 'Oh wow. That sounded more dirty than I intended it to be.'

This is a PG, parental guidance rated, movie.

' I sound like a prude.' He props his elbows on the grains of sand, as I lean down smirking against his lips as he creeps his right hand forward and up my dress skirt. Pinching the skin of my calve. My breathing becomes slow, shallow, a rush of energy made my heart pound. We're making out on the beach, great. To keep this film kid-friendly, even though this is far beyond its original movie maturity rate, I push Butchy back much as I was enjoying the kiss. He whines mixed in with a groan. " babe."

" I am hungry. Let's go hang at big Momma's, have some burgers, and milkshakes. Yeah? The night is still young. As they say where I am from, back home." I wasn't lying. I'm actually starving. Given I hadn't eaten all of this time, SeaCat dragged me away before I could even bite in to my burger. I get off Butchy, who stands helping and lifting my hands up.

I gasp then laugh when he begins carrying me like a princess. " is this necessary? Hmm?" I cock an eyebrow. " Wells yes." He puts it plainly, his chest moves slightly in a chuckle.

" you are a gift that keeps on giving, Biker boy."

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JASMINE SPEAKS:

I am so sorry I haven't updated for over a month. Funny enough I had started the chapter, got a quarter way through in writing but it's like nothing else wanted to come out of my brain for words. So I was just stuck in a loop of backspacing, re-typing and then just mentally rereading what I had so far written down. One continuous cycle and loop I couldn't get out of even with how hard I tried. Anyway, so.

What do you think do Mor with butch in this chapter? I had to keep it 'friendly' because of the new wattpad guidelines. Which I find incredibly absurd because how can you take that away? The mature content? But so be it. Honestly, I won't be surprised if and when this app will lose users with these new found restrictions.

I remember when this app use to be good, it still is but not like it was in 2017 when I joined. The updates got progressively worse and strict.