Butchy is quite the romantic, when it came to choosing a place for an adventure. starting out with driving on his motorbike, though there wasn't such a long distance to travel, he stuck to going in a repeated cycle around Big Momma's parking space. It was fun I had to admit. I wish I was using sarcasm to define 'romantic', it's everything but the truth. I like it.

A great first 'date' if I am honest. Kicking out the jumpstart, a piece of metal, Butchy revs his engine which smoke poofs out of the pipe.

" You trying to show off, and impress me, hm. It's working, biker boy." I unclasp the Helmet, butchy gave me, on my head. His muscles contract to his movements of reaching to turn off the bikes engine. " So's what? At leasts you is impressed, is you not? My job there is dones. Mission accomplish." He does the sliest grin, I didn't like the look in his eyes. next thing I know my body is swiftly placed on the front fanning system, over the top of his bikes gas gage. My legs are covering butchy's waist. I put each arm around his shoulders.

" Did i's ever tell you how much of a goigous girl you is? 'Cause I cants stop staring at you." His voice is soothing; soft. " how did I gets so lucky." He brushes the point of his nose over my own.

I lean my lips up to capture butchy's, tenderly. He grazes the leather of his finger-less gloves across my cheek, sweeping away my hair, with such gentleness grabs the sensitive skin of my neck. Pushing to ever deepen our kiss. I take a breath resting my forehead, angling it to lean on butchy's. He supports my head in his hands.

" this is .. just. I don't want this night to end. I .. wish I could be here, forever. Be here with you, Butch." I snuggle in his warmth, relishing at his touch. There is nothing I want and or certain of then being here. Wet side story. Even if I am not supposed to, at least I will have a place of belonging.

" I don't want to leave."

Despite his present confusion Butchy held on to both of my hands, which I relax at. " Looks. I mights not know where and what it is you dids come from. I justs know is that's I founds you' and won't Evers let you go. Rights'? We can just enjoys our night, think abouts our tomorrow when it does happens. 'Kay?" His optimism is something I appreciate, at least I can pretend I won't be transported to my dimension after 'defeating' Les Camembert for another day. I hoist my leg up, gliding off the bike hearing squealing. Lela came up and held my hand, giddily.

" Morgan! Morgan! There you are. I was searching all of big Mommas, to find you, and here you are with Butchy. I want to know if there is a chance you would like to join the girls, and I, for a sleep over?".

'Sleepover. I never had one of those since pre-school.' It would be a good opportunity for me to really connect with Lela. " I would love to! What time are you thinking for the sleepover?" I ask, agreeably so I was hoping for Butchy and I date to extend but a sleepover is nothing I want to miss.

" Right now! I can take you to mine and butchy's house! Mack is waiting at Big Mommas for us. Now, Shoo. Butchy. It's a girls night, now." She stuck out her tongue, immaturely and hilariously, which made me giggle. Butchy feigns an adorable pouting face. " Sis. You is taking my girl'. That is no's far."

Lela scowls. " It's for one night, Butchy! Relax." She tugs on my hand edging me forward, towards big Mommas place. " I miss yous' already." Butchy shouts, dramatically and loudly his tone, amplifying through the sound of music.

'He's so melodramatic. It's cute.' I grin waving my fingers in a flutter. He blows an air kiss. I caught the gesture, putting it on the place over my heart. 'This is straight out of a RomCom. I am living out my dream right now. I love it.'

Mack stood, not sure what to do with her hands, shuffling in the sand. " Now that both of you girls are here, time for the sleepover to start!". It's the next scene, Mack has on an outfit for bed, green two piece frilly pyjamas. A little pink bow her shirts collar. For me, I wear a comforting sheer lace white night gown. I admit Lela's bed room is traditional for her time period, but it did have a certain touch. My nails are being manicured, painted sea blue, by Lela. She says it 'matches and how beautiful it makes my eyes pop.'

" ..i'm trying something new, Chee. You always have it the same." Struts comments, standing on her toes flicking her wrist to tease Chee Chee's hair using hairspray as a setting to keep it in shape. Keeping it in place.

" No!" Chee whines, denying Struts, wanting to keep her original style. " just keep teasing, Struts!"

I wanted to smile, at how determined Chee Chee is at wanting nothing to be changed.

" Oh, Jiminy-jeeps, Cheechee. How high do you want me to go?" My eyes wander around the room. a pink, model motorbike next to an old, record player is what sticks out to me. It's pretty. " Until your ears pop." Chee Chee answers. Grinning.

" And this time, make it even. Last time I kept tipping over." I see my own reflection from the two-way vanity mirror, Struts and Chee Chee glance over to give their giggles.

" After struts is done. You should get your hair styled, Mor! Struts does the greatest styles and really knows how to give it character. You can trust struts! And me, duh."

Lela had finished applying the colour polish. I was allowing air to dry the paint. She came out of her bed room closet, an aquatic blue dress in her hands pressing on her body.

" What do you girls think? Should I wear this to go see Brady?" I forget the whole trajectory of This movie had altered because of my brother catching Lela from her falling. And Tanner is 'in love' with Mack. Speaking of mack she had been quiet all this time, as the girls gush over how stunning her dress is. In all honesty it is.

" He loves to surf, and the water is blue. This dress is blue. So next time he goes surfing, he'll see the water and he'll think of me." I'm all for the romantic gesture behind her choice. But It just goes to prove standards in these movies, how men can influence a woman and what she wears.

Mack agrees. " Why would a boy influence what you choose to wear?" Lela and struts look at mack, unsure of why she asks the question she did. " or anything you do?" I mentally agree with her, using caution as to not bump my hand on an electrical portable hair dryer one of Lela's friends is using.

" Simple. A girl will look at your dress. A boy will look at how you look in the dress." I understood the double standard behind her reason. All the girls chuckle, but except for Mack, I join hesitantly.

" Besides. What is wrong with letting a boy be in control of things?" In the twenty first century that would be considered coercive control. There is a law about it. This is the sixties we are currently stuck in, so considering the facts given it made all the sense.

" it's your life. You can take control of what you want and what you wish for, girls. Don't let a boy dictate your freedom of choice." I advise, granted I knew they wouldn't understand. it didn't mean I couldn't share the wisdom I learnt.

" I decide.. to let boys decide, Mor. I do likes your words. very confusing, but I love it." Chee Chee replies chewing on her bubblegum using her signature giggle.

" Why don't you ask him out?" Mack sides with my statement. A domino effect of gasps came out, in shock, from each girl. 'That was on cue.' " Has the spark come off your plugs?" Chee Chee exclaims acting as though Mack said a cuss word. " Yeah. We don't ask anyone out." Struts agrees, pointing her plastic hair comb around the room ceiling making her point.

" We girls can do anything a guy can do. Maybe even better, if you ask me. That is just my opinion." I say, mindlessly admiring how fast the nail polish set. Lela shares a look, a questionable contentious gaze. " I don't know where you, and mack, are from Mor. Around here, you have to ask a boy out without asking him. It just how it is. Simple but it works. You know, like, with your eyes."

Lela covers a quarter of her face showing her eyes, wriggling her arch brows. Flirtatiously flickering her lashes and begins giggling, I lift my a plush toy copying Lela, not to make a mockery I just want to see if it actually works, it does. She blushes at my attempt, laughing.

" See! What I mean. It's magical! Mor, Mack!". I heard what sounds as though a musical instrumental begin, in an instant I recognise 'Like me.' This is an original song I loved from a movie. Lela, Struts, and Chee Chee take a teddy bear swishing around their hair side to side. Kneeling on the bed. Lela begins singing.

A quick glance. Bat yours eyes and look away. I sat, unmoving on Lela's vanity chair, as mack responds in her own singing, she has a good singing voice. Take a chance. Why not ask him on a date? Pick up the check. She puffs out her pj frill shirt, letting it fall. No! Bake him a pie. Lela materialises a whip cream baked pie out of the air. 'Where did that come from? Props to whoever made it happen and have a random pie in a bedroom.'

I know what boys, know what boys yeah, I know what boys like. Mack not knowing what she should do with the pie gives it to me. She winces when cream goes on my gown. 'I need to get this very real cream off before it ruins the gown. I like this too much.'

I go out of Lela's room, into the lighted up hallway, where the typical yellow triangle carpet which was in every house in the sixties brings my attention away from the cream.

" I liked this gown, as well. Jinkies, I hope it comes out." I quote Velma from Scooby-Doo using her famous line. The bathroom was easy to access, it's two steps from her room. It took five minutes for me to rinse out remaining cream, leaving a wet patch but it would dry.

I came back to see Mack in a whole brand-new rock n roll style get up. A huge rose flower is pinned in her hair over her right ear. " That suits you, Mackie." I giggle and she smiles; not to confidently.

" ah! Mor! It's your turn, now. Let my girls and I work our good sense of fashion magic, get you all dressed up! I know just the thing." Lela tugs me to her divider, Struts and Chee Chee follow. In a flurry of material, shoes flying, I feel clothes being made to appear on my body.

In a dramatic twist the folding dressing screen made for privacy moves, rolling away, and the girls screech excitedly at their creation.

I stare; amazed is not the word I could use to explain what I am wearing. It replicates Sandy-Dee's leather transformation clothes she wore to show she changed for Danny Zuko. Even my hair has a volume of curls that bounce, a red and black bandana.

My arms lift at seeing I'm in a leather man jacket. 'I so love the magic of movies.' Mack's jaw is dropped.

'Me too, mack. Me too.'

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JASMINE SPEAKS;

I am back with updating Morgan's story! Sorry for no update for almost a month. I got fixated on basically a new book idea I've been working on updating, 'Bittersweet tragedy', you are hopefully familiar with! It's a 'The boys' fan-fiction. I hope you enjoy this new update. If you didn't see the reference of Sandy and her end of movie outfit change she does for Danny, I had fun writing that part. Really shows Mor's love for the movie as well. What did you think of this new update? Mor and Butchy?

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