This chapter has the same outfit as the last one. For the person who messaged me, and for all readers who are wondering, I think Mick would sound kind of like Sage Boatright.

So if you want to know what I think Mick would sound like, search "Sage Boatright" on YouTube. I think if you listen to her sing Budapest by George Ezra, you can really hear her better. But that's just my opinion.

As Butchy and I went inside Big Momma's, a surfer pointed us out. I smiled and waved, but Butchy seemed to scowl as we walked by. We got a few giggles and some whispering as we walked by, but I just took Butchy's wrist and guided him to the booth he usually sits at in the movie.

I desperately tryed to ignore the sparks that surged from my hand to my heart as we walked, but, by then, I was pretty sure my blush was already appearing over the make-up on my cheeks.

As I walked by a table with a couple of Rodents, I heard a whistle from one of them. I paid no attention to them, however, by the look he gave them, Butchy did.

"She is fine!" whispered a biker.

"Think she'd go out with me?" mumbled another.

Wow. I know I look like a biker, but I didn't know I looked this good. I just might have to dress like this more often.

/Butchy's PoV\

Early the next morning, the guys had set it up with the girls that Mick and I would have day alone. I was all for it. Except for one thing. The clothes. The guys forced me into wearing a more surfer outfit. I hated it, but since it was for Mick, I wore it.

Around noon, I headed to Big Momma's. As I pulled up, I noticed a curly haired girl with a black leather jacket on. As I took off my helmet, the girl turned. It was Makana. Mick was wearing a beautiful dress with matching shoes and her hair had a little black bow in it.

All in all, she was gorgeous.

She started giggling and I suddenly remembered what I was wearing.

"Yeah. Yeah. Laugh it up."

"Sorry, Butchy, but I never thought I would see you dressed like this." Mick smiled.

"And I never thought I'd see you's lookin' like a biker." I said with a grin as I got closer to her.

"The people in there are going to go nuts when they see us." Mick claimed as we walked up the front steps.

"They sure are."

As we walked into the building, the place seemed quiet. Then, I heard the whispers. I scowled. It must be about me. Yeah, I am dressed like a surfer, so what. Get over it and move on.

Then I over heard just what they were whispering about as Mick grabbed my wrist and walked by a table full of Rodents.

"She is fine!"

"Think she'd go out with me?"

I nearly stopped. Now it wasn't just Lugnut, Miles, or Skids who liked Mick. It was most of the Rodents. I need to do somethin' and do it quickly before someone else tries to take her.

I need to see if Lela can get somethin' out o' her. I need to know what she likes.

"Wait here for a second, Mick." I said as she sat down. "I'm gonna go get us some soda."

/Makana's PoV\

I sat down in the booth as Butchy left to get us drinks. I watched as Lela came up to me with a big smile on her face. "So? How is it going?" Lela asked.

"He just went to get us some drinks."

"Okay. That gives me some time to tell you what he likes. If you want?"

I nodded rapidly. "Please do."

Lela giggled. "He loves machinery so, if you know much about machines, talk about that. Butchy likes it when a girl plays with her hair. And he hates any questions about girls he dated before."

I nodded again. "Anything else?"

"I can't. He's coming back. Please don't tell him what I just told you." Lela said quickly, "You can tell me how it went tonight." she gave me a thumbs up before going back to her seat.

I guess I'm going over again tonight as well.

Butchy came back over with our drinks and sat down across from me. "What were you an' Lela talkin' 'bout?"

I smiled and shook my head. "She just wanted to know if my head was okay."

Butchy glanced at me confusedly. "Why wouldn't it be alright?"

"I fell this morning and hit it. I had a major headache for a while after."

Butchy nodded. "So are you's alright?"

"Yeah, Butchy, I'm fine."

There was a long, awkward pause between us before he spoke up.

"I like that ring. My sister had a necklace with the same thing on it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. She gave it to her best friend when she had to go back home."

I paused. My Mom said she had a gift from her best friend that she was going to give me when I turned 16. "By any chance, Butchy, was her best friends name Mack?"

His eyes snapped to mine in shock. "Yeah. It was. How did you know that?"

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed, "They were true?! All those stories..."

"Mick, what are you talkin' 'bout?"

"They're my parents! Mack is my Mom. Wait! Did Mack come with a guy named Brady?"

"Y-yeah?"

I nearly jumped out of my seat. "Brady is my Dad! Oh my cheese puffs! They weren't just telling me fairy tales!"

"Slow down! What are you sayin'?"

I took a deep breath before speaking. "My Mom and Dad are Mack and Brady. They always tell me the story about the time they came here. I thought they were just trying to give me a creative imagination. I didn't think it was true."

"They are your parents?! What year is it there?!"

"2036." Butchy sighed. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you before, but I was having so much fun here and- wait."

Butchy and I caught gazes before I got up and took off toward the door. "Hold up, Mick!" I heard Butchy call after me as went through the front doors and kicked off my high heels.

It didn't take Butchy long to catch up with me as I ran down the beach.

"Where are you goin'?" he asked as we ran toward where I knew the lighthouse would be.

"I need to see if Les Camembert is making his crazy weather machine."

"Isn't he the guy who-"

"Tried to buy Big Momma's? Yeah. He knows this beach will be gold someday so he told Big Momma to sell it to him."

Butchy and I were gasping for breath as we ran by many surfers and bikers. "She said no. I was there when it happened."

"I know." I said as I came to a stop, "Hey, let's catch our breath for a second."

I leaned on Butchy as I caught my breath. I could hear his heart pounding as I reached up and hugged his torso. I noticed that he and I were around the same height. He was only an inch or two taller than me. "Thank you, Butchy." I said quietly.

"Fer what?" he questioned as he put his arms over my shoulders.

"Following me."

"Sure. I mean, the scared look in your eye made me a little scared. I had to follow you to know what was goin' on."

"Still. Thanks." I replied as I backed away. "Let's keep going. The lighthouse should be just up ahead."

"Lighthouse?!"

I hope you guys enjoyed it! The next chapter will be told from Butchy's PoV of the events from the time at Big Momma's until the end of this chapter. Yay!

-Snaps