She sat down, and tried to give him the same explanation as before, but bikers don't get angry, they get even. She couldn't deal with it. "It was really nothing, Rascal. I'll be fine, they didn't seem to want to get even, and if they did they wouldn't hesitate." Rascal knew this, but she was out on the porch with the biker too long.

"You were out there with Lugnut for a long time. He had to have said something." She realized now that this was the bikers name and began to laugh hysterically. She was rolling around giggling like an idiot, and clutching her stomach. "What's so funny? Come on Anne be serious, I want to help you."

"His name is LUGNUT!" She said through giggles trying to get it all out. "What kind of a name is Lugnut?" She asked while attempting to stop giggling.

"It's not that bad Anne. Come on be serious. I won't let you go until you tell me everything, and if I have to throw you out to the sharks, I will." He looked at her with a straight face, but a smile in his eyes.

"Then, I guess you'll have to feed me to the sharks." He was getting mad at how stubborn she was. He was only trying to protect her, and she was making it very hard. "Look I'll be fine, I wouldn't lie to you, just trust me. This is the best thing to do. Okay?"

"Fine, but if you do get into trouble you owe me an explanation, and you get to walk the plank." He smiled, as she laughed at his joke. Rascal really liked Anne. He was really having fun spending time with her. He took his hand off her wrist, and they went back to surfing. Rascal was still really worried about her, but he didn't want to push it. Anne was old enough to make her own decisions.

After they had surfed for a while everyone went inside Big Mama's for something to eat. Big Mama came over and said they were having a dance tonight. There was going to be a showcase, too if anyone was interested in singing. Anne personally didn't, but she saw some other people liked the idea.

After Big Mama finished talking about it Rascal asked who all was going. Every surfer was going, Anne couldn't say no as it would look suspicious, and Rascal would think it had to do with that morning. The rest of the day passed relatively quickly. Right before the dance everyone started to go home to get dressed up. Anne stayed at the diner sat at her favorite table in the corner. Giggles noticed and approached her.

"Don't you have to get ready for the dance?" She said it as if it was extremely important.

"No, this is the only dress I own."

"Come to my house, some of the other girls are going to go there to get ready. I probably have something you could borrow." Giggles said, she clearly loved a good make over.

"I couldn't. It's fine, it's just another night." Giggles looked seriously angered, which was very rare.

"You don't have a choice." She said with slits for eyes and a frown etched in pink.

"Fine." Anne stood up and followed Giggles out the door. This was going to be a long night. When they got to Giggle's house there was already about half the other surfer girls. They all had bright, cheerful dresses, whereas Anne's looked completely soiled.

"Come here, I have the perfect dress for you to try on." She ran in her closet and came back out with two dresses, and way too much enthusiasm. One for her, and one for Anne. The one for Anne was a beautiful bright yellow floral, with a protruding skirt, and a white belt. It reached down to her knees. Giggle's dress was a light green, with lace covering the entire thing, and a bright blue belt at the waist. They insisted on doing her hair, and make up. By the end she didn't even know who she was. The girl in the mirror had a figure, and a face. Her hair was in a braid down her back, with yellow daisies every few inches.

They went to the dance as a group. When they got there some people had already started dancing, but for the most part it seemed pretty boring. They all went to the tables with the guys while Anne sat at her corner table, almost completely hidden. The party wore on and no one saw her. They were all occupied with dancing. She got bored, and decided to leave. She walked by the dance floor, and was accidentally pushed by some biker boys fooling around. She was caught in the dance with a partner.

She was panicking, and didn't realize who she was dancing with until he spoke. "Hey, doll face, didn't you know you're not supposed to run into people?" She let go, and again headed for the door, completely ignoring everything, and just trying to make it out of there alive. Rascal saw her heading out, so he tried to leave, too. He was walking by the front of the stage when the girl singing, a biker, fell off. He quickly reached out to catch her, and barely made it.

"You saved me." She uttered dumbfounded that a surfer would come to her rescue.

"Not really, it was only a few feet. You couldn't have hurt yourself that bad."

"I'm Lela, and you are?"

"My name's Rascal. Here, let me put you down. Are you all right?"

"I'm fine. Thank you. You probably have places to be, so I'll just go." She walked away, and he couldn't help but feel disappointed, but he went to find Anne anyway.

All he could think about was her. He didn't think people could fall in love at first sight, until he caught her. He had never looked at her before, because she was a biker, but he knew that he liked her a lot, and he wanted to get to know her better, but he couldn't tell anyone. He used to like Anne, but Lela was just different. Would she be able to like him, too? He was a surfer, and she had seemed anxious to leave him. He knew she probably wouldn't feel the same way about him, but he hung on to a hope.

Lela knew she was in trouble. She couldn't like a surfer, because she was a biker. Her mind was at ease when she was thinking at him, and nothing else mattered. Maybe she could meet him again. He could like her, maybe he would. She didn't know, but she wanted to try.