New chapter! Okay so this is basically a filler chapter but it's honestly my favorite one I think, maybe tied with the chapter before;) It's super fluffy so be warned. You can't blame me for adding the first part of this chapter, because seriously, I had to:)

OMFG okay so I went to my new school the other day and I met a girl who loved R5 and met Ross! I could share all my awesome R5 concert experiences with her and it was honestly the best conversation of my life. Okay sorry for this long author's note but I just had to share!

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"Movie night!" Brady cheered as he jumped over the back of the couch without even spilling a drop of his large bowl of popcorn. Mack briefly wondered how he even did that before rolling her eyes and shuffling after him.

It was three days after she woke up from her mini-coma; well that was what Brady called it, and Mack was craving to get out and catch some waves. Her grandfather forbade her to even set foot on a surfboard for at least a week after her accident, and she grudgingly accepted the decision.

For the past three days, Mack would wake up and help her grandfather out in his shop, before spending the rest of the day with Brady. To make her feel better, he kept her company on land and didn't go into the ocean once.

"Like I said, I don't want to surf unless you're out there with me," he had said as they sat together on the lifeguard post. She simply cuddled against him as a way to show her thanks to his dedication to her and they watched the glittering ocean in silence. She didn't miss the way he longingly looked out at the water. Mack herself missed it so much, but she couldn't even imagine how bad Brady yearned to surf, especially since he was doing it his whole entire life.

"What are we watching?" Mack placed her bowl of strawberry ice cream on the small table in front of them and sat down. She flicked a stray brown lock of hair out of her eye and studied the screen.

"We," Brady began, "are going to watch one of the best movies in the world."

Mack observed his expression and suddenly noticed he closely resembled a small excited child. "Should I be scared?"

"Actually, probably the opposite," he answered, using the remote the turn up the volume. It echoed off the walls of the silent house, while the flashing lights of the screen illuminated her dark living room and their bodies.

"What's the opposite of scared?" she inquired.

"No clue. Either way, just watch!" Brady said quickly. He scooted closer and draped an arm over her shoulder, pulling her against his side comfortably. Mack brought her knees up and grabbed her bowl to rest on it.

"Wet Side Story," she read the bright words. The movie looked pretty old, but she had never heard of it.

"Don't tell your grandpa we're watching this," he warned, looking over their shoulders into the darkened house in paranoia.

"Why? Is it inappropriate or something?"

"No. He'll kill me for watching his favorite movie without him," he laughed, looking forward again as the first scene began.

With a groan, Mack watched the first person start singing and sagged back. "It's a musical!"

"It's beautiful," he sighed wistfully, resting his head against hers as he viewed the screen dreamily.

She rolled her eyes, trying to block out the music and horrible surfing on the screen. Honestly! Those old beach musicals were stupid. Only the boys surfed, unrealistically, she might add, there was no logical reason for everyone to start singing, and nobody's hair ever got wet! Ridiculous, really!

Mack ate her ice cream with silence and chose to spend the time watching the boy next to her instead. He was too busy mouthing the words and watching the movie attentively to notice her staring.

Did he even blink?

Even though she hated musicals, Mack couldn't help but smile at the joyful expression on his face. He absolutely loved the movie, and she loved how much he loved it, if that made any sense.

With the bowl empty in her hands, she quickly placed it on the table and snuggled back into Brady. He unconsciously placed a hand on her knee, rubbing it with his thumb lovingly while his arm once again wrapped around her shoulder.

Mack cuddled deeper into his chest, listening to the comforting beat of his heart against her ear. It lulled her into a relaxed sleep, while the song about falling for someone flowed from the television speakers.

Mack. Mack, wake up," a voice stirred her from her sleep. She slowly blinked her eyes open, and had to adjust to the bright lights bombarding her senses.

"Huh?" she mumbled, a yawn coming from her mouth.

"You fell asleep during the movie," Brady explained, brushing her hair from her face.

After a few moments, Mack got accustomed to the lighting and looked around. They were still on the couch in her grandfather's living room. The large windows let the late morning light filter in.

"Oh," she yawned again, stretching her arms up above her. She felt the rumble of Brady's laughter and turned to face him.

"What?"

"Nothing. You're just cute when you wake up," he eyed her fondly.

She merely rolled her eyes and relaxed back against his chest.

"You're a comfy pillow," she noted.

"Am I?" he playfully answered. She could feel his lips at the crown of her head, and smiled serenely.

She nodded, and realized something.

"I thought you liked that movie. How come you fell asleep during it?" she wondered.

She looked up at his pretty honey eyes with an inquisitive stare.

"I watched it until the end," he confirmed, but her questioning look deepened. "I saw you were asleep and I didn't want to wake you up."

Mack cooed on the inside. He was literally the sweetest.

"Morning, kiddies!" her grandfather called from the kitchen as he entered. They looked over the back of the couch to return the greeting. "Brady, why don't you go home and get cleaned up. I'm sure Mack wants to hang out with you later."

"Sure thing, John," he hopped up from the couch, gathering his things. He looked back down at Mack sitting on the couch, still in her clothes from the day before. "I'll be back in twenty minutes."

She nodded. After a glance into the kitchen, Brady quickly leaned down a pressed a lingering kiss to her lips. He was gone a few seconds later, and Mack blinked at his retreating figure out the door.

"How does this game work again?" Mack asked, playing with a loose thread of the towel beneath her. The sound of crashing waves and seagulls were the only sounds heard around them, besides the couple of surfers a few hundred feet down the shore.

"We just go back and forth saying one fact about ourselves," Brady explained, making it seem so simple.

"That's not a game!" she protested, popping a grape into her mouth.

"Yes, it is!" he argued. "Okay, you start."

Mack rolled her eyes and adjusted on the towel. After Brady left to go get cleaned up that morning, he had returned holding a small basket, announcing he was taking her out on a beach picnic. They were sitting across from each other on the blue towel spread over the sand, with the open basket between them.

"Okay…" she thought for a moment. "I hate musicals."

"Horrible fact," he commented dryly, resulting in a grape being thrown at his face.

"Alright Mr. Know-it-all, you say a fact about yourself!"

"I'm allergic to bananas," he announced. Mack nodded, mentally noting to never give him anything with bananas. It wouldn't be very romantic if she gave him something that made him swell up…or die…either way would be a big no-no.

"Hm…oh! I have a present for you!" she quickly dug into the pocket of her purple dress and pulled out a tightly wrapped package. His eyebrows rose as she held it out for him.

"That's a fact?"

She answered by raising the gift more dramatically. "You can say it's like a three week anniversary thing. From when you first asked me out," she explained.

He opened the wrapping and pulled out a new rash guard. It was the same as his yellow one, but a bright blue instead. Mack had passed it when she walked by the surf apparel store and decided to buy him a little present.

"I love it," his eyes lit up. He quickly took off his red t-shirt and pulled it on. It was a perfect fit. Mack discreetly eyed the way the snug material accentuated his developed muscles. "Thanks Mack."

She grinned in response and watched as he leaned forward, hoping to steal a quick kiss as a better thank you for her.

Before he could reach her lips, he was hit in the face with another grape, causing his brown eyes to pop open in shock. Mack didn't wait to see the rest of most likely hilarious reaction before jumping to her feet and darting down the beach, kicking up sand behind her.

She barely got to the front of her grandfather's house before strong arms encased her and lifted her up into the air. She squealed in laughter as Brady carried her bridal style and spun her around, his own giggle lacing with hers.

Mack suddenly saw her grandfather standing on the wooden steps, holding a camera to his face and snapping a picture of them. He examined the photo with a bright smile, undoubtedly planning to frame it for her so she could keep it forever.

Can I get an AWWW! 3 okay by far the most fun chapter to write:) And who remembers the picture Mack was holding of her and Brady at the beginning of TBM? I based the end of this chapter on that, if you were wondering. I hope you liked it:)

The next chapter is most likely the last one/3 but we'll see;)

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