Hello!
I'm so sorry for the late update! I've been really busy with school starting again so I've barely had any time to write. I did try to make this one-shot a little bit longer though to make up for it! :)
This one-shot was based off the wonderfully detailed request from the lovely Owllover34! I really hope that I've done your idea justice; I tried to follow everything as best as I could. :)
Also, please read the author's note at the end, I've got an announcement that I'd like some feedback on if you don't mind.
WARNING: This one-shot does include my OC Coral by request of Owllover34 since she came up with the idea for it. I hope it doesn't bother you too much that I decided to include her!
Anyway, enough of my rambling, here's the one-shot: Secret Admirer!
The five main girls from Wet Side Story scuttled down the sidewalk, chattering and giggling as they went. They were heading over to Struts' house to get ready together for the shindig that was to be held that evening, an activity that some of the girls were more excited than others. The surfer girls had more or less been dragged into the event, but they weren't really that bothered. They would have preferred to get ready themselves because at least that way they could be as casual with their outfit choices and makeup looks as they pleased. However, the biker girls got a little bit too excited when it came to things like that and they had to be constantly reminded by the surfer girls to not completely transform them into Barbie doll look-a-likes. But the surfer girls knew how happy it made them, so they were a little more willing to participate this time.
As Lela was telling Giggles about a new hairstyle she had been reading about that would look 'utterly groovy' on her and Struts was telling Coral about the importance of proper cuticle care, CheeChee noticed something sitting on Struts' doorstep once the five girls had turned on to the driveway.
"Uh, Struts?" she questioned, quirking one of her eyebrows as she stopped in her tracks and turned to face her fellow biker girl.
"Huh? What are those?" Struts asked, completely abandoning her conversation with Coral. Her stilettos smacked against the concrete driveway as she started to walk ahead of the others towards the door, her pace quickening with every step until she was almost at a slow jog. The four other girls crowded around Struts as she peered down at the object on her front doorstep, each girl wanting to get a good look at it. The item in question was a beautiful bouquet of large, hot pink flowers, lime green buds, pale pink roses and tiny white flowers that were practically spilling out of the clear, white-spotted plastic that cradled them.
"Oh my gosh!" Lela breathed, marvelling at the flowers as she peeked over CheeChee's shoulder.
"They're so pretty, Struts," Giggles said, gently tweaking one of the pale pink rose's petals.
"Pretty? They're gorgeous! Stunning in fact!" Lela gushed, pushing past CheeChee to get a better look at the bouquet.
"I wonder who gotcha them," CheeChee said once she had regained her balance, not forgetting to shoot Lela a dirty look when she was back on her feet again.
"I don't know for sure if they's for me yet," Struts said, a little sceptical of the gift that had been left in front of her door. "Whoever left 'em might have got the wrong house."
"Oh, look, there's a card," Coral piped up, pointing to a little, cream card that was sticking out from behind one of the big, pink blooms. "Maybe that'll give us a clue."
"That type of flower is really pretty," Giggles thought out loud, carefully cupping one of the hot pink flower heads in her hand.
"What are they called?" Lela asked as Struts removed the card and started to read it to herself.
"I think it's an Anemone," Coral answered, popping her head around Giggles' shoulder to answer the biker girl that just so happened to be going steady with her twin brother.
"I thought those things lived in the ocean," CheeChee said as her eyebrows creased together in thought.
"Oh yeah, I'm pretty sure that there's a flower called that too though," Coral said, her own eyebrows furrowing as she started to think for herself.
"How do you know so much about flowers?" Giggles asked, quite impressed with her usually ditzy best friend's knowledge.
"Well I wear enough of them," Coral chuckled, adjusting the ring of flowers that was perched on top of her cascading golden brown curls.
"The card doesn't say who they're from," Struts piped up, her eyebrows creased together as she frowned at the card.
"What's it say then?" CheeChee asked, trying to grab at the note.
"Look," Struts said, mindlessly handing the card over to the big-haired biker girl.
"'To Struts,'" CheeChee read aloud as the other three girls eagerly hung on every word. "'Hope ya like the flowers, maybe you'll find them as beautiful as I find you, from…'"
"Who's it from?!" Lela squeaked, almost bursting with excitement.
"How's I supposed to know? There's no name," CheeChee snapped, tossing the card in Lela's direction.
The biker girl swiped at the card in a state of shock. Once she finally managed to catch it, she clasped it in her hands and scanned her eyes over it at least ten times until she was finally able to believe that CheeChee's statement had been true. "You're right, there really is no name," Lela admitted, her expression showing how much of a disappointment this fact was to her. "It's just signed 'xo'."
"Huh? Who's 'xo'?" Coral asked, being as brainless as usual.
"Isn't it like hugs and kisses? That kind of 'xo'?" Giggles suggested, making all four girls look in her direction with amazed expressions.
"Woah," Coral said. "That was some seriously smart detective work, Giggles," she continued as a big smile spread across her face.
"Really?" Giggles squeaked in surprise, an equally large grin curling at her lips.
"Totally!" Coral exclaimed, both surfer girls getting more and more delirious by the second.
"I guess we both said some pretty clever things today," Giggles said, referring to Coral's knowledge of various floras and her own clue discovery.
"We must be getting smarter!" Coral cried, setting both surfer girls giggling, squealing and jumping up and down on the spot in ecstasy.
"Oh brother," CheeChee sighed, knowing that once Coral and Giggles got in a state like that it was going to take quite a bit of trying to calm them down again.
"Wait, it was signed 'hugs and kisses', so whoever left the flowers didn't want to reveal their identity," Lela started, the cogs in her brain working on overdrive and starting to slot into place. "Do you know what this means?" she asked as her lips twisted into an excited smile.
"No…" Struts said slowly, a little wary of what Lela's answer could be.
"It means that you've got a secret admirer!" Lela squealed.
"I do?" Struts asked, her eyes widening to the size of dinner plates.
"She does?" CheeChee asked, just as shocked as Struts.
"She does?" Giggles and Coral asked at the same time, crashing down from their squeals of delight at the news of Struts' flower bearer's identity.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Lela asked, surprised that her friends hadn't picked up on it until now. "The compliment on the card, the gorgeous flowers, no name…it all means one thing."
"Someone's got a crush on ya," CheeChee said, following her comment up with one of her signature giggles as she nudged Struts' arm.
y"But…I'm with Lugnut," Struts argued, hating the very thought of having to reject someone who quite obviously really liked her.
"Oh it's no big deal, it's just a sweet gesture," Giggles chuckled, finding Struts' discomfort rather amusing.
"Sweet?! It's super romantic! This is so cute! Now I want a secret admirer!" Lela whined, playfully stamping her foot in fake disgruntlement.
"I think the least these spectacular things deserve is a vase and some water," Struts giggled, finally letting herself enjoy her gift properly. She inhaled the fresh yet sweet fragrance from the flowers before digging in the pocket of her leather jacket for her keys, when Coral ruined her blissful, giddy excitement at her surprise present.
"Oh, hey boys!" the surfer girl chirped, making the pink-stiletto wearing biker girl whip around and see five very familiar guys sheepishly skulking onto her drive.
"What are you guys doin' here?" Struts demanded, trying to hide the massive, extravagant bouquet, which was just as hard as it sounded.
"Just…passing by," Seacat said, forcing an awkward grin onto his face to mask his guilt.
"Yeah, sure," CheeChee drawled, rolling her eyes at the surfer boy's pathetic attempt at lying.
"Were you, like, spying on us?!" Giggles gasped, her eyes widening as her eyes flitted from boy to boy.
"Nah, I wouldn't really call it spying," Butchy started, one of the most relaxed of the group, but 'relaxed' was still pushing it a bit. The biker boy obviously didn't get affected by guilt that often for it enough to leave an impression.
"We wouldn't really call it spying," Rascal agreed, echoing parts of the conversation like he always did. Although his version definitely sounded a lot more like getting caught had thrown him off his usual laid-back nature that came with being a surfer.
"More like overhearing a conversation," Seacat continued, trying to act cool about the situation even though it was clear to see that he felt just as guilty as the others.
"And then stopping to listen to it," Tanner added, letting out a chuckle once he'd spoken, obviously not realising that he'd just blown the boys' cover. The other four guys noticed though and all let out sighs of defeat whilst mumbling things about 'stupid surfers' and 'not being able to keep mouths shut'. In short, they weren't very pleased.
"So what I'm hearing is that you were spying?" Coral asked, raising one of her eyebrows at the group of boys and sending them each a questioning look that pretty much bore into their minds and grabbed the answer itself.
"Well if wes is just gonna go blurtin' stuff out then yeah, we stopped to listen to ya conversation," Butchy snapped, shooting Tanner a quick glare before reverting his focus to the surfer boy's twin sister.
"How much did ya hear?" Struts asked, her eyes repeatedly darting over to her boyfriend. You could definitely say that she was nervous to see her boyfriend's reaction to her gift from her secret admirer; she had no idea how he was going to take it.
"Enough to know that you were all giggling like idiots over those 'spectacular things'," Seacat replied, motioning to the bunch of blooms that were trying to escape their plastic wrapping. Struts' eyes flitted down to the bouquet in her arms and felt her stomach drop along with her eye line. She was too nervous to look up at Lugnut in case he accused her for being involved with whoever had sent her them. Surely he wouldn't do that though, right? He trusted her in their relationship, right? He might not even question them, right? He might just think that they were a present from her parents, right?
"They're so pretty, aren't they?" Lela gushed, gazing dreamily at the huge bunch of flowers and trying to push down the jealous monster that was screaming for its own bouquet in the pit of her stomach.
"I's wouldn't really call flowers prett-" Butchy started, his eyebrows slightly furrowing as he critiqued his little sister's comment…that is until he was interrupted by Seacat, much to the biker boy's enjoyment as I'm sure that you can imagine.
"They're pretty something, that's for sure," Seacat said, curiously eyeing the rather impressive bouquet that was cradled in Struts' arms like a new born baby, wondering the question that his friend was just about to raise.
"Who got you them?" Tanner asked, flashing one of his blinding, white smiles at the bubblegum-popping biker girl. But Tanner didn't know that he'd just asked the one question that Struts had been dreading answering, even though she knew that it would have come up at some point.
"Yeah, who got you them?" Rascal echoed, yet again repeating what someone else had said. However, it seemed like Rascal had finally got control of his own voice and brain again since he decided to add on a comment of his own. "Did you do it, Lugnut?" he asked, turning to Lugnut and waiting expectantly for an answer, although he already thought that he knew what it would be.
"No, but I'd like to find out who did," Lugnut said tightly. His jaw clenched as he sent a stony stare to the bouquet of flowers, the very thought of someone hitting on his girlfriend starting an anger-fuelled fire that coursed through his veins like electricity in a circuit. "So I can pound 'em," he added through gritted teeth, his hands already balled into tight fists.
"Woah," Coral said, taking a step back to give the biker boy a little more time to cool off. "Relax, dude."
"I's not gonna relax, how'd ya expect me to relax at a time like this?" Lugnut snapped, scowling at the surfer girl before turning his attention back to running through all the different ways that he could 'pound' the guy that had left the flowers…once he found out who did it that is.
"Well I think it's about time, Lugnut needs to be stickin' up for his girl," CheeChee piped up, crossing her arms over her chest and shifting her weight to one side.
"Thanks, CheeChee," Struts smiled, glad that someone was finally thinking about her during all of this.
"Not that ya need stickin' up for but ya get what I mean, right?" CheeChee rambled, getting slightly off the topic of main concern.
"Right," Struts agreed, once again shooting the tall-haired biker girl a big grin.
"No, not really," Coral said, looking rather lost after trying to follow CheeChee's train of thought.
"Good," CheeChee finished with a satisfied smile, completely ignoring Coral's answer to avoid having to explain it again.
"Well I think it's adorable that Struts has a secret admirer," Giggles chirped, the fringe on her bikini swaying as she bounced on the non-existent heels of her flat, white boots.
"Secret admirer?" Butchy asked, quirking one of his eyebrows as his eyes moved from Struts, to the bouquet and finally to Lugnut, checking to see how he was taking this news. In short, he wasn't taking it very well.
"Basically, someone likes Struts but is too nervous to reveal who they are," Giggles explained.
"Well it was bound to happen to one of us at some point, right?" Lela asked, glancing at the four other girls in turn and silently raging that it hadn't been her to have a secret admirer. It's not that Lela was jealous of people having a crush on Struts, it was just the fact that Lela was such a hopeless romantic that she'd always dreamed of something like this happening to her. Yet when it happens to Struts, she doesn't even make that big of a deal about it. That just didn't seem fair in Lela's eyes.
"Yeah, it's about time," Struts chuckled, joking along with Lela's comment until Lugnut snatched the bouquet out of her grasp.
"About time I find this guy and tell him to knock it off," Lugnut growled, grabbing the bouquet and storming off down the drive. Struts' mouth fell open as the flowers were ripped from her grasp, a lightning bolt of shocked disbelief striking her and taking her breath away for a few seconds. But she soon started inhaling again when she got her bearings back and saw Lugnut angrily dumping the bouquet in the hedge at the bottom of her driveway. The biker boy shoved the flowers between the collection of small twigs and leaves that made up the hedge before storming off down the road in search of this 'secret admirer'. Lugnut had set off like he knew exactly who and where the guy who had left the flowers was; when in reality he didn't have the faintest idea what he was going to do about finding them. All he knew was that it wasn't right and he needed to make it right.
"Aw, he's so cute when he's jealous," Struts sighed, gazing dreamily at her brave knight-in-shining-armour who was going off to protect her from whoever was trying to flirt with her. At least that's what she was telling herself. Because in reality, she didn't need 'protecting' from anything, it was just a nice gesture from someone. They obviously weren't being serious when they were saying how much they liked her, right? She was in a relationship with Lugnut and she certainly didn't see anything changing about that any time soon. So what was Lugnut so worried about?
"Uh," Butchy trailed off, backing down the drive to follow his friend. "We's got ya back, Lugnut!" he called, breaking into a run once he'd reached the pavement that led onto the main road. "Let us know when ya find the guy!" his shouts echoed down the street as he chased after his crew member. It took a few seconds, but the surfer boys soon became aware of the fact that they weren't really welcome anymore (not that they had been in the first place) and decided to head back to the beach, some a little more promptly than others. And by that I mean that it took several seconds for Tanner to stop grinning goofily at Lela and realise that Seacat and Rascal were already waiting for him at the base of the driveway.
Once she'd made sure that the boys were long gone, Struts snuck out of her front door to retrieve the slightly mangled bouquet. The flowers were missing a few petals here and there but it had surprisingly stayed pretty much intact, so Struts carried them inside and proudly placed them in a red, glass vase before running back upstairs to get ready for the shindig. But the whole time that she was curling her hair and picking out a dress, she couldn't shake the question that was constantly bouncing around her brain. Who had left her the flowers?
The news of Struts' secret admirer had managed to spread like wildfire, reaching the ears of pretty much every surfer and biker that inhabited Big Momma's every night. No one really knows who had spread the news out of the ten people that were aware of the gift because every single one denied it, so I'll let you have your own suspicions. There was still the overall mystery of who had sent the flowers in the first place and Lugnut, who was no closer to discovering any clues, was tearing his hair out over the problem. But the mystery was about to get solved, a lot quicker than anyone thought possible. It all became very clear after over-hearing a conversation between some biker boys on the porch of Big Momma's. The three words that Lugnut had been desperate to hear since the incident had happened three days ago. 'It was me.'
As Lugnut pushed through the double doors of the beach hangout spot and began to trudge down the stairs, off to take another long ride on his bike to wrack his brain for more ideas, he heard voices to his right. He craned his head and saw no one stood there. So he kept walking, thinking that he had imagined the voices. They were just figments of his imagination because that's what he wanted to hear. No one was there. No one was saying that. No one was helping him get closer to finding the culprit. But as he lumbered towards the Big Momma's car park, which was filled with more bikes than cars unlike the name would suggest, he heard them again. This time, however, he spotted a cluster of four biker boys. Four biker boys who he happened to be pretty close friends with: Sidecar, Muffler, Rocket and Jax. Sidecar was slumped against the wall with his arm above his head, propping himself up; Muffler was slouched against the railing that ran around the porch area with his legs lazily crossed in front of him; Rocket had a strong stance with his legs slightly apart and his arms crossed and Jax had his back to the wall, his head casually cocked to the side.
"Whaddya think 'bout this whole 'secret admirer' junk with Struts and Lugnut then?" Muffler piped up, idly crossing his arms and scanning the three biker boys stood before him.
"It's just a bunch of drama," Sidecar huffed, totally uninterested in the new conversation topic.
"Who d'ya think it is though?" Muffler asked, obviously more invested in the piece of gossip than his friend.
"Why d'ya care?" Sidecar shot back, rolling his eyes.
"Yeah, isn't that like girl stuff?" Rocket asked as he quirked one of his eyebrows questioningly at Muffler for bringing up something like that.
"Jeez, excuse me for tryin' to talk 'bout somethin' different for once," Muffler sighed, holding his hands up in defence so that his friends didn't fire any more abuse at him.
"It's not really different though, is it?" Rocket said, shooting an accusing glance in Jax's direction.
"Yeah, you's oddly quiet," Sidecar piped up, turning to look at Jax as well.
"Normally you're jumpin' at the chance to talk 'bout your favourite girl," Rocket teased, smirking at the biker boy, who hadn't said a word yet. "Why haven't ya said anythin' yet?"
"What's the point in askin' questions 'bout somethin' I already knows 'bout?" Jax asked, casually shrugging his shoulders and causing his three friends to give him puzzled looks.
"You already know 'bout the secret admirer thing?" Sidecar asked, surprised to say the least.
"Couse he does, idiot," Rocket scoffed, fully prepared to tease his friend as much as possible. "He's gotta know who his competition is. Can't have anyone else gettin' between him and his woman, can he?" The three biker boys all snickered at that, knowing better than anyone that Jax had a massive crush on Lugnut's girlfriend. But even though they had access to this information, none of them were expecting the confession that came next.
"I'm my own competition?" Jax asked, a cryptic smirk curling his lips and once more drawing the other three biker boys' attention to him. However, he didn't know yet that he was also drawing a fourth biker boy's attention as well.
"Wait, it was you?" Rocket asked, incredibly shocked at what Jax had just said.
"You sent those flowers to Struts?" Sidecar asked, equally as shocked as Rocket.
"You're the secret admirer?" Muffler finished, matching his two acquaintances' expressions.
"Well it took ya long enough to figure out," Jax smirked, a hint of an amused chuckle escaping his lips. But the smirk didn't stay there for long because the fifth biker boy, who could barely believe the conversation he had just over-heard between his friends, was already racing back to the steps that led up to the porch. Once he rounded the corner he stopped dead in his tracks and just stared at Jax, his whole body trembling with rage.
"And the culprit is revealed," Lugnut snarled, taking in shaky breaths as his brain tried to process the information it had just been given. How could one of his close friends betray him like that? How could he go behind his back and hit on his girlfriend so easily, as if he didn't have a care in the world? How could he think that he could get away with something like that?
"Uh…" Jax stuttered, the colour draining from his face as he spotted the worst person that could have shown up. Lugnut strode towards him, his face like thunder as he closed in on his target.
"You think you stand a chance with Struts?" Lugnut asked, gripping the collar of the boy's leather jacket.
"I…" Jax stammered, his mind going completely blank, paralysed with fear.
"You think you have a chance with her over me?" Lugnut pressed, forcefully bringing Jax closer to his face.
"Uh..." Jax stuttered again.
"You think you can take on me?" Lugnut urged, slamming Jax's back into the outer wall of Big Momma's, knocking the air out of the squirming biker boy.
"Um," Jax wheezed, trying to catch his breath again. "I…I guess-"
"Alright, have it your way. You," Lugnut growled, jabbing his forefinger into the centre of Jax's chest. "Me," he continued, turning his finger to point to his own chest. "Three o'clock, Big Momma's," he finished, curling his hand into a fist before cracking his knuckles and shooting Jax one last glare. Lugnut swiftly turned on his heels then stormed back towards the front doors of Big Momma's and kicked them open, not even bothering to acknowledge the existence of the handle.
"Wha…wha-what just happened?" Jax faltered, gulping breaths of air as he fixed his leather jacket and prised himself away from the wall.
"Ya just got caught, J," Muffler said, staring open mouthed at the biker boy opposite him even though he could hardly believe what he'd just witnessed himself.
"But…what did that knuckle-thing mean?" Jax continued in a complete state of panic as he searched his friends' faces for answers.
"He challenged ya to a fight, Jax," Rocket explained, watching as the brunette boy's face turned even whiter, if that was possible. It looked like he'd seen a ghost.
Jax, despite being part of a biker crew, was one of the worst people when it came to confrontations of any kind. He hated violence and was terrified of blood, so he definitely wasn't your typical rough and tough biker boy. And the news that he was going to have to take on one of the main bikers, who was dating his crush and was a key part in most of the fights that the Rodents got into when they were out of town, struck him down with fear…literally. Jax felt his legs turn to jelly and they gave way beneath him, forcing Sidecar to awkwardly jump to attention and catch him so that he didn't smack his head on the decking. It was pretty clear to see that Jax wasn't exactly thrilled about the fight.
But there was someone else who was terrified about the announcement of the confrontation between the two biker boys that they had just overheard. Someone who was clutching her surfboard so tightly that her knuckles were turning white. The surfer girl's white boots sunk into the soft grains of sand beneath her feet as she whipped her head to watch Lugnut crash through the doors of Big Momma's in alarm. Her boots didn't stay sunken into the sand for long though because it was a matter of seconds before her legs started to move independently. Kicking up clouds of sand grains behind her as she ran; she dropped her surfboard to the ground and bolted down to the water, the fringe of her bikini wildly swaying from side to side as she scanned the beach for any sign of a pair of pink stilettos. But Giggles couldn't see Struts anywhere, so she twirled around and re-traced her steps until she reached the road that led up to the street of houses that inhabited most of the beach residents, where she broke into a run once more.
The surfer girl skidded to a halt at the base of Struts' driveway before scurrying up to the front door and desperately hammering away at it. She only stopped pounding at the wood when Struts swung it open, her eyebrows were slightly creased together but her eyes were wide from surprise.
"What's goin' on Giggles?" Struts asked as CheeChee and Lela joined her in the doorway.
"Lugnut challenged Jax to a fight!" Giggles babbled, her eyes frantically darting between the three biker girls.
"What? Why?" Lela asked, her eyebrows furrowing like Struts'.
"He found out that Jax sent the flowers," Giggles explained, agitatedly bouncing on the spot.
"Jax sent the flowers?!" Struts cried, her eyes practically popping out of her head. She couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Jax, the sweet, usually nervous biker boy that pretended to be strong and have a big ego to fit in was her secret admirer? How did that make any sense at all? How could he possibly take on Lugnut in a fight? Why did Lugnut challenge him to a fight in the first place? Did he really think that he was going to threaten what they had together? Those were just a handful of the thousands of thoughts that were flying around Struts' brain, making it almost impossible to even attempt to think straight.
"Do you know when the fight is?" Lela asked, bringing Struts crashing back to reality.
"Three o'clock," Giggles said, nervously playing with the end of a strand of her sun-bleached blonde hair.
"What time is it now?" Struts choked, having to force the words out of her mouth since her mind was so preoccupied with questions and worries over the imminent brawl.
"Ten to three," Lela said slowly, craning her head to glance at the clock hanging on the wall beside her in the hallway. The four girls all stared at each other, completely frozen with fear.
"We's gots to go break this up before somebody gets hurt! Somebody bein' Jax!" CheeChee exclaimed as Struts, Lela and Giggles wildly nodded their heads in agreement. Without another word, the four girls all raced back towards Big Momma's, only stopping once for Struts to slip off her stilettos.
The sight that Struts, Giggles, Lela and CheeChee were met with when they burst through the doors of Big Momma's was pretty self-explanatory, but that didn't make it any less concerning. The chairs and tables have been moved away from the centre of the restaurant to create a circular space in the middle, like when they turned it into a dance floor for their shindigs. But this was far from any shindig. Tanner, Seacat, Rascal and Coral were all awkwardly stood off to the side, looking very jittery and nervous as the rest of the surfers huddled behind them, all looking very out of place in the scenario. The majority of the Rodents were stood behind Butchy, who was scowling at the considerably smaller group of bikers cowering opposite him. They obviously hadn't picked the right side to be supporting in his eyes. What drew your attention the most though were the two figures at the centre of it all; one was doubled over and clutching his stomach whilst the other one had his hands balled into fists at his sides, shooting daggers at the other boy. It didn't take a genius to work out which one of them was winning. But just as Lugnut was raising his fist to throw another punch, even though Jax had barely straightened up again, someone pushed through the crowds of people and ran in between the two boys.
"Stop this right now!" Struts shouted, glowering at both boys, completely disgusted with their animal-like behaviour. Struts had never seen Lugnut drop his act so quickly before, it was like a raindrop made from lead. He jumped back from his girlfriend for fear that he couldn't stop his arm in time, the thought of bringing any harm to her too horrific to even begin to process, and stumbled until he regained his balance. Jax, however, was extremely glad about the delay since it gave him enough time to get his breath back, which had been so kindly knocked out of him by Lugnut. "What on earth is goin' on here?!" Struts cried, turning her attention from person to person until someone gave her an answer.
"They're fighting," Tanner piped up from the corner of the room, flushing bright red when the entire restaurant's attention was turned to him.
"Over you," Seacat added, glancing over at Struts, who had her hands placed firmly on her hips, still clutching onto her pink high heels that she had taken off when she was running here.
"They're fighting over you," Rascal repeated, echoing what both of the surfer boys had said before him.
"Lugnut found out that Jax was the one who sent you the flowers," Coral finished, anxiously looking at Struts to see how she was going to react.
"Yeah, I know," Struts sighed, sending a fleeting glance to her secret admirer before averting her gaze.
"How?" Butchy asked, his eyebrows knitting together as he stared at the biker girl.
"Giggles told me, she overheard you guys talkin'," Struts explained as she frowned at the five biker boys she had referenced. Giggles' cheeks flushed crimson upon her name being mentioned and everyone turning to look at her.
"So…" Jax started, using a chair to push himself up until he was standing. "What does this mean then?" Jax asked, holding his breath as he gazed at the biker girl he'd fallen so hard for, despite her being caught by another guy.
"Jax," Struts began, stepping towards the biker boy she now knew for sure was seriously crushing on her just from the look on his face. He looked like a dejected puppy that had been denied a walk because he knew what was coming, even if he didn't want to believe it. "You's a really sweet guy and the bouquet is gorgeous, but I'm with Lugnut. And I don't see that changing any time soon. You deserve a better girl than me, one who can actually fall in love with ya without having to break someone else's heart in the process. You's is a great guy, Jax, go and find yourself a great girl," she finished, resting a hand on the boy's shoulder before giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Yeah, I had a feeling you was gonna say somethin' like that," Jax sighed, slipping his hands into his pockets and letting his eye line drop to the floor once he spotted Lugnut shooting him a smug grin from behind his girlfriend's back.
"Nice one, babe," Lugnut smirked, as he watched Jax's face fall. At least they'd both taught him a lesson now. Lugnut thought that Struts was going to be relieved that he'd stepped in to put a stop Jax from flirting with her, but he got a very different response from the biker girl.
"Don't you 'babe' me," she snapped, twirling around to face her boyfriend with a stormy expression. Her black and white skirt billowed out around her thighs from the sudden movement.
"Huh?" Lugnut murmured, quirking one of his eyebrows as a reflex of his surprise.
"Why'd ya think that it's ok to go round beatin' people up for doin' nice things?" Struts asked, crossing her arms over her chest and tapping her foot against the wooden floorboards in anticipation of an answer.
"Uh, it wasn't a nice thing, he was hittin' on ya," Lugnut shot back, starting to frown at his girlfriend's odd behaviour. Why wasn't she blindly agreeing with him and showering him with praise for being so brave like he'd expected her to?
"I know that," Struts hissed. "But a simple 'back off, she's not interested' would've been fine."
"Well I's sorry for bein' protective," Lugnut quipped, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"More like jealous," Struts muttered, scowling at her boyfriend's childish ways.
"I's not jealous, I just don't wanna risk losin' ya, Struts," Lugnut admitted, his tone was harsh but his face showed just how hurt he was. Ever since he'd discovered the flowers waiting for Struts he'd been so paranoid that she'd find out who had sent them and would turn her affection towards them. He couldn't even think of what his life would be like if Struts broke up with him, she was everything to him.
Struts stopped dead, the breath caught in her throat and she just stared at the biker boy in front of her.
"Do ya have any idea how much this has been tearin' me apart over the past few days?" Lugnut asked, trying to make eye contact with Struts. But she just let her gaze fall to the ground.
"No," she said meekly after a short pause.
Everyone in Big Momma's was silent. You could have head a pin drop. And everyone's attention was drawn to the couple at the centre of it all.
"I couldn't cope, Struts," Lugnut confessed. "I kept thinkin' that you'd go off with the guy when ya found him."
"And dump you?" Struts asked, raising one of her eyebrows.
"Well, yeah, that's what I's was gettin' at," Lugnut mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the biker girl in front of him now that he'd admitted everything.
"Why on earth would ya think somethin' like that?" Struts asked, stepping closer to her boyfriend. "Don't ya trust me?" Although Struts was waiting for an answer, Lugnut didn't give her one. Instead, he just scuffed his sneaker against the floorboards. "Lugnut," she said, moving her high heels into one hand so that she could use her other one to take hold of his leather-gloved hands. "You're the only guy for me, please get that into your head," she chuckled, bringing his gaze back to her. "I's not going anywhere, ok?" she finished, locking eyes with the secretly insecure biker boy.
Lugnut gave Struts a discreet nod and allowed a smile to form on his face. He slowly moved his hands out of Struts' grip, only to slide his arms around her waist and bring her even closer to him. Struts wrapped her arms around the base of Lugnut's neck, making sure to keep her stilettos (which she was still holding on to) as far away from him as possible to avoid spiking him in the back of the head. Their lips locked together and they both got completely lost in the kiss, the only two people that mattered to them were each other…not the room full of people that were still awkwardly watching the couple. It didn't look like the couple were breaking apart any time soon either, so Seacat decided to step in.
"Uh, guys? You do realise that we're all still here right?" the surfer boy asked, voicing everyone's thoughts at once. Luckily, Struts and Lugnut stopped for breath long enough to catch Seacat's question. They both let out a rather sheepish laugh and flushed cherry red from embarrassment. "Do you want to take it outside?" he continued, still feeling extremely awkward for having to bring it up.
"Or do you want to get a room?" Coral asked, making a few of the surfers and bikers throughout the restaurant (more specifically, the immature ones) let out snorts of laughter, much to her amusement.
Struts and Lugnut weren't bothered about their friends making fun of them though; they just laced their fingers together and strolled out of the doorway without a care in the world. Struts rested her head against the soft leather of her boyfriend's jacket as the couple walked hand in hand down the shore, both sharing dreamy smiles and stealing kisses as they went. Everyone else presumed that they spent the rest of the day together because no one saw them again until the next morning when neither of them could wipe the giddy smiles off their faces. It had definitely been a date night to remember.
I really hope that you enjoyed it!
Let me know in a review who you think it was that spread the gossip about Struts' secret admirer! There's no right or wrong answer because I haven't thought about it myself, I'd just like to hear your ideas on it! XD
The next one-shot that I will be writing is a suggestion by Guest that is going to be called: Stuffy Nose. So I hope that you're looking forward to that!
Like always, I want to say thank you for the lovely reviews that I got last chapter! You're so sweet and I love hearing what you think of each one-shot. You mean the world to me! I can't thank you enough!
So my announcement is that since Halloween is coming up, I am going to write a week's worth of Halloween-inspired one-shots! That means that I will be posting a different Halloween themed one-shot every day in the week of the 25th to the 31st of October. I want your help though because I need prompts for the one-shots! I have a few songs that I'm going to work into stories but I need other ideas and song suggestions too. I'd be so grateful if you could help me with some ideas whether it's a full plot line or a Halloween-y song that you'd like me to include or even just a costume idea. And you never know, I might just put your idea into one of the stories!
That's all for now! Thank you so much for reading!
-cherrygorilla