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Chapter Thirty-Six

Brady's P.O.V

Butchy and I rushed to help the girls to their feet.

Mack blinked in utter surprise. Struts squealed. Chee Chee seemed to occupied by the fact that the wave had ruined her hair.

"We're home." Struts remarked.

"Who cares?" Chee Chee drawled. "I look like a drowned raccoon! Little wonder I hate the water!"

I looked past Mack and out to the ocean. The water was still and calm, vastly different from the California beach.

Different world, different weather.

Meaning we couldn't just dive back in and get taken back home.

"Oh my!" Lela gasped. "Mother and father will be so concerned about where we've been Butchy! We need to get home and-"

"Lela chill." I interrupted. "No time passes."

Lela let out a sigh of relief, which was the total opposite of how Mack and I felt.

"So what now?" Mack asked cautiously looking around.

"Well I don't know about you lot…." Chee Chee pulled her hair out of its bun. Glued together by salt water, it fell in a huge clump. "…But I'm going home to fix this situation."

She widely gestured to her face and hair and took off in the other direction. Although Struts and Chee Chee, hadn't anticipated getting in the water, they'd both worn bikinis so they could tan, but they'd both fully done their hair and makeup, and I was guessing they now regretted it.

Struts nodded and gestured and took off behind Chee Chee, who was wiping away black mascara smudges and walking down the beach. I was about to call out that she shouldn't just disappear again and it was important Mack and I knew where she was so keep her out of trouble, when I remembered where we were.

The tables had turned. It was the Wet Side Story gang's turn to keep us out of trouble.

Silently –presumably everyone was thinking of what to do next- we stood and watched the pair of friends until they were just specks in the distance.

Mack sighed.

"When are the waves the biggest here?" She asked Tanner, her previously carefree and happy manner gone and replaced by her usual stressed out self.

Tanner thought for second.

"Around midday." He smiled sheepishly. "Guess you guys are stuck here for the night huh?"

"Yep." I said, popping the 'p'.

Suddenly, something in my brain clicked.

"Well, I guess your visit to California went from being extended to cut short."

I assumed that there would be zero point in them coming back to California with us, and when Mack and I left at midday the previous day –it was too late now, the afternoon sun was already setting in- we would be leaving alone.

Mack nodded.

"It was getting kind of insane anyway."

And as awesome as it had been, nobody could disagree with that statement.

"You guys can stay at my place." Lela offered quickly, then gave a little smile. "It's the least we can do, given you put us up."

By "we", I presumed she meant she and Butchy, but I was wrong.

SeaCat, Rascal, Giggles and Lugnut said goodbye and went to their respective homes in the same direction the biker girls had gone in, whilst Butchy, Lela and Tanner led us in the other direction.

We walked along the beach for a good fifteen minutes until a row of adorable, perfect story book houses painted light shades of various colours came into few. Each house had a retro car parked in the driveway, and all the cars were identical but, just as the houses, the only difference was the colour.

Mack and I shared a smile and I could tell we were only just realizing how daunting the real world must have been for these guys. Everything around here was so perfect!

But as our footsteps got closer to the houses, to our great surprise, Lela kissed her brother on the cheek, and he gave her a hug, nodded goodbye to Mack and I, and said a very forced, very curt goodbye to Tanner. He produced a key from his pocket and unlocked the door to a baby blue house, and slipped inside, while Lela ushered us away.

We followed her right to the end house, that was painted a soft yellow, rummaged for her own key inside of her purse, unlocked the door, hid the key inside one of the cups of her blue bikini top –or more to the point, Mack's bikini top- and pushed open the door.

"I still don't see how that's comfortable." Tanner laughed, walking inside.

"What's comfortable?" Lela asked, waving her hand, encouraging a very confused Mack and I to come in.

"Putting stuff in your bra. You do it all the time."

"So does Mack!" I joined in, adding my own laugh. "I don't see how it's comfortable either.

"Well when you start wearing a bra we'll let you be the judge of that, won't we Mack?" Lela's stab at humor effectively earned her a laugh from everyone in the room.

Lela gave us a brief tour, it was a two story house but it was incredibly small. Right beside the door, was a couch and an old box TV, next to that was a cramped kitchen, a staircase was in one corner and a tiny dining table in the other. Upstairs there were only two doors immediately one either side of the stairs, one that led to a bathroom and the other that led to a bedroom with a double bed and a tiny desk as the only furnishing.

The house was ideal for two people.

"Don't worry." Lela quickly assured us. "Our couch folds out to."

"Our couch?" Mack echoed, obviously thinking, as I was, Lela lived on her own.

"Yes. Tanner lives here to."

"Wow." I said, and, unable to contain the questions bothering me any longer, I asked "And you don't live with Butchy or your parents?"

"No." Lela said, her tone sharp, almost as if she was warning me not to ask why.

"Ok." I said, taking the hint.

"I see my parents regularly though. Tanner and I go there for dinner every second or third night. These are called couples houses, and are designed for two people. But my parents live in a much bigger house about ten minutes from here, so when Butchy and I lived there there was plenty of room."

I was now curious as to why Butchy and Lela had both moved out of a large home to move into such a cramped, contained space. At only seventeen and nineteen, I would suspect that they would have only been thinking about moving out. But, remembering Lela's stern tone, I just smiled and nodded.

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