Ok thankyou to all the supportive fans! I got two reviews on my previous chapter that I will admit upset me a little, people saying my story has become boring or I've ruined it by sending them back to Wet Side Story. Constructive and useful criticism is appreciated but that's just plain mean and if you find my story so boring go read another one.

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Mack's P.O.V

Lela, Tanner, Brady and I were sitting in Lela's living room – her and Tanner on the sofa, Brady on the floor underneath the window and me on his lap- deciding what to do with dinner when the doorbell went off.

"I've got it." Tanner announced said, standing and waltzing over to the door. The second he opened it Chee Chee and Struts barged in.

"Get up slackers we're going out." Struts announced.

Lela shook her head a stifled a yawn.

"No tonight girls. I'm too tired."

Chee Chee giggled.

"Aww that's adorable." She cooed. "You think you have a choice."

Her face turned sour.

"Yeah move your ass."

Lela half smiled at her friends sarcasm.

"I'm serious." She said, gently but firmly.

"What and you think we're not?" Struts spoke in-between popping large bubbles of what smelt like grape flavored gum.

Lela didn't answer the question, but just simply said "I'm not going."

Chee Chee rolled her eyes and looked at us.

"You lovebirds are in, right?"

"I don't Chee Chee." I sighed. "It's been a big day and-"

"Exactly !" Struts cut me off. "And you can't finish a big day without a night out!"

"The annoying one's got a point." Chee Chee said, pointing over her shoulder at Struts, who pulled a face.

"I thought Rascal was the annoying one!"

"No, he's the weird one. You're the annoying one."

"Well then you're the prissy one." Struts bit back.

"Look ya both prissy, ya both annoying and ya both getting on my last nerve." Lela drawled. One thing I had noticed about Lela was she was fairly normal away from the other Rodents, but when she was with them her body language, tone of voice and use of language became rough 'n' tough biker chick.

Chee Chee rolled her eyes.

"Brady! Tanner! Boys! Give me something and help me get these old ladies out the door."

Brady looked at me for approval, to which I simply shook my head.

"Nah, Mack's not to keen. I'll stay with her." He said.

Struts groaned loudly.

"Gosh Brady ya's aren't married yet! That's when the women dominates the decisions, not now!" Suddenly, she smirked to herself and spun around to face Tanner. "And since you decided to put a ring on it, I suggest you enjoy your freedom coz your days are limited, especially if since your marrying this buzz kill."

"I am not a buzz kill!" Lela snapped.

"Well prove it and come out with us!" Chee Chee challenged.

"Well maybe I will!" Lela evened.

Chee Chee seemed satisfied with herself.

"Well if Lela's in I'm in." Tanner said naturally.

"Oh that's good." Struts giggled. "Practice now for the married years."

I sighed, trying to work out how I'd get out of this one, hoping that now Lela and Tanner were in Struts and Chee Chee wouldn't bother with us.

"Well you guys have a nice time." I tried. "I think I'll hope in the shower-"

"Oh no no no." Struts waved a slim finger in my face. "We ain't letting you off that easy."

Chee Chee flicked a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"We're going out a nine pm." She pointed to the grandfather clock in the corner. "That's three hours from now. So go have your shower, but don't you dare put your pajamas back on. You're leaving tomorrow and we probably won't see you again until Lela and Tanner's wedding."

Chee Chee's words hit me like an icy blizzard.

She was only trying to talk me into going out with her obviously, but the reality of what she said slowly dawned on me and admittedly made me a little sad. After everything that had happened in such a small period of time, I'd grown quite close to the Wet Side Story gang and I was going to miss them.

"Fine!" I sighed.

Chee Chee and Struts wooped and hi-fived.

"And since Mack is in and Brady –like Tanner- has decided to play the stuffy old husband game, Brady's obviously in too. See you at nine."

They gave tiny waves and happily skipped out of the house.

Lela closed the door behind them, and suddenly the colour from her face drained.

"What did we just agree to?" She whispered.

"You just roped us into going out with the giggle gurts." Brady waved an accusing finger at Lela, who crazy enough beamed.

"Hey!" She giggled. "That's what Butchy calls them! Giggle gurt number one and giggle gurt number two."

"Who's number one and who's number two?" Tanner laughed.

Lela shrugged.

"No idea. I don't think he knows either. He kind of just yells those names at them both when they're standing side by side."

"Ok." I groaned, reluctantly pulling myself off Brady's lap and helped him up. "I need to go have a shower. I've smelt like salt water since three pm."

"What are we supposed to wear out? We can't really go out in our swimwear."

"Well since we pretty much stole your clothes the whole time we were in California we'll lend you something." Tanner assured us.

Brady and I walked hand in and hand up the narrow staircase and entered the tiny cramped bathroom.

While Brady examined the range of sixties products under the sink I began to undress without hesitation. Despite the fact Brady and I had never gone all the way, he'd seen me naked more times than I could count on my fingers. As I remove my bikini top the scar that started at my shoulder and ran right down my back became more visible. I flinched when I realized there was still one thing I hadn't told Brady when we'd come clean about everything.

I told him the scar was from when I was a child and I'd cut myself falling on some sharp rocks, which he believed, but that wasn't true.

"Brady." I said, sudden urgency raising in my voice. He looked up at me.

"The scar on my back. It was from when Drew beat me with the chair."

He nodded and I could see he was trying not to make that big of a deal out of it, but I could tell even that tiny confession meant more to him then he was letting on.

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