Hey, guys. The scheduled days for posting, as I said in the last chapter, is Mondays and Fridays, but I'm not so sure anymore. My Mom is helping me with my shift at work so I can write from 6 AM until noon and from 2 PM to 9 PM. It might be just a randomly updated thing, but I don't know anymore.

I have made some of the outfits for this chapter, however there are still some that have yet to be posted because of the lack of Wi-Fi connection as of this posted time.

I'm also considering making either an Instagram or Twitter account for Mick. What do you guys think? If I do, I'll post an outfit on Polyvore revolving around the symbol for the app I choose. Probably gonna be crazy looking, though.

Anyway, TO NARNIA! (Or to the story at least.)

The next morning, Butchy and I started talking a bit about everything again as we rested in bed. "I still can't believe that I let something so small bother me." I claimed as I played with Butchy's hair.

Butchy smiled a little. "It reminds me of that time we were at that shop in the mall and I thought that the guys workin' there we're trying to flirt with you."

I giggled with a nod. "I'm pretty sure if Dylynne hadn't said anything, you would have run poor Marcus into the ground."

"He's lucky she was there. I came very close to sendin' him out the window." Butchy stated, pushing himself up on his elbows. "I do wish you would've told me that he wasn't into girls before we started talking with him."

"Yeah." I smiled as I stared up at Butchy. "You know what?"

Butchy tilted his head a bit, "No, what?"

I reached up and put my hand on Butchy's check. "I got lucky."

"With what, babe?" Butchy questioned, kissing the palm of my hand.

"With you." I said softly with a tiny smile. "Most guys that I know would be so huffy about the fact that I got so worked up over the fact that I got so jealous and that I messed up so badly. You, Butchy, are the absolute best person I could have ever asked to spend the rest of my life with." I stared into the deep brown eyes of my soon-to-be husband. "Thank you."

"I see it differently." Butchy started, lacing his fingers in mine. "I'm the lucky one. You've helped me change myself for the better and, at the same time, you've given me so much more to live for. Besides, you came back. That's all I really wanted during the time you had been gone, Mick. I only wanted you to be here in my arms."

"I'm sorry I scared you so badly. I didn't mean for it to happen." I apologized for the fiftieth time since my return.

"I know." Butchy soothed, "It doesn't matter anymore. Why don't we get your mind off of this and get some breakfast."

My stomach growled in it's own form of agreement. "Sounds amazing. However, I really want to just stay here and listen to you talk without your accent for longer."

Butchy's face flushed a bright, almost fire truck, red as he sat up, pulling me with him. "Yeah, well, you are the only person to ever hear it like this. I'd rather keep it this way."

"I love it. I love everything about you." I smiled, kissing his bright red cheek, "Anyway, why don't we go get ready before Lela drags us out in our pajamas." I claimed as I slid out from under the blankets.

"Mick," Butchy started as I stood, "are you wearing my Superman shirt? Did you go through my closet again?"

I looked down before smiling, "Yep. I didn't feel like wearing any of your other shirts last night so I grabbed this one. What do you think?"

"I'm thinking that I really did get lucky. Only you could ever steal my clothes and make them look absolutely gorgeous." Butchy smiled as he made his way over to me.

"Alright, Lover Boy." I teased, "Let's go eat before you have to meet with that guy from The Sparx that you refuse to tell me the name of."

Butchy stared at me with an impressed grin, "You remembered that?"

"Yeah. I mean, it's not everyday that another biker gang leader wants to meet up with you." I shrugged, "Besides, you never know, it could just be that he wants to apologize for the last race between Lugnut and that Cracker guy."

"Firecracker?" Butchy offered.

"Yeah, him." I nodded. "I really want to go with you. After the way his jerk of a racer messed with Lugnut's bike, I feel like anything could happen. Like there's something that's just not right about all this."

Butchy rested his hands on my hips as he put his forehead on mine. "It's just your nerves. It's not like he's challenging me to a race again, so just breathe, okay? I'm right here and I'm not going anywhere anytime soon."

"Actually, according to the clock, it's almost ten. You need to get going if you want to make the meeting by eleven." I corrected smartly before heading over to my side of the closet. I grabbed some clothes before heading to the bathroom to change.

"Crap!" I heard Butchy exclaim as he grabbed some clothes and started getting ready. I giggled, yep, some things never change.

I was heading out the front door after breakfast when I heard a motorcycle rev as it pulled up next to me. I turned to see Miles pulling off his helmet as he spoke to me. "Hey, Mick. How's it goin'?"

"Alright I guess." I sighed, "Butchy went to see that man from the Sparx group. I'm worried about him."

"Xander? What's Butchy doin's with 'im?" Miles asked.

So Xander was his name. "Not sure." I answered with a shrug, "All I know is that this Xander guy wanted Butchy to go over so they could talk. Butchy says it's not a big deal, but I feel like something's not right."

Miles nodded, "I's get what'cha means. Xander's whole crew's shady. I's wouldn't trust 'im after the incident with Lugnut. I don't trust any of 'em as far as I can throw 'em."

"Yeah, I know what you mean... So, what are you up to today, Miles?" I asked, switching the subject before I could freak myself into chasing after Butchy.

"Offerin' the Rodents' beautiful First Lady a ride to Big Momma's, buts, after that, no clue." Miles smiled, gesturing to the seat behind him before offering me a hand.

"Ever the flirt, huh?" I teased, taking the offered appendage and climbing on the back of the bike.

Miles laughed, pushing his helmet on my head, "You's know's me too well, Mick! Just don't tell Butchy. Hold on!"

I wouldn't tell Butchy. Miles kney that I wouldn't. Butchy would tear him limb from limb if I told him Miles was flirting with me again. I held onto Miles' shoulders as he took off at an unnecessary speed down the road. My hair whipped in the wind as we quickly surpassed the legal speed limit. I laughed, this was actually a very effective way to get me distracted.

/Butchy's PoV\

I got off my bike as I stared at the building The Sparx were staying in. It was about the same size of my house, if not, a little bigger. The walls appeared to be made of glass, but very dark glass. I shook my head a little, focusing on the task at hand. Xander said he'd be waiting inside, but it's Xander, you never know what could happen.

I opened the door and stepped inside. I was surprised to see that it looked more like a show room than a house. Cars lined the walls, motorcycles were parked in random locations throughout the main room, some kid sized bicycles were littered around the room.

"Butchy." I heard a voice call from the opposite side of the room. I looked up to see Xander walking toward me with a bottle of something in his hand. "Excuse the mess, man. My sister's kids are stayin' over and they're energy packed little buggers."

"No problem." I said shortly, "My sister's friend has some kids she watches and they 're the same ways."

"So, how ya been?" Xander asked as he reached his open hand out to me.

I shook his hand a bit before shrugging. "Rough couple days, but I'm gonna be fine. And you's?"

"Hectic with those four around." Xander chuckled as we started walking toward the room he came from. "So, about the reason for me bringin' ya here; somethin' you should know first, is that it's no life or death situation."

"'At's goods. Well, what is it then?" I asked.

"Well, ya see, I met this girl about a week ago. She had seen this old Harley Davidson emblem in the yard. Small piece, I was gonna put it on my niece's new bicycle since she learned how to ride." Xander explained as he opened the door and entered the next room.

"A'right." I nodded, yet I didn' quite understand where this was all goin'.

Xander smirked, "Anyways, this girl tells me she wants somethin' like it to make a new chain for her boyfriend's motorcycle. I tell her that it was for my niece, but I can always get another one. She gets all happy and starts jumpin' around. I tell her to keep it and that she don't need to pay. She thanked me and then she took off."

"I follow ye so far. So, what's does this have's to do with me?" I asked as Xander sat at a desk in the middle of the room.

"About a day or two later, I see you's drivin' around on your bike with the same exact Harley emblem danglin' from yer handlebars." Xander clarified, glaring at me from across the table.

'No.' I thought. 'Mick wouldn't have done that, would she? I mean, it's just a small thing; I could've bought that myself at the store downtown! But Mick is always thinking of others... she probably wanted to get that for me because I get so much for her...'

"What did this girl look like?" I asked. I had to be completely sure it was Mick before I jump to conclusions.

"Brown hair, beautiful caramel eyes, bright white smile." Xander described, smiling, "Oh, yeahs, she had this ring on her right hand with a little, black and silver flower on the top. It doesnt matter though. Boy, was she a fox!"

"Don't talk about her like that." I growled.

"What, Butch? I'm speakin' the truth, aren't I? She was really good lookin', ya know. Her name's 'Mick', right? Pretty name. It really suits her-"

"You's better shut yer trap before I's do it for ya!" I hollered, glaring as hard as I could at my rival. "How do you's even know her name? Huh?! Tell me that!"

"Y'see, Butchy, I have a lot of faithful gang members who would never go against me. I have some very talented peoples who know how to get exactly what I want. I could send any one of them down to Big Momma's and you would never know the difference. Besides, she left you, didn't she? Ya know that I always get what I want, Butchy and she is exactly what I want."

"You's have no business talkin' about her that way." I snapped. "She came back. She is and always will be mine, that's all that matters."

"Really? She is, huh?" Xander questioned with a confident look. "Ya wanna test that little theory of yours?"

"How so?" I asked, slightly intrigued.

Xander smiled, "A race. Winner gets the pretty girl."

"She's worth much more than a race, Xander." I stated, shaking my head.

"Fine. A no strings attached race. All tricks are welcome, but the prize remains the same." Xander shrugged in a relaxed way. "Has Mick ever watched ya race? Has she ever seen ya win? Has she ever been there for the victory kiss? I bet ya know that yer not gonna win, that's why ya aren't agreeing, isn't i-"

"I'll do it. I'll race you's. However, I will win. Mick gives me all the strength that I need to win." I replied heading for the door.

"Two weeks, Saturday at Valley Pier. Three o'clock." Xander stated simply as I opened the door.

"I'll be there." I claimed, slamming the door on my way out. I hurried out to my bike before heading to Big Momma's.

After I had calmed down a bit more, I realized what I had just done. I just used Mick as a betting chip. I could lose her to Xander because of my own stupidity. I have to warn her; I have to tell her what I just caused. And, on top of that, there could be somebody there trying to take her. Xander can't have her. He won't.

/Mick's PoV\

After my ride with Miles, I headed over to Big Momma to get a root beer. I heard the door open, but I paid no attention to it until I heard the person's heels click up behind me. "Hi! I haven't met you yet, have I?"

I turned to the person and realized it was Juliet, the blonde I had seen Butchy with the day I had left. I put on the most plastic smile I could before speaking. "Oh, you must be the new girl, Juliet. I'm Mick, Butchy's fiancée. It's so nice to meet you, Juliet."

I noticed Juliet's smile fade as my smile got brighter. "So you're the mysterious Mick. You're shorter than I expected. That must be an inconvenience with Butchy being so tall."

I swear I felt my eye twitch as I stared at the bleach blonde girl in front of me. "Actually, Butchy really likes me being this height. He says that it makes me who I am and he likes me this way. Anyway, I have to get going, but good luck trying to chat up my husband." I turned and grabbed by drink from Big Momma, thanking her before turning to go sit with Lela, Cheech and Struts.

"But you aren't married yet. Anything could happen!" Juliet claimed a bit louder than necessary as I walked away.

"Good luck with that." I smiled with a wave and the fakest smile I could muster.

As I sat down with the girls, Struts spoke up, "What was that about?"

"I just met her and she's already too annoying to handle." I sighed, sipping my soda. "There's this feeling in me that I just can't describe..."

Suddenly, music started playing.

[Juliet:]

Dearest, darlingest, Popsicle...

[Mick:]

My dear Mother and Father...

[Both:]

There's been some confusion Over things here at Big M's.

[Mick:]

But, of course, it's not about Butchy.

[Juliet:]

But, of course, I'll rise above it.

[Both:]

For I know that's how you'd want me to respond.
Yes, there's been some confusion For you see, this new girl is...

[Juliet:]

Unusually and exceedingly peculiar And altogether quite impossible to describe...

[Mick:]

Blonde.

[Juliet:]

What is this feeling,
So sudden and new?

[Mick:]

I felt the moment I laid eyes on you.

[Juliet:]

My pulse is rushing,

[Mick:]

My head is reeling,

[Juliet:]

My face is flushing.

[Both:]

What is this feeling?
Fervid as a flame, does it have a name?
Yes!
Loathing.
Unadulterated loathing.

[Juliet:]

For your face,

[Mick:]

Your voice,

[Juliet:]

Your clothing.

[Both:]

Let's just say - I loathe it all!
Every little trait however small Makes my very flesh begin to crawl With simple utter loathing.
There's a strange exhilaration In such total detestation It's so pure, so strong.
Though I do admit it came on fast,
Still I do believe that it can last.
And I will be loathing, loathing you My whole life long!

[Lela, CheeChee and Struts:]

Poor Mick forced to put up with with someone so mean-i-fied.
We just want to tell you,
We're all on your side!
We share your...

[Mick and Juliet:]

Loathing,
Unadulterated loathing for her face, her voice, her clothing.
Let's just say,
We loathe it all!

Every little trait,
However small,

Makes our very flesh Begin to crawl...

What is this feeling So sudden and new?
I felt the moment I laid eyes on you!
My pulse is rushing,
My head is reeling.

Oh, what is this feeling?

Does it have a name?

Yes...

[All:]

Ahhhhhh...
Loathing!

[Mick and Juliet (Other Girls):]

There's a strange exhilaration (loathing)
In such total detestation (loathing)
It's so pure, so strong! (so strong)

Though I do admit it came on fast Still I can believe it can last And I will be loathing (loathing...)
For forever loathing (loathing...)
Truly deeply Loathing you (loathing you!...)
My whole life long!

/Butchy's PoV\

I pulled up to Big Momma's just in time for Mick to come out with my sister, Cheech and Struts. "Mick." I called, getting off my bike and pulling her into a hug. "Good. Yer okay. You are okay, right?"

Mick's arms slid up my back as she pulled me close. "I'm fine, Butchy... Um, why wouldn't I be okay?"

"I'll tell you's later, okays." I said as I breathed in her hair's scent. "All you needs to know is that I'm not letting you out of my sight for a long time."

"Okay." Mick mumbled into my vest as her grip got a little bit tighter. "Whatever happened today, just know that I will always love you. To infinity..."

"And beyond." I replied on instinct. Mick came up with that a while ago and I guess it really stuck with us. It was after watching that movie series about the living toys that we started using that phrase.

Lela smiled as she put a hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you two go home for a bit and talk? You both seem to really need a breather."

I nodded as I let my hold on Mick loosen a bit. Mick took a step back, yet she laced my fingers with hers, rubbing a small circle with her thumb. "Yeahs. You ready, Mick?"

Mick leaned her head on my arm with a nod. "Let's go." The other girls gave her hugs before letting us get on my bike. Mick snaked her arms around my waist, pressing herself into my back as I started the engine. I put my hand over Mick's before returning it to it's spot on the handlebars and driving in the direction of the house.

I had a feeling this would be a long conversation.

BLOOPER DOOPER!

It was the first scene of the day and the camera was being dangled above the bed Mick and Butchy we're on. At first, everybody was extremely nervous and on edge about the camera. After the first couple takes went by smoothly, everyone calmed down a bit.

"You know what?" Mick asked.

"No, what?" Butchy asked in response. As Mick was getting ready to reply, they both heard a creaking noise. Butchy looked up at the camera as one of the wires holding it up snapped. Moving as quickly as he could, Butchy grabbed Mick's hip and pulled her off his side of the bed, his free hand cradling the back of her head so she wouldn't get hurt. Not a minute later, the other cables snapped, sending the camera crashing down onto the bed.

"I got really freaking lucky!" Mick exclaimed, hugging Butchy tightly. "My fiancé is Superman!"

As Butchy agreed to the race against Xander, a cell phone rang on set. Butchy reached into his pocket as the song blared across the set. "Last Friday night. Yeah we danced on tabletops! And we took too many shots! Think we kissed but I forgot!"

Mick groaned in frustration, "Seriously, Butchy?! You put that as your ringtone?! You just had to refresh that I everybody's mind, didn't you?"

"But it was hilarious, babe!" Butchy argued with a smile.

"The giant bruise on my side says otherwise!" Mick replied before walking off to get a drink.

"Cut!" The director yelled. "Butchy, learn to turn the sound on your phone off before you come on set!"

I absolutely loved putting that song in here! I had so much fun writing this for some reason.

Song(s): What Is This Feeling - Wicked and Last Friday Night (T.G.I.F) - Katy Perry (Bloopers)