When Mick and I got back to our house, I parked my bike in the garage next to the machine. Mick got off the back of the seat and pulled me into a hug. I grabbed her hips and lifted her so she could wrap her legs around me.

"Butchy," Mick started as she tucked her head into my neck, "whatever happened with Xander, just know that I am right here for you and I love you."

"Not nearly as much as I love you." I smiled, kissing her shoulder. I let what she said sink in for a moment as my smile fell. "Who told you that name?"

"What?" Mick asked, "What name?"

"Xander. Who told you that he was who I went to see?" I asked in return.

Mick sighed. "Miles. He didn't know that I wasn't supposed to know, it just fell out. Why is it such a big secret?"

"Because if you knew his name, you'd try to find him so you help us stop being rivals. You're a problem solver, you do it all the time. Besides, if he knows that you're important to me, he could use you against me. I'm telling you, he's not a nice person, Mick." I claimed, shaking my head a little.

"Yes, he is." Mick retorted, moving so she could see me better, "If it's the guy I met before I left, he was super sweet. He was the guy who gave me-"

"The Harley emblem you used to make the chain for my bike." I finished, "I knows. He told me."

"What's the big deal?" Mick questioned with a somewhat frustrated look, "So what, he gave me the Harley piece, that doesn't exactly make him evil, Butchy."

"No, yer right. It doesn' make him evil. However, threatenin' to take you's away from me, does." I challenged.

Mick's face softened, instead becoming concerned. "What?"

I sighed, avoiding Mick's gaze at all costs. "Mick, Xander got to me. He pushed me into a corner and got me so ticked off that I wanted to explode. He challenged me and my love for you. He said that you would probably be willing to leave me for him any day and that I knew that. He pushed me so far and you have to know that I just couldn't take it. I'm so sorry!"

"Butchy, I... I don't understand. What happened?" Mick asked, running her hand through my hair.

"He challenged me to a race. Two weeks from now." I replied, closing my eyes so I wouldn't see the look in her eyes.

Muck gasped, "Butchy! You know I hate it when you race! Last time, you almost got killed! Why would you do that?!"

"That's not all." I said slowly. "Xander made me agree that you would be the prize we're racing for."

Mick was silent. For a moment, that scared me. I knew she was furious. Mick takes her Mom's anger when she's mad, but, last time she was this quiet, I was pretty sure somebody was going to get murdered. Suddenly, Mick took a deep breath and let it out shakily. I looked up; Mick had watery eyes that were filled with anger, confusion, disappointment, hurt and, what made my heart wrench the most, complete and utter fear.

"Mick, I- I had no choice!"

Mick shook her head as she got up off my lap and the couch. "There's always another option, Butchy. You could have walked away. You could have told him no. You could have told him that you trusted me enough to know that I would never leave you. I guess we both have trust issues, huh?" Mick walked away, but instead of going to my room like she usually would, she ran upstairs to Lela's room.

I messed up way worse than I originally thought I had.

/Mick's PoV\

I locked the door to Lela's bedroom as soon as I got in the room. I plopped down on the floor, deciding it would be better to cool myself down up here. I knew that if I ended up staying in Butchy's room, I would wait until I feel like the coast is clear so I can bolt for the machine. Not gonna happen this time. I need to face my problems, not run from them.

I took a deep breath and crawled my way over to Lela's bed. I grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight as I laid down on the fluffly bed. I relaxed for a while, attempting to keep myself together just in case Lela came home. Suddenly, I heard light tapping on the window next to me. I sat up and watched as little black pebbles tapped against the window. A slowly walked over and knelt on the small cushion in the window will, peeling the window open.

I looked out to see Xander standing on the grass behind the house with his hands filled with tiny pepes and rocks. I rolled my eyes and was about to close the window when he stopped me. "Mick, wait."

I sighed, leaning out the window again. "What are you doing here, Xander? I thought for sure you'd be out practicing for that big race you challenged Butchy to."

"I would be, but, first, I wanted to apologize for forcin' ya to be the prize." Xander claimed as he dropped the pebbles in his hand.

"It's not cool, Xander. I thought you were nice and kind, but I guess I was wrong." I stated with crossed arms.

Xander nodded, "'At's fair. I should've talked to ya first."

"Yeah..." I sighed.

"So, uh... How're things with Butchy and you?" Xander asked, staring up at me. "Trouble with the boyfriend?"

"There was, but I think I've calmed down enough to see his side of things a bit better. I need to go talk to him, Xander." I claimed. It wasn't a total lie, but it wasn't a total truth either.

Xander nodded once again, "Well, if ya ever needs to talk about anythin', ya know where I am."

"That I do. Goodbye, Xander." I waved, moving back inside the house.

"Until the next time we meet, Mick." Xander claimed as he took his leave. I shut the window and sat back down on the bed.

I blew out a long breath as I flopped my back onto Lela's bed. The closer we get to the wedding, the more complicated life gets for us. I wish everything would be as simple as it was before. I got up and headed over to the vanity I had sat at thousands of times before. I grabbed the hair brush and started brushing my hair. It's been a method of making myself think and relax since I was little and I've never let go of it.

I heard somebody coming up the stairs so I stood up, setting the brush back on the vanity. I heard a light knock before the person on the other side speak.

"Babe." Butchy started. "I'm sorry. I know that I shouldn't have done that, but I just couldn't think clearly. At the time, I was focused on what he had said about you and how much I wanted to ki- hurt him... But now? Now, I just want to beat myself up. You have every right to hate me and I don't blame you if you do... because I do too."

I stared at the door as I walked over to it. I listened as Butchy took a breath and spoke again. "Just know that I love you and that I-I will stay right h-here until you are ready to talk to me."

I unlocked the door slowly before pulling it open so Butchy could see me. "I don't hate you. I could never hate you. I hate the things you've done, but I don't hate you." I looked up into Butchy's brown eyes and saw the shock held within them.

"Y-you don't?" Butchy stammered, his voice as shaky as my breath. I shook my head and put my hand on his cheek.

"No." I stated, "Besides, I think you're putting yourself through as much as you're putting me through. I believe that's enough punishment for today." Butchy enveloped me in a hug, crushing me with the strength of his hold. "Babe, I need oxygen!"

Butchy loosened his hold and apologized before he started singing one of my favorite songs.

[Butchy:]

"Your hand fits in mine like it's made just for me, but bear this in mind, it was meant to be. And I'm joining up the dots with the freckles on your cheeks and it all makes sense to me...

I know you've never loved the crinkles by your eyes when you smile. You've never loved your stomach or your thighs, the dimples in your back at the bottom of your spine, but I'll love them endlessly...

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but, if I do, it's you, oh it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all these little things.

You can't go to bed without a cup of tea and maybe that's the reason that you talk in your sleep. And all those conversations are the secrets that I keep, though it makes no sense to me...

I know you've never loved the sound of your voice on tape. You never want to know how much you weigh, you still have to squeeze into your jeans, but you're perfect to me...

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but, if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all these little things.

You'll never love yourself half as much as I love you. And you'll never treat yourself right darlin' but I want you to. If I let you know I'm here for you, maybe you'll love yourself like I love you, oh...

I've just let these little things slip out of my mouth 'cause it's you, oh it's you, it's you they add up to. And I'm in love with you and all these little things.

I won't let these little things slip out of my mouth, but, if it's true, it's you, it's you they add up to. I'm in love with you and all your little things.

"I love you so much, Mick."

/With Lela and Giggles; 3rd PoV\

"Do you think they talked about everything already?" Lela asked.

"I'm not sure." Giggles shook her head. "They both can be thick headed at times. I think Mick would probably save her day's experience with Juliet until after Butchy tells her everything."

Lela nodded in understanding and agreement. "And Butchy will probably have some big thing that makes Mick mad or sad and then she either leaves or blows a fuse and goes completely bonkers again."

"She's been doing that a lot lately. You think we should ask her about it?" Giggles asked as they sat on the front steps of her house.

"I'll ask tonight, but I don't know how much I'll get out of her. She sometimes shuts herself off after a fight with Butchy." Lela claimed.

Giggles sighed. "She needs an all girl day with us to get her mind off everything."

"Agreed." Lela nodded. "How about tomorrow? She got here after midnight last night so she still has tomorrow and the day after that until she needs to go home."

"Sounds good to me. My house or yours?" Giggles asked.

"Yours. If we have it at my house, Butchy could come interrupt and make things horrible again." Lela rolled her eyes jokingly.

"True that." Giggles nodded, "So, tomorrow we drag her over here and have a girls day?"

"Yep! Let's do it!" Lela smiled.

"Yay!"

/Mick's PoV\

After Butchy and I talked about my day and the events of my meeting with Juliet the homewrecker, Butchy had to go to yet another meeting. This time is wasn't with Xander, rather it was with Mr. Harmon, Juliet's Dad.

I tried talking him out of going, yet he still went. He's determined to get that job. Butchy had been working on my '62 Panhead for aaaaaaaaages, but this new job offer gave him the kick in the butt that he needed to finish it in time. Before he left, Butchy let me ride it... well, attempt to ride it. Now, don't get me wrong, I love to ride with Butchy, Miles or anyone else, but I have no flipping clue how to actually ride a motorcycle by myself.

I guess it's like a grown up version of a bicycle, but without pedals, easy to understand brakes, or a bunch of padding needed to keep yourself safe. To be completely honest, I sat on the bike, started it, moved back to let Butchy get on and, as soon as he said that he was letting me ride by myself, I nearly ran him over because I thought the gas was the brake.

Butchy then got on and drove me around on it; a wise decision on his part!

He had a half hour before he needed to leave so he took me for a walk along the water for a while before he left. I sat in front of Big Momma's, watching the waves roll as my friends came in and out of the restaurant. I heard chains clatter against each other as somebody walked up behind me. Miles sat down next to me, staring at me as he waited for me to say something.

"Hey, Miles." I smiled. "You gonna stare at me all day or are you actually gonna do something productive? Maybe you're just trying to annoy me?"

"Mostly the last one, if I'm bein' totally honest. Yer so much fun to annoy, Mick!" Miles laughed.

"And you do a great of annoying me, Miles." I complimented as I nudged his arm lightly.

Miles smiled brightly, "Why, thank you's, M'Lady!"

"Anytime, Miles the Annoying." I teased.

"So, any idea's how things went with Butchy and Xander?" Miles asked as he laid back on his elbows.

I sighed, "Yeah. It's not good."

Miles pushed up on his hands, "What happened?"

I closed my eyes before turning to Miles. "Xander challenged Butchy to a race. No strings."

"But he knows you hate him racing, right?" Miles asked with a curious look.

"He does. However, that's not all..." I drifted off, playing with the sand under me.

"Oh no's." Miles shook his head, "What else is there's?"

I took a deep breath before looking Miles dead in the eyes. "I'm the prize that they're fighting for."

Miles stared at me for a second before he burst out laughing. "Tha's a great joke, Mick! One o' the best so far! Yer kiddin', right?"

I shook my head. "Nope. I'm serious, forced Butchy to make me the prize to win."

Miles stopped laughing immediately and turned to me, sitting on his knees. "Mick, you got's to be kiddin'? Why would Butch agree to that?"

"I don't know." I replied as I shook my head. "What I do know is that, no matter what, Butchy has to win. If he doesn't, Xander takes me with him."

Miles stood up and started pacing, a trait I've noticed him do a lot. "We can't let Butchy lose."

"I know, but how can we help him? We'll be on the sidelines, remember?" I asked as I thought of everything Butchy told me. Miles started brainstorming out loud as I thought. "Miles," Miles turned to me. "Butchy told me that Xander said he gets everything he wants, eventually. Do you... Do you think he'll get what he wants this time?"

Miles' eyes widened before he got back down on the sand in front of me and took my shoulders in his hands. "Look, Mick, I knows that you's might not take me completely seriously because I tease ya and flirt with ya, howevah, this time, please do."

I nodded. "Okay."

Miles smiled, "I've seen Butchy race a million times ovah. I've seen 'im lose maybe three o' those times. Have faith in 'im. 'Sides, even if 'e does lose, which is very unlikely, do you's really think he'd just hand ya ovah and let Xander keep ya?"

I shook my head with a tiny giggle. "No. He'd fight like crazy."

"Exactly." Miles grinned, "Feel better now, beautiful?"

"Yeah." I smiled, "And, by the way, Miles, I take you seriously when I need to. You're like the annoying older brother I've wanted since I was little."

Miles nudged my arm a bit. "And yer the easily teaseable sis that I wanted. Besides, only I can tease ya the way I's do."

"What, you mean the obnoxiously flirty and awkward way?" I teased.

"Yep!" Miles laughed. "Wanna go get a soda? It'll be on me!"

I laughed as I got up. "It will be after I shake it up!"

Miles stood up, "Not if I shake yers first!"

We laughed as we ran toward Big Momma's. Miles always knows how to distract me from the crappy stuff in the world, doesn't he?

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Song: Little Things by One Direction