Guess what everybody... MICK HAS A TWITTER! Her Twitter user name thing is TheRealMakana and she will tweet to you, follow you and DM you if you want! Go ahead and follow away, my minions! XD
The story Mack and Brady share about Mick as a baby is a true story from when I was inside my Mom and she really wanted to evict me. I used to be a little monster, but, hey, we all were at one point.
Song: Photograph by Ed Sheeran
Anyway, enjoy!
After surprising Butchy at the end of his song, Mick grabbed her drink and headed home with Lela and Giggles. "So, then, I walked behind him and told him that I liked that arrangement! His face was priceless!" Mick laughed as she explained what had happened.
The other two girls broke into fits of laughter as they got closer to Mick and Lela's house. As the three girls walked, a figure appeared under a nearby street lamp. The trio didn't notice the person until it called out to them.
"'At there sounds like a funny scene."
Mick's attention snapped to the male voice as the person lifted their head. The mop of shiny hair shook as the person lifted their eyes to meet Mick's. If the blonde hair wasn't proof enough, the leather jacket was.
"Hey, Xander." Mick waved. "What are you doing this far away from your Sparx headquarters?"
Xander walked over, pushing himself off the lamp post and walking with an arrogant swagger. "I needs t' talk with you's."
"What about?" Mick asked calmly.
Lela and Giggles looked to each other. Why was Mick acting so calm about this?! It was Xander, leader of the rival Sparx gang, and she was talking to him like she would with anybody!
"First things first, those friends o' yers gots t' go." Xander stated. Lela and Giggles turned and started walking away.
"They can stay if they want." Mick claimed, taking Lela by the arm to stop her.
Xander gave Mick a look, "Wha' was 'at?"
Mick rolled her eyes. "I said, 'They can stay if they want.' Do you have a problem with that?"
"Look, lil lady, when I win that race against Butchy-"
"Correction, 'IF you win the race'." Mick cut Xander off. "You shouldn't get so cocky and arrogant before a big race, it could just be your downfall."
Xander started again, "Fine. If I win the race against Butchy, ya should learn to shut yer mouth and just listen like every othah gal around town does."
"I'm not like 'every gal', Xander. I'm me." Mick grinned, crossing her arms over her chest. "I don't know why it's such a big deal here, but, where I'm from, girls can do anything guys can do. We don't just sit in the back and wait to be spoken to."
Lela put her hand on Mick's shoulder. "Mick, you're going to get us in trouble!"
Mick turned to Lela and Giggles with a strong face. "I don't care. I am not going to just sit and be a good girl. Sometimes, we have to fight for what and who we believe in!"
Lela and Giggles loot at each other before shaking their heads. "You are definitely Mack's daughter."
"There's no stopping her now." Giggles smiled.
Xander chuckled. "Eithah ways, Mick, ya will be mine someday."
"Good luck with that, Xander. Butchy won't just give up. He loves me and he will fight for me." Mick stated firmly with her hands on her hips.
"Maybe he already has." Xander tilted his head a bit.
Mick stared at Xander in slight confusion. "What do you mean?"
"Oh, he 'asn't told ya yet?" Xander laughed.
Mick sighed in agitation. "Quit beating around the bush, Xander! Tell me what Butchy did."
Xander grinned, "Yer husband came into my office today."
Mick shrugged, that didn't sound so bad. What could have possibly happened? "And?"
"And he accused me of kidnappin' ya." Xander finished as he put his hands in his pockets.
Mick whirled around to Lela and Giggles. "I thought you left him a note!"
"We did!" Lela and Giggles exclaimed in unison.
Mick shook her head as she turned back to Xander. "You are lying. Butchy wouldn't do that."
"Are ya sure?" Xander asked rhetorically, "He seemed pretty serious when he threw me t' th' floor."
Mick took a step away from Xander before shaking her head again. "I will ask Butchy when he gets home. However, this conversation is going no where so, unless you have anything else to say to me, my girls and I will be taking our leave."
"One more thing before ya go." Mick nodded to Xander. "Even if I don't win this race, I will be able to steal ya away from Butch. I always get what I want, ya know that, Mick."
Mick nodded, "I know that, Xander, but I have faith in Butchy and his ability to race. This might just be the first time that you don't get what you want."
"If you say so, Mick." Xander shrugged.
Mick sighed. "I do, Xander. Now, I'll see you at the race. Goodbye, Xander."
"Later, Mick." Xander claimed as he turned and walked away.
Lela and Giggles stared at Mick as she took a deep breath to calm herself a little. Mick turned with a smile and put herself between the two girls. Mick laced her arms through her best friends' arms. "Let's go home."
"You sure you are okay?" Giggles asked.
"I'm fine." Mick nodded. "I need a break. Do you wanna come over and help me make dinner, Giggles?"
"I'd love to, Mick, but are you sure you don't want to go talk to Butchy first?" Giggles asked as they started walking toward the house.
Mick nodded. "Yeah. I will talk to him when he gets back home tonight, but I just need to think for a while before I bother trying."
Lela smiled. "Alright. Let's go!"
Butchy draped his arms around Mick's waist as he came up behind her. Mick put her spoon down as she looked over her shoulder at Butchy. "Hey, Babe. What's for dinner?"
Mick smiled, "Campanelle in your favorite sauce with bread and butter on the side. I also made soup. Did you want some?"
Butchy pressed a kiss to Mick's cheek. "You know I do. Everything you make is the best. Don't tell Lela."
Mick laughed as she turned to Butchy. "I won't. The soup is in the green bowl in the fridge and the pasta is on the stove in the covered pot."
"You are the best." Butchy smiled, kissing Mick lightly. "Do you know how much I love you?"
Mick's smile faltered a bit. "Enough to go rough up Xander on my account?"
Butchy moved away a little. "What do you mean?"
"When Lela, Gigs and I were walking home and Xander decided he wanted to fill me in on some stuff that happened while I was with my female kidnappers." Mick stated slowly.
"Like what?" Butchy asked with equal slowness.
"Did you seriously throw him to the floor?" Mick asked with a hopeful stare. Mick was praying and hoping that it wasn't true, but, by Butchy's nervous look, she knew that the event had acutally occurred. "Butchy..." Mick dragged out as she rose from her spot at the island.
"Mick, please don't go yet!" Butchy claimed (way louder than necessary) as he took Mick's hand in his own. "I know you usually leave when something like this happens because you need a break from it all, but please! You have to hear me out, Babe!" Butchy exclaimed as he put his hands on Mick's cheeks.
Mick smiled a little as she took Butchy's hands in her own and moved them away from her face. "Butchy, calm down. I was going to hear you out either way. All I was going to do, was get up and give you a hug. Go get your food and then we can sit in the living room and talk it all out. Sound good to you?"
Butchy pulled Mick into a tight hug. "Sounds amazing. I love you so much."
"I love you too. However, if you don't go grab the pasta I left for you, I might just eat it myself." Mick dropped out of Butchy's hug and ran around the island. Butchy stared at the empty space Mick had been occupying before looking up at the giggling eighteen year old. Butchy smiled as he ran around the counter, chasing his future wife around the granite table top.
The pair ran around the island, laughing and attempting to chase and avoid each other for a few minutes. Makana grabbed the pot of pasta off the stove and snuck a pair of spoons and a pair of forks in her dress pocket as she ran by the dry silverware in the dish strainer. Mick turned to Butchy and laughed, making a funny face at him before running toward the bedroom. Butchy laughed at Mick before chasing after her. Butchy wrapped his arms around his wife as he reached her.
Butchy looked at the scene Mick had set up in their bedroom with a smile. Their shared bed was moved against the far wall, the blanket they had used when it was cold at night was on the floor in a picnic style arrangement as scattered candles lit the room in a warm, fiery orange glow. On the center of the blanket, a couple of bowls sat around a plate of seemingly fresh bread and butter.
"Did my Beautiful Queen set this all up?" Butchy asked as he glanced around the room.
"I had a little help, admittedly." Mick smiled, leaning back into Butchy's chest. "Before Lela went to bed and Giggles went home, they helped me move stuff around and make dinner."
Butchy kissed Mick's throat before taking her hand and spinning her around. "Thank you."
"For what?" Mick asked, ducking her head under Butchy's arm as he twirled her around again.
"Being like this." Butchy attempted to explain. "It isn't our anniversary, my birthday or your birthday, I hope-"
"It isn't." Mick assisted as she stopped spinning, her dress swinging around her gently as it fluttered to a stop. "Anniversary is next week, your birthday is next month, and my birthday is the week after our anniversary."
"Good." Butchy sighed dramatically in relief. "Anyway, it isn't a special day and, even though you had no idea that I've had one of the longest days of my life, you surprise me with a dinner picnic here at home. This is one of the most- no. You know what, this is THE most special and sweet thing anybody has ever done for me."
Mick felt her face burn a bit as she reached up and took Butchy's face in her hands. "I may not know what happened today, but I can sometimes tell when you need a break. Earlier, when you and I had a yelling conversation over the ocean, I had a feeling you could use a bit of just us time."
Butchy inhaled deeply, "You have no idea..."
"Want to talk about it?" Mick asked, pressing her nose to Butchy's. "While we eat, preferably."
"I would love to, but, first, could I please just spend a few minutes-"
"Anytime." Mick cut in as she pulled Butchy toward their bed, knowing exactly what her future husband wanted. "There is never a moment I would refuse you that. If it helps you to know that I am here with you, by all means, go right ahead."
Butchy nodded as he laid down on, for the first time since he and Mick had gotten together, his side of the bed. Mick smiled as Butchy pulled her over to him and rested his head on her chest. Mick stared at Butchy as he listened to her heart, gazing into her dark, caramel eyes with a soft smile. Butchy laced his fingers through Mick's as his other hand traced finger trails through her hair.
"Can you sing for me?" Butchy asked.
"If you'll sing with me." Mick said softly as Butchy nodded.
"You know I will." Butchy smiled as he laid down beside Mick and held her close. "I'll start then."
/Butchy\
Loving can hurt. Loving can hurt sometimes, but it's the only thing that I know. When it gets hard, you know it can get hard sometimes… it is the only thing that makes us feel alive.
We keep this love in a photograph. We made these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing, hearts are never broken, time's forever frozen still…
/Both\
So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone.
Wait for me to come home.
/Mick\
Loving can heal. Loving can mend your soul… and it's the only thing that I know. I swear it will get easier. Remember that with every piece of ya. And it's the only thing we take with us when we die.
We keep this love in this photograph. We made these memories for ourselves. Where our eyes are never closing, our hearts were never broken, time's forever frozen still.
/Both\
So you can keep me inside the pocket of your ripped jeans, holdin' me closer 'til our eyes meet. You won't ever be alone.
And if you hurt me, that's OK, baby, only words bleed. Inside these pages you just hold me and I won't ever let you go.
Wait for me to come home.
/Butchy\
Wait for me to come home.
/Mick\
Wait for me to come home.
/Both\
Wait for me to come home.
/Butchy\
Oh you can fit me inside the necklace you got when you were 16, next to your heartbeat, where I should be. Keep it deep within your soul.
And if you hurt me, well, that's okay, baby, only words bleed. Inside these pages you just hold me and I won't ever let you go.
When I'm away; I will remember how you kissed me next to the lighthouse back on Zuma Beach. Hearing you whisper through the phone…
"Wait for me to come home."
The next next three days were definitely not so peaceful or relaxing.
Butchy had been pulled away from Mick every morning by his friends as they needed him to help set up the last bits of décor for the wedding reception party. Mick had been dragged upstairs by Lela to get her dress redone and adjusted. Mick was just happy that she wasn't the only human pin cushion for a couple days. All the other girls that were Mick's bridesmaids had to get their dresses finished as well.
Luckily, Butchy and Mick had picked out their wedding colors way before anything started to be planned out. They had decided on a very patriotic color scheme; red for Butchy's favorite color, white for the traditional wedding thing, and blue for Mick's favorite color. Everybody loved the idea, so they all came together to start the colorful preparations. The boys had taken off to Big Momma's to make sure everything could fit, but it was hard putting everything up and then taking it all back down every time. The girls had all decided to help Mick with dresses, make up, nails, hair, shoes, and basically everything under the sun that was needed for this wedding.
Mick was having trouble deciding between Lela and Giggles. The two girls are her best friends, but she could only have one Maid of Honor, right? Instead of worrying about everything else, Mick was more concerned about her Maid of Honor situation. It was probably the most difficult thing she had to face with this wedding. On top of that, Mick hardly had any time to do anything other than work and sleep. She had gone home the day she was supposed to, but, as soon as she returned, it was back to all work and nothing else. Mick didn't even remember the last time she ate an acutal full meal. Her entire body just felt dragged.
The brunette groaned as she flopped her head onto Lela's vanity table. Struts looked over to Mick with concern as she stopped what she was doing and walked over to her friend. "What's wrong, M?"
"I am having the cringiest cringe attack and the most existentially existential crisis in the world at the same time." Mick mumbled into the table.
"I don't get it." Struts shook her head before popping her gum.
"I'm questioning my existence while I'm cringing about the worst things I've ever done." Mick explained hurriedly. "It's a void that I don't usually look into, but, when I do, I welcome it with open arms because, frankly, I have no choice."
"Why are you havin' this crisis?" Struts asked as she put a hand on Mick's back.
Mick sighed. "I couldn't decide who I want as my Maid of Honor and that somehow spiraled me into the void of existentialness. My mind is in a black hole right now, I swear."
Struts shook her head as she blew a bubble and popped it. "Hey, Cheech! Mick needs a breather!"
CheeChee nodded before running over and grabbing Mick's hand. "Let's go outside fer a bit, yeah?"
Mick nodded as she lifted her head from the vanity. "Yeah. I haven't seen the sun in two or three days."
"Time t' go see it, then." Cheech and Struts smiled as they lifted Mick to her feet and pulled her toward the door.
As soon as Mick stepped outside, she sighed dramatically at the sun. "The sun is hot... I like it." Mick flopped into the sand as she felt the sun warm her skin. "I feel like I'm freezing, but the sun is helping."
Struts bent down and felt the other brunette's forehead. Struts shook her head a little at the heat that graced her wrist before turning to CheeChee. "Cheech, go gets Lela."
CheeChee ran back inside as Struts took off Mick's leather jacket. "Hey!" Mick protested, "That jacket was nice and warm!"
"Exactly." Struts nodded as she tossed the jacket toward the house. "You needs the heat t' leave yer body, not get trapped in some jacket and keep yer body burnin'."
Mick scoffed as she sat up in the sand. "I feel fine, Struts!"
Mick pulled herself to her feet slowly so her heels wouldn't sink. As soon as she reached her full height, Mick watched as drak spots flooded her vision from all sides. They spread into one another and got bigger and wider until they nearly blocked Mick's vision entirely. Mick gasped as the dizzying blackness knocked the air out of her. As slowly as it had started, the blackness turned to greyness and slowly moved back to the edges of Mick's eyes before sliding completely from her sight.
Somewhere during Mick's dizzy spell, she had reached out for Struts arm, hoping that somehow the other brunette could help her out of whatever it was. As soon as the darkness faded away, Mick's breathing got heavier as she tried to focus. Struts attempted to help her friend stay on her feet as Mick stumbled on the sand. CheeChee and Lela ran out of the house and onto the beach, regardless if they were wearing high heels or not.
Lela and CheeChee helped support Mick before sending Struts to go get help from the guys. Then, the two raven haired girls assisted Mick to the living room. Mick mubled something almost incoherent about her Mom and Dad, but almost nothing else was actually understood from the sentence.
As soon as Giggles saw and heard Mick's condition, she ran for the garage. Giggles knew. She knew that even if they didn't know the answer to what had happened, Mack and Brady would. They were smart and they knew more about Mick than anybody else in any world. They just had to know what happened.
/Mick's PoV\
My eyelids were very heavy when I felt my brain turn back on. It was like my brain was fuzzy and tired, but I felt like getting up and running a marathon... twice. I flipped out when I realized that I couldn't move my body much, if at all. My mouth had that mucky, sticky, dryish feeling. I felt like asking for water, but I couldn't open my mouth to do so.
I attempted to relax as I tried to feel the object that was underneath me. I was able to twitch my pinkie finger on my right hand a bit, but the object rippled under my touch. It felt soft life a bed, yet rough like a blanket. I assumed it was the couch, but my older cousins always told me to never assume anything until it completely positive or negative.
I felt a hand holding my left hand and, judging by the hairs and the rougher skin, I could almost completely guess it was a guy. However, in the world we live in, you can never be fully sure. I twitched my fingers on the hand that held mine as I heard the person move a little.
Anyway, I decided to listen to the conversation that was going on around me. I could very clearly hear very familiar voices, yet they were very hushed. It was like they were trying to keep a secret.
"Lela," one voice claimed, "I'm not sure-"
"Butchy," another chimed, "Mick has been like this for almost three hours. I think we need to go get Mack and Brady."
"No need." I heard a new voice say as I heard more people surround me. "I went to get them. They were getting worried when Mick hadn't come home already."
"Please, Mack, Brady, do somethin'." I heard the first voice plead in a low, quiet voice as they let go of my hand and stood up. I heard the floor next to me creak as somebody took the last person's spot and my left hand.
"Baby Girl, I know you're listening to me." I heard my Dad state. "Ever since I knew you existed, I talked to you. I don't think you would remember the story, but when you were inside your Mom still, I used to talk to you and tell you to kick her while she was working."
"You listened to Daddy every time." Mom chimed in. "Every night, I would go to work at Walmart and, every night, you would listen to Daddy and kick me like crazy. You always had this insane connection."
"After you were born, I would read to you every morning and every night before I left for work." Dad continued. "I think you know this story, but when you were seven and we watched that old Hannah Montana movie, you practically forced me to sing that same butterfly song with you."
"How is 'at helpin'?" I heard one person ask. "As much as I want her to, I's don't think she's wakin' up yet..."
"Watch." Mom claimed calmly. "Their connection has to be triggered a bit for it to maybe wake her up."
"Peanut, I swear, if you don't show me some kind of proof that you're actually listening to me right now, I will start singing." Dad stated firmly.
'DAD, DON'T YOU DARE! I love you and all, but NO!' I thought to myself. 'I remember how you used to sing that in such a goofy voice and just NO!'
I quickly forced my index finger on the hand Dad was holding to move. I traced a lazy squiggle on my Dad's palm as I heard him laugh. "She tickled me!"
Somebody took my right hand and held it up a bit. "Hey, Mick, it's Momma. I know you tickled your Dad, but can you squeeze my hand as tightly as possible?"
I gripped my right hand a little, waiting for Mom's reaction. There was silence for a moment before Mom spoke again. "Alright, Baby Girl. If you can do that, we will play a game with you. Butchy, come here."
I felt my hand move from my Mom to somebody else. "If you remember Butchy and your relationship, hold his hand super tight..." Mom's voice faded a little before she continued her sentence...
"If you don't, just let him go."