Boo-Ha Beauties

I couldn't understand Brady's reasoning. Okay, so, we need this storm to happen before either of us can get home. And in the movie, its Lela and Tanner who work together to defeat Mustache Man's stupid machine. But Lela and I are together now, and therefore Tanner has no interest in her. In either of us, really.

But why does all that stuff even matter? The important thing was destroying it, right? So who cares who goes to the lighthouse at the edge of the beach and quote-on-quote "discovering" the Weather Machine.

Well, apparently, Brady did.

"It just doesn't work that way!" He argued, "It's Tann-"

I rolled my eyes and cut him off, "I know, I know. You've told me many times, so I am fully aware. But, why does it matter so much? It's too late to get the two together now anyway. Spray Tan is basically shunning us and sticking to the normal surfer girls like all the other guys." I shook my head to clear my thoughts, "Point is, we need to get this done. I am going to go ask Lela for a walk down the beach."

He knew how stubborn I was, so he didn't dare argue with me a second time. He ran a hand through his blonde hair as he watched me leave, "What am I supposed to do?"

"You're a big boy. Figure it out." I replied.

Lela was sitting down in the sand with her older brother when I returned. They seemed to be getting along much better now, and I didn't want to interrupt. So, I set my shoes in the sand and sat by the waves. As soon as I did, I noticed that the surfers on either side of us got up and left.

"Hey, where's you's guys goin'?" I heard Butchy ask, watching some of his own bikers run into Big Momma's. The tall, Latina biker pointed at me, then left. I had only met her once at Lela's pajama party before it had gone awry. I prided myself on forgetting her name, as I did remember the way she had treated my boyfriend. It was hard to believe the two of them had been close friends before I came into the picture.

Whatever. I thought, that only means she's worth forgetting.

The biker siblings turned their heads, Lela frowned in understanding while Butchy just offered a halfhearted apologetic nod. Bidding goodbye to her brother, she skipped over to me and sat down in the sand, "Hey, Mack!"

"Hey." I greeted in return, "What do you think of taking me for a walk on the beach?"

She smiled ear-to-ear, grabbed my hand and dragged me in the direction towards the lighthouse. The walk quickly sped into a run, when she burst into a fit of giggles and started speeding ahead.

I heard a clap of thunder and exchanged a confused look with her, "What was that?"

"I... I don't know, that's never happened before. The weather's ever like this."

I covered my eyes and peered ahead, "Looks like it came from over there. Let's go check it out." This time, it was I that dragged her along.

"How're we supposed to get in?" I asked myself, searching around for a key to the door. I was digging up sand, then heard a squeal of delight. I turned around and saw Lela holding a cartoonishly large silver key.

I took it from her and turned the lock, both of us being careful not to make any sound. She grabbed my hand as we walked through the dusty entrance.

"Manual? Shouldn't you be off book by now?" A British voice asked around the corner.

We peered around the corner and saw two men; a bald man with a lab coat and a tall-ish proper looking one.

"Mack…" Lela whispered, as we listened to their diabolical plan. Her hand was shaking, she was scared.

How cute!

"It's okay." I rubbed her arm, "Let's get out of here, we need to warn the others."

The raven-haired girl nodded and walked ahead of me but tripped over a stray box. We could hear footsteps coming already. I pointed to the door and ordered her to move, but she hesitated.

"Go warn the others!" I whisper-shouted, and she ran.

"Hello, there." A voice said, and I looked up to see Dr. Fusion, the bald guy. He chuckled and pointed a ray gun at my head.

"Who are you?" He asked.

"Why do you need to know? Because if you asked, I could always give you a fake name. But how would you know whether my name is fake or not, right? So, just go ahead and tie me up or whatever."

"She's right, why do we ask that?" Dr. Fusion asked his boss, Les Camembert.

"You fool! You never interrogate the prisoner before you tie her up, so, get to it man!" The British man ordered, watching me under a careful eye as Fusion tied me up.

"Who have you told?" The British man asked.

"How could I have told anyone? You captured me before I got out of here and there was nobody with me."

Les Camembert seemed angered that he had been corrected by a teenager. Let alone a girl.

"So, am I going to be here forever or are you just going to make it up as you go along. 'Cause I have a surf meet I need to get to in an hour, so…"

"Surf?" Dr. Fusion scoffed, "Please. Girls can't surf."

"Well, this one can. And I believe a girl can do anything a guy can do." I said proudly, earning a laugh from the two men.

Meanwhile, at the end of the beach, Lela was inside Big Momma's attempting to gather up both surfers and bikers to save me.

"Please, listen! Les Camembert is trying to destroy us!" She shouted at the rowdy crowd, "And he had Mack held captured! I need your help!"

"She means us." Butchy said, stepping forward.

"No, she was talking to us!" Seacat said back.

"I mean all of us!" Lela shouted, earning a gasp of shock. Butchy nudged through the crowd and up to the stage and wiped under his eye, "I'm sorry, sis. I guess it's weird for me, seein' you's two's together. I ain't seen nothin' like it, but if you care 'bout her so much, then be with her." He grabbed both her arms, "I love ya, sis."

Lela smiled in return, her ears ringing when her brother shouted, "Let's do this!"

And so, they ran. Together, as equals. Brady ran slower than the others, bringing up the rear.

Inside, Dr. Fusion and Les Camembert began freaking out when they saw the surfers and bikers running towards the lighthouse.

"This is bad!" Camembert shouted.

I burst out laughing, "Yeah, bad for you!"

"Oh, be quiet." He ordered.

I attempted to stifle my laugh but couldn't. This was just way too ding dang hilarious. The door burst open downstairs, and the two idiot villains ran for their lives. There was the sound of pounding metal, which I figured came from all the heels and sneakers that were walking up the staircase.

Amongst all the ruckus of everyone pounding on the machine, Lela managed to break through the crowd with no issues whatsoever.

"I'm here to save you!" She squealed, bending down and untying my ropes. I didn't realize how much of a burn they had given me until they came off.

"You alright?" Lela asked.

"Perfect."

The female biker leaned in and kissed me on the lips, "Now c'mon, let's destroy this thing." She took my hand (which was still extremely sore) and helped me to my feet.

I laughed as I watched her climb the machine.

Lela frowned as she shook the machine. She couldn't seem to get it to fall apart, none of the people here could.

Her eyes widened, and I could just imagine a lightbulb hovering over her head. She reached into her hair and pulled out a bobby pin, inserted into a small compartment, and wiggled it around. The machine started to shake and whirr, and she was about to fall.

I ran over to her and caught her delicate body in my hands.

"We gotta get outta here, this thing is gonna blow!" Butchy shouted, causing a panic amongst the crowd. Eyes wide with panic, I sprinted out of the lighthouse and set Lela down when we were far enough away.

"You saved my life." She mused, grabbing my shoulders.

"Yeah. This time, I really did."

I slipped my arm around her waist and we both watched the sky begin to cloud. There was a clap of thunder, and I knew this was it.

I looked over my shoulder and saw Brady running up to me holding my surfboard. Originally, all I could think about was leaving.

But now I wasn't so sure.