Hello!
How are you?
I've had a great week, I went to see Insurgent with my friends on Thursday and I saw the new Cinderella film on Saturday. I've also been working a lot on my story over the past week so I guess that's good too.
But anyway, here's chapter 11!
The rest of the day played out pretty uneventfully for the twelve friends, well…as uneventful as it can be with ten teens from the 60s in the 21st century. It was another takeaway for dinner, this time with Chinese food, and everyone found out the hard way that Lela cannot handle spicy foods. Mack had to make even more beds for the new teens in the bedrooms, her only solution being blankets and cushions, which the Wet Side Story characters luckily didn't mind. And everything was pretty relaxed for the evening, nothing completely outrageous happened and everyone seemed oddly calm. But, like always, it didn't last long because the next morning everything kicked off again.
"Hey, Rascal," Seacat called, ripping Rascal's gaze away from the crashing waves in the early morning sunlight.
"Yeah, Seacat?" Rascal asked, bounding over to his friend, keeping his borrowed surfboard firmly tucked under his arm. And when I say borrowed, I really mean that the five Wet Side Story surfers took them from Mack's grandfather's workshop…without Mack knowing.
"Have you noticed anything else different about Coral?" Seacat asked.
"Not really, I mean she was acting a little more girly last night when Lela mentioned the 'slumber party 2.0' but so was CheeChee," Rascal replied.
"Are you sure that anything was actually different in the first place?" Seacat asked, starting to doubt Rascal's point about the girls acting strangely.
"I'm positive," Rascal answered.
"Well let's just leave it for now, I wanna catch some waves before the beach gets busy," Seacat said, dodging past Rascal and running down to the shore line. Rascal looked over at Coral for a second, watching her run through the knee-deep water, kicking up ocean spray behind her and laughing away as Giggles shrieked from Tanner splashing her. Nothing did seem that different anymore, but maybe he'd just gotten used to it. He wasn't going to put the point to rest, but he wasn't going to bring it up anymore either, he'd just have to observe for himself.
"Good morning," Lela chirped for the second day in a row, skipping into the kitchen and spotting Mack stood searching through the cupboards for something to feed her house guests. "Did you sleep well?" she continued, beaming at Mack when she turned around.
"Yes, thank you, did you?" Mack asked, trying to be as polite and cheerful as she could be in a morning. "Are the others all still in bed?" But as soon as Mack asked her second question, CheeChee and Butchy stumbled through the hallway, quickly followed by Struts and then Lugnut.
"Nope, they're up," Lela giggled, her eyes flitting from the four sleepy bikers to Mack.
"This whole 'waking up reasonably early' thing is not really working out for me," Butchy grumbled, rubbing his eye and leaning against the wall to keep himself upright.
"Well come and have some breakfast, maybe then you'll feel more awake," Lela said, skipping over to her brother and grabbing his hand.
"I hope so," CheeChee drawled, twirling a piece of her messy hair round her hair. Another perk of living in the real world that the Wet Side Story characters were loving was that their hair was almost never perfect when they woke up…and when I say love I really mean hate, despise in fact. "What's for breakfast?" the biker girl continued, perching on the kitchen table.
"Yeah, I'm starving," Lugnut agreed, collapsing into chair.
"Apparently just cereal," Mack sighed, taking out two boxes of cereal and staring in defeat at the empty kitchen cupboards.
"That's alright," Lela grinned, whisking the cereal boxes out of Mack's hands before placing them on the table. She then twirled over to another cupboard and brought out six bowls and laid them all down on the table next to the cereal boxes. Struts had padded over to the fridge and took out the carton of milk, letting out a huge yawn as she did so and then dumped that on the table too.
"Eat up then, I guess," Mack said, rather confused as to what had just happened, why it had so happened quickly and why the bikers were all happily eating away. She'd expected at least some complaints but the 60s teens were turning out to be a lot less high-maintenance than she'd expected.
"What's for breakfast?" Brady called from the front door as he pushed it open.
"Cereal," Lela called back, shooting the blonde boy a big smile before handing the milk carton to her brother.
"Hey, ever heard of ladies first?" CheeChee snapped, snatching the milk carton out of Butchy's hands.
"Alright, Miss Grouchy," Butchy huffed, tapping the edge of the bowl with his spoon until the biker girl was done.
"What's that supposed to mean?" CheeChee asked, pushing the milk carton in Butchy's direction, only for it to be intercepted by Struts.
"Nothing, I just want to actually eat my breakfast before it's lunch time," Butchy muttered, to which CheeChee responded with an eye roll.
"Where are the others?" Brady asked Mack, turning to his girlfriend and planting a quick kiss on her cheek.
"I don't know, actually," Mack answered, her eyebrows slightly creasing together. "Lela?"
"Yeah?" Lela said, instantly acknowledging Mack's questioning tone.
"Do you know where the surfers are?" Mack asked as Lela picked up her bowl and walked over to her.
"Yes," Lela beamed, before her face fell into a frown. "But I'm not supposed to tell you."
Mack and Brady looked at each other, knowing that the answer wasn't going to be as simple as they'd hoped.
"Lela, you can tell us, we're your friends, right?" Brady said, trying to coax the answer out of the raven-haired girl.
"Of course you're my friends!" Lela cried, before her face fell again. "But I promised Tanner."
"Lela," Mack started, but a shout from outside made her stop.
"Those waves were totally shredder!"
"They're outside, aren't they?" Mack sighed, watching Lela meekly nod. Mack dodged past Brady and trotted down the front steps, closely followed by the blonde, the pair leaving Lela stood eating her cereal on the doorstep.
Sure enough, Tanner, Seacat, Giggles, Coral and Rascal were all huddled in a group at the water's edge, huge grins spreading across their faces as they held their surfboards. But as soon as they spotted Mack storming towards them, they all froze.
"Hey, Mack," Tanner greeted, smiling at the girl while the other four surfers all pushed their borrowed surfboards behind their backs.
"How's it going?" Seacat asked, trying to act nonchalant about the situation.
"Great," Mack started. "I'd just like to know where you got those boards and why you were out here without my permission. I thought we'd all agreed to stay in the house."
"Yeah, about that," Coral started.
"Mack, we just wanted to surf," Giggles said. "We'd didn't mean to do anything wrong."
"The waves here are just too good not to ride!" Coral exclaimed.
"Please just let us stay out a little longer!" Seacat pleaded.
"Guys, I know how much you love to surf-" Mack began.
"Kowabunga!" the five surfers cried, making Mack jump a little.
"But I don't want anything bad happening to you," Mack said, finishing her sentence.
"Oh Mack, don't worry, we've been surfing all our lives," Tanner said, attempting to reassure the girl with a smile.
"Yeah, nothing's gonna happen," Rascal agreed.
"It's not just that though, I don't want people recognising you and realising that you're not from here," Mack continued.
"People could tell that you're from the past," Brady pitched in, hoping to get their point across.
"And we don't want people to know that. If people knew that then things wouldn't end very well," Mack added. Mack and Brady were trying to coax the surfers away from the ocean because the more time they spent on the waves, the more people would realise that they're not usually here, and only the best and most well-known surfers came down to this area of the beach. They'd realise that something was up and might even recognise them from the movie, which would mean a lot of explaining to everyone. The best thing for now was to keep the surfers as far away from the waves as possible, which isn't as easy as it sounds.
"So, what are you saying?" Seacat asked.
"We're saying that we don't want you to surf anymore," Mack said, her heart sinking when she saw the five surfers' faces fall.
"What?" Giggles murmured.
"We can't surf here anymore?" Tanner asked.
"Why not?" Rascal asked.
"Like we said, we don't want anything bad to happen," Mack said.
"We want to keep you all safe until we can get you back to the 60s," Brady added.
"But we could still surf," Seacat said.
"Yeah, we'd be really good, we wouldn't let anyone notice us, we'll be really quiet, we promise," Giggles continued, trying to grasp onto the last strings of hope they had left.
"Yeah," Tanner, Coral, Rascal and Seacat agreed, nodding their heads furiously in hope that Mack and Brady would change their minds.
"Guys, we're sorry," Brady said, but his gesture was just returned with the five surfers all trudging back up to Mack's house, trailing their borrowed surfboards behind them and wearing defeated frowns on their faces.
"I didn't know that they were gonna take it so badly," Mack said, wondering if she'd made a mistake.
"Look, Mack, we discussed it last night, they couldn't spend all day surfing without getting noticed by someone," Brady said. "We did the right thing and they'll get over it. They'll be back home in Wet Side Story, where they can surf 24/7, sooner than you know it."
"I hope so," Mack sighed, resting her head on Brady's chest as he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"We need to find a way to keep everyone busy without giving away their identities," Brady said. Mack and Brady had decided that they didn't want to go upsetting their friends anymore, but they also didn't want them roaming around the beach, so they needed to find a solution. The couple had gone back to the house quickly after and when they found that the surfers had just gone straight to their rooms, they were instantly filled with guilt. That's why they were having another meeting in Mack's grandfather's workshop.
"Exactly," Mack agreed. "But how?"
"I've got it!" Brady cried, almost knocking a toolbox off a shelf next to him in excitement.
"What?" Mack asked. "You've got what?"
"An idea!" Brady exclaimed. "We should get them jobs!"
Mack's mouth dropped open. "Jobs?"
"Yeah," Brady replied.
"Are you insane?" Mack cried.
"No, think about it," Brady said, definitely way more into the idea than Mack was.
"I'm thinking about how that is a horrible idea," Mack snapped.
"It's not though, it'll get them out of the house, someone else will have to worry about them being under control for a change and they'll earn money for us," Brady explained. "We won't have to worry about feeding them cereal and bread crusts because we can use the money they earn to buy real food," he teased, poking fun at Mack's breakfast choices.
"Those are all very good points, but you're not taking into account all of the things that could go wrong," Mack said.
"Like what?" Brady asked.
"Knowing them they'd probably break into song or, now that I think about it, break anything that they touch," Mack answered.
"Mack, just give them a chance," Brady pleaded. "You never know, they might do really well."
"Brady," Mack started, but after noticing the look that Brady was giving her, she began to reconsider. "We don't know anywhere that's offering jobs."
"I do," Brady said.
"Really?" Mack replied, her hope that her comment would stop the idea slowly fading away.
"Yeah, one of my dad's friends is looking for employees down at the ice cream stand," Brady explained.
"Your dad knows the owner of the ice cream stand?" Mack asked, raising one of her eyebrows at Brady.
"Yeah, why do you think we get ice cream so often?" Brady asked, watching Mack try to hold back a laugh.
"Ok, so that's one place, I hardly think that they're going to hire ten kids to work there," Mack sighed.
"We can find more places as we go," Brady said.
Mack sighed again, feeling very defeated in the situation. "Fine," she huffed, giving in to Brady, whose face broke into a grin.
"Thanks, Mack," Brady smiled, wrapping his girlfriend into a quick hug.
"I hate it when you're right," Mack sighed.
"Come on, let's tell the others that we're going out for a bit," Brady said, taking Mack's hand and starting to lead her into the living room area.
"Wait, we can't take them all with us, we're not going to be able to control them all and persuade people to give them jobs," Mack said.
"Alright, how about we just tell them to hang here for a bit, when we've found jobs for them all we can come back and explain it all to them," Brady suggested.
"Fine," Mack sighed again, letting Brady drag her into the living room, not looking forward to the day ahead.
I hope you enjoyed it!
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-cherrygorilla