Hello!
How are you?
I've had quite a good week. I've started learning Danish (because why not) but I have started back at school again, which means a lot of homework (I got four different pieces today), so that's not as great. But I'm alright with it. :)
Anyway, here's chapter 12!
About an hour or two later, Mack and Brady were wandering around the collection of stalls at the other end of the beach to where the 60s teens were, which was back at Mack's house. Mack was trying to scribble something down on a spare receipt as Brady was scrolling through his phone.
"Hey, it looks like the spa resort place is looking for a golf caddy," Brady piped up, making Mack sigh and throw her hands in the air.
"Yeah, because I can totally imagine Struts being thrilled about having to cart around some sweaty guy's golf clubs for seven hours," Mack cried, getting completely fed up with the drama of finding the Wet Side Story teens summer jobs.
"I'm only trying to help," Brady replied.
"I know, this whole thing's just stressing me out," Mack sighed.
"Well what have we got so far?" Brady asked, pocketing his phone and turning his full attention to Mack.
"Um, two people can go and work at the ice cream shop, three people can go and work at the beach shop and three people can work at the barbeque place," Mack listed, reading off her notes from the slightly crinkled receipt.
"Great," Brady grinned, satisfied with their work, but Mack wasn't so pleased.
"Not great, that's only eight jobs," Mack retorted. "Which means that two people are still going to be left running around with nothing to do."
"Just focus on the positives," Brady said. "And how about we try to assign people to jobs?"
"Alright," Mack said, attempting to look at things in a brighter way. "Who could work at the ice cream shop."
"I think Lela would definitely enjoy it," Brady said. "And possibly…CheeChee?"
"Ok, that works and at least they both like each other," Mack agreed, writing down the two girls' names on the receipt.
"How about the beach shop?" Brady asked.
"Tanner, for definite," Mack started, knowing far too well that somewhere like that would be ideal for the head surfer. "And Giggles too."
"But that's only two, isn't there three spaces?" Brady asked.
"Oh, yeah," Mack sighed, squinting at her writing to check.
"Well, who likes shopping?" Brady asked.
"Struts," Mack answered quickly. "Do you think she'd be alright there?"
"Yeah, she likes Giggles, they'll get along," Brady replied.
"And then there's the barbeque shack," Mack said. "We need three people again for that."
"Seacat and Rascal would be good for that," Brady said.
"Yeah, and…Butchy?" Mack suggested.
"Um…they'll learn to get along," Brady said, nodding along with Mack.
"So who do we have left?" Mack asked.
"Coral and Lugnut," Brady said after a pause. Him and Mack just looked at each other, not able to think of a worse way that this could have gone.
"Great," Mack sighed. "That's just great."
"Don't worry, we'll find something for them," Brady reassured, but before he could continue, something drifted through the air and made the two teens snap to attention.
"Please tell me that you heard that too," Mack hissed.
"If you did," Brady said.
"I did but I don't really want to believe that it's happening," Mack replied.
"Ok, there's the possibility that we could just be imagining all of this, but then again, there's also the possibility that if we go around the corner we're going to see a dance number in full swing," Brady said.
"Please, please, please let it be the first one," Mack prayed as she and Brady carefully made their way down to the end of the stretch of shops and poked their heads around the last stall. Sure enough, there was Butchy, Lela, CheeChee, Struts and Lugnut all grouped with a bunch of other teens already part of the way through their signature number: Cruisin' For A Bruisin'. There was no way they were going to be able to stop it now.
Butchy: "Two wheels and an open road
Wrapped in leather
Ready to go
Don't stop, stop the music
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want, anytime we want
Oh yeah, oh yeah
We just ride, ride, ride all day
We're not gonna live any other way"
"No, no, no, no, no," Mack whispered under her breath, each 'no' becoming louder until she was pretty much shouting. "Why didn't they stay at home?! We specifically told them to stay at home!"
"I'm sure they have a valid reason to be out here," Brady said, attempting to calm Mack down but ending up just getting more panicked himself.
"Brady, these are bikers from a 60s musical we're talking about," Mack shot back, grabbing Brady's shoulders and shaking him.
"You've got a point," Brady said when Mack had finally stopped.
"We can't take them anywhere," Mack huffed, letting her arms fall back to her sides again. "As soon as we take our eyes off them they break into song."
"Well at least no one's recognised them," Brady said, trying to look at the bright side.
"Yet," Mack said, whipping back around to anxiously watch the bikers when Lela started to sing.
Lela: "Bubblegum cherry pop
Go to the hop
Hangin' with my brother
'Cause his friends are so hot
While they're cruisin' for some bruisin'"
Where Brady normally jumps into the song, a dark haired figure in a black t-shirt and dark grey jeans broke apart from the dancers that were accompanying the bikers, apparently deciding to give some input to the song.
Spencer: "I went to the drop and what did I see?
A hundred little betties all starin' at me
I was cruisin' for some lovin'"
Lela playfully blew a quick kiss to the figure before the entire group gathered back together. Brady's eyebrows creased together in thought and as he stepped forward to take a closer look at the new singer he nearly had a heart attack as soon as he recognised who it was. "Holy-"
"What?" Mack asked, gripping onto Brady's arm, both concerned and confused, thinking that she'd missed something.
"Mack it's Spencer," Brady hissed.
"What's Spencer?" Mack asked, getting more and more paranoid by the second.
"Spencer's dancing with them," Brady continued.
"Your friend Spencer?" Mack asked.
"Yes, my friend Spencer," Brady replied, internally freaking out.
"Wait a second, hasn't he seen Wet Side Story a bunch of times with you?" Mack asked, starting to panic again.
"Uh huh," Brady answered.
"Do you think he'll recognise them?" Mack asked.
"Uh huh," Brady repeated.
"And that's why you're freaking out, isn't it?" Mack asked.
"Uh huh," Brady said for the third time. The couple just stared at each other in disbelief. Was this really happening?!
Spencer: "I got these two wheels and an open road
Just pop that clutch, I'm ready to go
Don't stop, stop the music
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want, anytime we want
Oh yeah, oh yeah
We just ride, ride, ride all day
We're not gonna live any other way
Oh no, we're not gonna live any other way
Oh
1, 2, a 1, 2, 3
A who, who, who's riding with me?
I got a gang full of bruisers all cruisin' with me
And we're tearin' up, we're tearin' up, we're tearin' up the streets"
The five Wet Side Story bikers and the modern day dancers were all dancing away to the music, changing their usual routine to fit with their surroundings since they didn't have the chairs or the set up that the bikers were used to in Big Momma's. But none the less, their musical number was still incredible and everyone seemed to be loving it.
Bikers: "Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah"
Spencer: "Don't stop, stop the music
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want, anytime we want
Oh yeah, oh yeah
We just ride, ride, ride all day
We're not gonna live any other way
So don't stop, stop the music
We ride fast like a bullet
We do anything we want, anytime we want
Oh yeah, oh yeah
We just ride, ride, ride all day
We're not gonna live any other way
No, we're not gonna live any other way
Oh no, we're not gonna live any other way
Ooh!"
The extra dancers all ran off, laughing and cheering as they went, leaving behind the five bikers, who were all jumping around with huge grins on their faces. But just as Mack and Brady were about to run over to them, Spencer caught Brady's arm.
"Hey, dude," he greeted, wearing a confident smile and a laidback expression. "Have you seen those guys?"
"No, what guys?" Mack jumped in, trying to play it cool but not succeeding.
"Oh hey, Mack," Spencer greeted, only acknowledging the brunette after she'd spoken. The pair had a strange tension between them that never seemed to go away, no matter how much Brady hung out with them both. "The biker kids, they're exactly like the characters from that movie you always watch, Brady."
"Um…" Brady trailed off, completely lost for a way to reply to that. Luckily, Spencer carried on talking.
"They seem pretty cool, it's weird that I haven't seem them around before," he said. "I wonder if they know how much they look like the Rodents?"
"I don't know, I guess we'll never find out," Brady said, rushing to get the conversation over with before the bikers blew their cover.
"That was so much fun though, man, those guys know how to dance," Spencer enthused.
"Yeah," Brady said, letting out a forced and uneasy laugh that he tried to turn into a cough to cover it up.
"You alright, bro? You're acting a little weird," Spencer said, his eyebrows creasing together in suspicion.
"He's fine, we're fine, everything's…fine," Mack babbled, realising halfway through her sentence that she was rambling.
"Ok, bye," Brady gabbled, hurrying to end the conversation. "See you around, Spencer."
"Um, alright, see you later," Spencer said, a little confused as to why his friend was in such a hurry to leave. As soon as Spencer had walked off, Mack and Brady pretty much sprinted over to the five Wet Side Story bikers.
"That was close," Brady sighed.
"Really? I didn't notice," Mack shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
"Mack! Brady!" Lela gasped, her face lighting up as the two friends ran towards her. "We were looking all over for you."
"Really? Because to me it looked more like dancing," Brady said.
"Well as we were looking for you we found these people that were dancing," CheeChee started.
"So we got talking to them, they said that they knew Cruisin' For A Bruisin' so we said that we'd join in," Lugnut continued.
"I mean, what else would we do? We weren't just gonna stand there and watch," Struts drawled, twirling a strand of hair lazily around her finger.
"Turns out they're actually pretty good," Butchy finished.
"So you started that whole dance thing?" Brady asked.
"Yep," Lela grinned. "And they were really nice, we talked to them about our leather jackets for a bit before we started dancing."
"They thought that we looked cool," CheeChee added, following up her comment with one of her signature giggles.
"Ok, but what are you doing here? I thought we told you to stay back at the house," Mack said frantically.
"You did," Lela replied, still grinning at Mack despite her friend's angry tone. "But we found this game to play-"
"We were getting bored so we were looking for something to do," Butchy cut in, explaining the story a little more.
"And we were going to ask the surfers if they wanted to join in," Lugnut continued.
"But when we went into both of the bedrooms they were gone," Lela said, her eyes widening a little as she retold the events.
"Gone?" Mack and Brady both blurted in unison.
"What exactly do you mean by gone?" Mack said almost immediately afterwards.
"Well we searched the whole house and they just weren't there," Lela explained, her eyebrows ever so slightly creasing together.
"But the window of the boys' room was open, so we think that they got out that way," Struts added.
"So the surfers left without telling anyone where they went?" Brady checked, earning a firm nod from the five bikers.
"We've got five 60s movie characters running around town and we have no idea where they are," Mack whispered to Brady.
"Just stay calm, we can't let the others know that pretty much everything's gone wrong," Brady replied, trying to keep his voice down.
"I'll try," Mack sighed. "Every time I start to relax, something else goes horrifically badly."
"We'll be fine," Brady reassured her, taking Mack's hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze, releasing a swarm of butterflies in Mack's stomach. "Ok, so it looks like we're gonna have to find the surfers, now make sure that everyone sticks together, we can't have anyone else getting lost," Brady announced, pleased that the bikers were all obediently nodding along for once.
"Let's go!" Lela exclaimed, jumping up and down on the spot before grabbing Mack's other hand and linking arms with CheeChee.
I hope you enjoyed it, sorry if it was a bit boring but the next chapter is a lot longer if that helps. :)
The song that I used in this chapter is Cruisin' For A Bruisin' from Teen BeachMovie (duh!).
And I can't thank you enough for helping me hit 50 reviews! It's only the 13th chapter (including the prologue) so to have reached 50 reviews so soon is amazing for me!
Thank you so much for five reviews since I last updated! Every single review means the world to me and I always love hearing what you think of the story.
Thank you so much MaddieGerbz and RossLynch4ever (who reviewed all of the chapters that she missed, bringing it up to 5)! Don't hesitate to leave a suggestion if you think of one, I still want them and I love hearing and using ideas that you want to read about! :)
Also, RossLynch4ever currently has a story up called Teen BeachMovie Fanfiction Awards where you vote for your favourite stories in each category. I think that it's a great idea so please go and check it out and leave a review on the latest category!
I know I say this all the time (if you're reading this then let me know what you think of the jobs that the Wet Side Story characters are going to be taking up) but I want to say thank you to everyone who sends me PMs, leaves reviews and is just generally supportive of my stories because I think that you're all incredible!
Thank you for reading!
-cherrygorilla