Hello!
I'm finally back with another chapter! I super sorry that it took so long for me to finish this chapter but I was preoccupied with finishing my Valentine's Day story (which I hope that you enjoyed if you decided to read it!) and the fact that this chapter is so long meant that it took me ages to get it finished. I'll try my best to be quicker next time though.
Since this chapter is so long though, I'll try to keep my author's notes as quick as possible. So here it is I guess!
"Ok, guys, we told our first kiss stories last, now it's your turn," Lela grinned, skipping into Mack's living room before perching on the arm of the chair that Lugnut was slouched in. She then continued to snatch the TV remote and switch the film that her friends were watching off, which wasn't a very popular choice as I'm sure that you can imagine.
"Yay," Lugnut said sarcastically.
"Oh come on, it's not gonna be that bad," Lela replied, much more excited about the upcoming conversation than the majority of the others.
It had only been twenty minutes since the boys had finished trying to fix Brady's car and most of the teens were sat in various places around Mack's living room. Lugnut was occupying one of the arm chairs; Coral was being the barrier between Butchy and Tanner, who were taking up the sofa (with a space saved for Lela), and Mack, Brady, Seacat, Rascal and Giggles were all sat on the floor.
"Awww, look at you two snuggled up to each other," CheeChee drawled to Coral and Butchy as she walked into the room, following her comment up with one of her signature giggles. Coral and Butchy shared an embarrassed, almost disgusted, look before Butchy awkwardly started to move his arm away from its place around Coral's shoulders and she moved her head out of the gap between Butchy's neck and shoulder.
"You don't have to move, CheeChee was just saying that you looked cute together," Lela smiled, loving that she'd seen a glimpse of her brother's affectionate side for once.
"Yeah well…" but Butchy's grumbles trailed off into something inaudible as the sheepish couple adjusted their position on the sofa so that Lela could sit down.
"You two are so weird," Giggles chuckled.
"Gee thanks," Coral said sarcastically, her cheeks going redder by the second.
"Why do you get so embarrassed if you're caught together? It's like you're embarrassed to be in each other's company," Seacat said.
"Ok, I didn't realise that this conversation was now about how many problems we have," Coral said, referring to her and Butchy as she shot the surfer boy a look that told him to shut up. Although she didn't notice that Butchy had muttered something under his breath and had made a face that looked like he was practically repulsed.
"Guys, relax," Brady chuckled, finding Coral and Butchy's frustration rather amusing. "They're only joking."
"That's what you think," Struts drawled, sauntering into the room with a book propped open in her hand. CheeChee let out another of her infamous giggles before squashing into the spare armchair with Struts as Butchy rolled his eyes at them. He was really good friends with CheeChee and Struts and could almost consider them sisters, but on more occasions than he could count they had seriously irritated him. Then again he did have a pretty bad temper, so it didn't take much to put him in a foul mood.
"Who's going to go first then?" Giggles asked, expectantly looking at each of the boys in turn.
"Can't we watch the end of the movie first?" Seacat asked, trying to delay the conversation for as long as possible.
"Yeah, what's the rush?" Rascal added, making a move to grab the TV remote from the sofa beside Lela.
"It's getting late," Lela retorted, swiping the TV remote out of reach of the surfer boy. "Wouldn't you rather just get it over with?" she challenged, quirking one of her eyebrows too.
"Actually I'd rather just not discuss it at all," Lugnut piped up, earning nods and murmurs of approval from the other boys.
"Oh come on, guys, we had to tell our first kiss stories yesterday," Mack tried, warming up to the idea a lot more now that she was taking a more laid back approach to the 1960s teens being in the real world. But it was also to do with the fact that she'd already told her first kiss story, so now she just got to listen to the boys'.
"Yeah, you're not gettin' out of it," CheeChee added, crossing her arms and eyeing each of the boys in turn.
"Why not?" Seacat asked, giving a frustrated sigh as the other boys all voiced their opinions at once.
"Are we gonna start this or not?" Lela asked, raising her voice in an attempt to stop the bickering. All of the boys fell silent and shared unsure glances.
"Fine," Brady sighed, giving in to the girls and earning a groan from the male Wet Side Story cast members.
"Then I'll ask again, who's going first?" Giggles asked, scanning the room for signs of anyone volunteering.
"Look, the longer you try to delay it, the worse it's going to be," Mack said, trying to prompt one of the guys to say something.
After a few seconds of silence Coral spoke up, "Thanks for volunteering, Tanner," she said, nudging Tanner before raising his hand for him.
"Wait, what?" Tanner squeaked in surprise, very puzzled about what was going on and why everyone was now looking at him. His hand was high above his head too, thanks to his sister, who was sat next to him with a smug smile sprawled across her face. "I didn't volunteer."
"I know, I did for you," Coral replied, her face breaking into a smile at the sight of Tanner's confused expression.
"Why would you do that?!" Tanner exclaimed, having no idea what had possessed his sister to do such a thing. Was she actually insane?
"Well no one else was going to do it, plus I really like your first kiss story," Coral said, chuckling at the last part as Tanner rolled his eyes.
"Why?" Lela asked, her eyes lighting up as she leaned across her boyfriend to look at Coral. She definitely wanted more details about this.
"Because it's hilarious," Coral answered simply, trying to stifle a laugh.
"How do you know what happened?" Brady asked.
"Because I was there," Coral replied, making Seacat and Rascal start snickering. Obviously something about this new information was amusing.
"You were there when Tanner had his first kiss?" Mack checked, raising her eyebrows at the surfer girl sat on her sofa.
"Yeah, we were in a room with like forty people," Coral answered, causing Seacat and Rascal to burst out laughing properly and Giggles to start chuckling away too.
"I don't see what's so funny," Tanner mumbled to the other surfers, who were all laughing now, even his sister. But he clearly did because why else would he be acting so sheepish?
"Oh come on, honey, just tell us," Lela said, placing her hand on top of Tanner's. "I bet it's adorable."
"Yeah, tell us about your little smooch with Amber," Coral scoffed.
"Ok," Tanner sighed before launching into the story.
A newly fifteen year old Tanner and Coral were walking down the pavement side by side, their eyes trained on a large building at the end of the street.
"I told you we should have set off earlier, now we're going to be late," Coral sighed, quickening her pace slightly, which made the hem of her dress swing around her knees.
"We're not going to be late, would you relax?" Tanner replied, tweaking his hair as he walked.
"You're the one who's been making a big deal about this for the past week," Coral shot back, the low heels on her shoes tapping against the pavement with each step.
"I'm just trying to take my mind off things, ok? So stop bringing it up," Tanner snapped, making Coral start to giggle. She'd been trying to wind her brother up for the past hour, knowing how anxious he was about tonight, but in the end Tanner had had enough. So the bickering resulted in Coral receiving a shove into a low garden wall, which she not so gracefully recovered from.
"Hey, watch it," Coral said, regaining her balance pretty quickly. Quickly, not elegantly.
"Sorry," Tanner mumbled quietly, straightening his tie as they approached the door to the building.
"Ok, so once we get in there we pretend like the other doesn't exist?" Coral checked, making sure that she'd understood Tanner's plan from earlier that day.
"You got it," Tanner smiled, performing a flustered handshake with his sister before she pushed the door open. They parted ways almost instantly.
"There you are," a blonde girl cooed, her pink painted lips forming a sort of smirk as she sauntered up behind Tanner. The surfer boy spun on his heels and came face to face with the girl that he'd been talking to at school for the past two weeks. Her glossy, platinum blonde hair was perfectly styled into a beehive, her makeup was done flawlessly and her pristine dress was a pale pink colour that just passed her knees with a huge petticoat making the skirt stick out around her. Tanner tried to hide it but his jaw pretty much dropped to the floor. She looked stunning.
"A-Amber," Tanner stuttered, trying to keep his cool (but not very successfully).
"I was hoping you'd show up," Amber trilled, her smirk staying firmly on her face and her air of confidence not cracking at all. Unlike Tanner, who was now a complete mess and felt like if she came any closer to her then he would just end up as a puddle of jelly on the floor. This was not at all like how he'd been practicing to act.
"Well I wouldn't miss a party like this for anything," Tanner said, trying to muster up a smile.
"Good, now how about we hit the dance floor?" Amber suggested with a playful smile.
"How about we what?" Tanner asked, his voice cracking as his anxiety reached whole new levels. Before Tanner arrived in Wet Side Story, he'd never really danced before, so that rendered him rather hopeless in this situation. He knew very well that Amber was a good dancer and that her mother had made her learn from a young age, due to her job at a television company. So the very thought of embarrassing himself in front of the girl he liked (and I mean really liked) by dancing struck him down with fear.
"Dance," Amber repeated. "Come on, you'll be great." And with that, Amber linked arms with Tanner and made him lead her out onto the dance floor.
After a few hours of hanging out with Amber, socialising with his other friends and a few awkward moments passing his sister, Tanner and Amber were situated in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by other couples, who were all waltzing to the song that was playing. "You're a natural, Tanner," Amber sighed dreamily. "I'm impressed."
"You are?" Tanner asked, his face breaking into an innocent smile at this comment.
"Definitely," Amber replied. After a slight pause she continued to speak, having taken the time to find a way to carry on the conversation. "You know, my mom's been looking for some kids our age to go on the show she's managing."
"Yeah," Tanner said, showing that he was listening.
"You could fit in perfectly," Amber continued, flirtatiously brushing the tip of Tanner's nose with her index finger.
"Are you serious?" Tanner asked, not knowing whether to be pleased or nervous.
"Of course, she could build up a huge story around us," Amber said.
"Us?" Tanner questioned, his voice breaking yet again before he nervously swallowed and tried to hide it. Hey, being a fifteen year old guy wasn't easy when it came to speaking in situations that made you nervous.
"Gosh, you like asking questions don't you?" Amber said, a trace of a laugh slipping out as she spoke. "And yes, us. She's got it all sorted out, Tanner. This is our chance, we could have a future together, and she's got it all planned out for the cameras to capture. Then everyone can live our dream with us," Amber continued, wrapping her hands around the back of Tanner's neck as she spoke, drawing Tanner in with every word. Tanner himself had no idea what to think of everything that Amber was saying, he'd only really gotten to know her for two weeks and she was already speaking about them having a future together. But then again he couldn't deny how gorgeous she looked tonight all dolled up. So when she started leaning in and bringing them closer together, Tanner didn't find himself backing off. "Sounds perfect, doesn't it?" Amber cooed, her breath tickling Tanner's cheek as she spoke.
"Yeah, ok, whatever," Tanner replied, barely even listening anymore, too occupied with trying to process that a girl was standing this close to him. And then his lips were pressed against Amber's and his hands fell down to the base of her back. The pair stayed like that for a few more seconds until the song playing ended, causing them to break apart. For the second time that night, Tanner's mouth dropped open, causing Amber to let out a flirty giggle. Their evening together didn't end there though, they spent the rest of the party snuggled up together and the only time that they even left each other's side was when Tanner dropped Amber off at her house, which he found out was huge.
"So I guess I'll see you tomorrow then?" Amber asked, leaning against the front door frame and batting her eyelashes. The pair had already arranged a lunch date for the next day so Amber was just checking that Tanner had been paying attention, which (knowing Tanner) you couldn't really blame her for.
"Yeah, I'll pick you up at 10 o'clock," Tanner replied, still a little in awe of everything that had happened that night.
"Good," Amber smiled, satisfied to know that Tanner had kept his word. "Sweet dreams," Amber giggled, planting a kiss on Tanner's cheek before breezing inside. Tanner was left speechless on the girl's (huge) front door step until Coral walked along the pavement that led to the driveway with a collection of her friends.
"Come on, Mr Dreamboat," Coral called out, snapping Tanner back to reality pretty quickly. "I want details when we get home," she chuckled as her friends joined in with the laughs too.
"Beautiful, just beautiful," Coral said jokingly, bursting into a round of applause once the story had finished. "And from that day onwards Tanner has devoted every second of his existence to learning how to ballroom dance."
"Oh shut up, Coral," Tanner muttered. "You know that I lost interest five minutes into the first lesson."
"That didn't stop you going to the classes," Coral replied. "I should know, you made me come too."
"Well Amber made me go," Tanner shot back.
"You just couldn't say no to her," Coral corrected with a smirk. "Which is also why you left without saying goodbye to the poor girl, you didn't have the guts to break up with her."
"Ooh, that's rough," Seacat said, mocking a wince. "Abandoning your first girlfriend? You're practically Satan, Tanner."
"I didn't abandon her," Tanner argued.
"Tanner, I'm only joking. I know just as well as you do how tetchy Amber can be," Coral said, giving up her act of tormenting her brother.
"Thanks," Tanner mumbled. "Alright, who's going next?" he continued after a small pause, trying to change the subject as quickly as possible so that they didn't have to talk about his awkward past again.
"Wait a second, we're not moving on yet," Giggles announced. "You two can ballroom dance?" she asked, making Tanner cringe and Coral's face break into a look of amusement.
"Look, we just went over this. I was made to learn!" Tanner exclaimed, his frustration coming through in his voice.
"I didn't know you could ballroom dance," Butchy said quietly to Coral, trying not to involve any of the others in their conversation. He didn't need any more critiques on his relationship with the surfer girl…if you could even call it that.
"Yeah you do," Coral replied. "I showed you, remember?" It took a few seconds but Butchy did eventually remember the evening when he first asked Coral to dance, which was very out of character for him and was probably the reason why it was so hard for him to remember. Coral had taught him to waltz on her second night at the beach and it ended up in them getting rained on…so it was naturally a success as I'm sure that you can gather.
"Well I think that it's really romantic," Lela smiled, softly kissing Tanner's cheek and making him break into a genuine smile as he looked at his girlfriend. Even though Tanner had had a major crush on Amber when he was fifteen, he knew now that Lela was the only girl for him now. No more catty blondes for him, thank you very much.
"So now that we've heard that beautiful tale, who's going next?" Coral asked, jokingly referring to Tanner's first kiss story to annoy him, but he was too preoccupied with gazing at Lela to take any notice.
"Well Lela told her story first yesterday and Tanner went first today, so maybe we should go in that order," Giggles suggested. "Like the guys tell their first kiss stories in the same order that their girlfriends did," she explained, a little bit biased when making her decision due to the fact that she wanted to hear her boyfriend's as soon as possible.
"Ok, that's fine by me," CheeChee said. "Plus it stops all your arguin'."
"If we're going with that then it looks like you're going next, sweetie," Giggles said, shooting a bright smile to Lugnut, whose eyes widened almost instantly.
"What?!" he practically shrieked. "How is that fair?!"
"Oh this is fantastic!" Coral beamed, clapping her hands again. Although she had a moment of getting along with Lugnut earlier that day, she still couldn't resist irritating him a little bit. It's the only way that they knew how to communicate. And anyway, he'd already 'accidentally' run into her three times since dinner. So technically, this was payback.
"Shut up, Coral," Lugnut spat, having no motivation to argue with the surfer girl.
"Ok, but this had better be a good story, I want lots of romance and a sloppy make out session," Coral said jokingly, just making Lugnut send her an unimpressed look. But the others were finding the pair's bickering rather amusing, so no one decided to intervene. After all, neither was doing any real harm to the other…yet. There was always a 'yet' when it came to those two.
"Since it was with Olivia then I'm sure that there was," Struts chuckled, looking up from her book for a second to shoot Lugnut a mischievous smile.
"Shut up, Struts! Why are you joinin' in?!" Lugnut exclaimed, praying that no one had listened to the biker girl's comment. Struts was one of the few people that knew who Lugnut's first kiss was, it'd accidentally slipped out one day and she'd been holding it against him for a while now. He didn't really like spreading it around though due to the conflict that it would no doubt bring, which is why he had been dreading this moment.
"Your first kiss was with Olivia?" Butchy asked, his eyebrows creasing together as he stared at Lugnut.
"What?" Lugnut questioned, trying to play it off like he didn't know what Butchy was talking about.
"You kissed Olivia?" Butchy repeated, his brain trying to process what his ears had told it they had just heard, no matter how ridiculous it sounded to him.
"I…I don't…" Lugnut trailed off, not knowing how to respond.
"Who's Olivia?" Giggles asked, noticing how Butchy's expression had changed at the mention of the mystery girl's name.
"You should know," Butchy snapped, almost glaring at Lugnut.
"I should?" Giggles questioned, a look of confusion springing onto her face.
"You all should," Butchy continued, glancing across at the surfers sat on the floor.
"We should?" Seacat asked, raising one of his eyebrows at Butchy. Despite Butchy's accusations, they obviously didn't know who Olivia was.
"Yeah, she was a surfer after all," Butchy spat, scowling at Lugnut, who was currently looking very embarrassed.
"Are you serious?!" Lela exclaimed. "I didn't know you dated a surfer! Why was it such a big deal when I did then?!"
"How come ya never told us 'bout it?" CheeChee asked, shooting a confused look at Lugnut.
"Why'd ya think?" Struts scoffed.
"Look, boss, it was a kiss, it's not like I dated her after that, it was a one-time thing," Lugnut babbled, trying to explain himself but completely ignoring CheeChee's comment. "Well, I didn't date her for long after that…"
"Aww, you stood her up? That's too bad," Coral sighed, pouting at Lugnut and forcing him into an even worse mood.
"Shut up, Coral! I couldn't care less what you have to say right now," Lugnut shouted, glaring at the surfer girl sat next to the Rodent leader. "Or any time if I'm bein' perfectly honest," adding an extra sting to the insult.
"I think everyone just needs to calm down a bit," Mack said, deciding to try to break things up before they got too nasty. Being more relaxed didn't mean that the movie characters were allowed to have a bust up in her living room; she was still going to make sure that they stayed in line.
"Basically, Lugnut had been crushin' on this girl for a while now, like hard core crushin', and left for the beach early one day to ask her out so that none of us saw," Struts explained, trying not to get distracted by Lugnut's shocked face that was becoming more and more like a tomato. "And then they dated for six weeks without any of us knowin'."
"SIX WEEKS?!" Butchy cried, unable to believe that his right-hand man had been sneaking around behind his back for that long.
"Uh huh," Lugnut said quietly, no longer having the will-power to fight for his pride. "And then I got really upset because she had to move away and I really liked her and blah blah blah, doesn't my life just suck?" he grumbled sarcastically.
"Hey, look. I'll stick up for ya, she was a really nice girl. I wouldn't blame ya for wantin' to date her," Struts said, feeling bad now that everyone had ganged up on the biker boy. She remembered how much he had liked this girl and she didn't think that it was fair for everyone to be making him feel bad for being with her.
"Yeah, I remember Olivia now," Giggles piped up, making it seem like her memory was starting to function properly again.
"You do?" Seacat asked, still having no idea who this girl was, even though he'd apparently known her for years.
"Yeah, she used to be captain of the dance team," Giggles explained, watching Seacat's face melt into a smile as he finally put the name to the face and made the connection.
"So what did ya do? Kiss her over the ballet bar?" CheeChee giggled, smirking as Lugnut rolled his eyes.
"No, but it was when I wasn't around you," Lugnut bit back, shutting the biker girl up a bit.
"Are you sure that we're hidden out here?" Olivia asked as she was led down the steps of Big Momma's.
"Pretty sure, I made sure that we got out when everyone was too busy dancin' to pay attention," Lugnut snorted, swinging his and Olivia's joined hands as he strolled over to where the motorbikes were parked.
"Are we gonna have to sneak around like this all the time?" Olivia asked, lightly gnawing on her lip as she waited for her boyfriend's response.
Lugnut turned to look at her, only noticing then how nervous (although still beautiful) she looked. They'd been going out for over three weeks and had spent most of that time worrying that they were going to get spotted together. So really, you could hardly call it a relationship. It was more like Mission Impossible. "I don't know," he swallowed, realising that he couldn't give a definite answer without having the guts to stand up to his crew and admit that the surfers weren't as bad as they made them out to be. But he didn't have those guts, no matter how many fist fights he got into to try to prove otherwise. "Where's your mom pickin' ya up?" he asked, deciding to change the topic to something a bit less depressing.
"Just here, in the parking lot," she replied, playing with the hem of her sundress as she looked down at the sand.
"She's not here yet," Lugnut awkwardly observed, shooting the surfer girl a look, only to find out that she was still staring at the sand.
"Well duh, she'd only have set off a few minutes ago," Olivia chuckled, looking up to discover Lugnut gazing at her. Within milliseconds their cheeks had flooded red, but unlike when this usually happened, they didn't look away. "It takes like ten minutes to get to the beach from my house," she continued to explain, hoping to break the bashful tension between them.
"That gives us a little bit of time then," Lugnut prompted. He'd been planning to do a little more with Olivia than hide from everyone just to hold her hand, and now that they were alone and they had a couple of minutes to themselves…he just decided to go for it.
"Time for what?" she innocently asked, matching the smile that Lugnut had flashed her.
But Lugnut took no time to reply. Instead he decided that if he spoke any more then he'd lose his confidence. So he took a step towards the girl (thankfully she didn't take a step back) and he lent down, cupping her face in his hands, and pressed his lips to hers. The young couple stayed there for a few seconds, both kind of surprised that they were actually doing what they were. They were so caught up in the moment that the only thing that made them jump apart was the sound of tires crunching on stray sand grains.
"Looks like my mom's here," Olivia said shyly after a quick glance over her shoulder.
"Yeah, I guess we'll have to pick up from there tomorrow," Lugnut said, encasing Olivia's hands in his leather-clad ones.
"Oh, ok," she smiled brightly, taking a few seconds to process what Lugnut was suggesting. But nonetheless, she certainly wasn't complaining when she realised. "Well, goodbye then."
"Bye," Lugnut called, shooting the girl a cheeky smile and a wink as she retreated. Their hands slid out of each other's grasp and one last glance was exchanged before Olivia turned to get into her mother's car. From the safety of the little cluster of trees he watched the vehicle roll away until the lights were specs in the ink black horizon. Then, and only then, did the giddy smile jump onto his face as his hand punch the air.
"Aww, that was actually really sweet," Giggles cooed once Lugnut had finished the story.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever," Lugnut mumbled, very self-conscious as he felt everyone's gaze still fixed on him.
"Aww, look how embarrassed he is," CheeChee snickered with a mischievous smile.
"And it had to end all too soon," Lela sighed, feeling genuinely sorry for the biker boy.
"Yeah, she left before she even heard the song ya wrote her," Struts agreed, shooting Lugnut a sympathetic look.
"Ya wrote her a song too?" Butchy cried.
"Yeah," Lugnut muttered, avoiding eye contact with everyone possible.
"You can write songs?" Coral asked, no longer interested in teasing the boy, more intrigued than anything.
"I wrote one," Lugnut shot back in a flat tone, wary that this would be another thing that Coral would find a way to hold against him.
"Hmm." But unlike the biker boy had thought, Coral wasn't thinking of ways to embarrass him in front of, well...everyone. Instead, she was just starting to realise that she might be a lot more like the biker boy than she was willing to admit. The boy that she wanted nothing to do with was turning out to be the one that she could relate to the most. Well, apart from Tanner, of course. All that she knew was that she was hearing that song whether Lugnut liked it or not.
"Wow, so that's two softies down, four more to go," Lela smirked, surprisingly sarcastically for her.
"Yeah, and you're next," CheeChee announced, punctuating her statement with one of her giggles as she looked over at her significant other.
"Oh whoopee."
"Oh come on, Seacat. I bet yours is adorable," Giggles, well...giggled.
"You'd hope so, wouldn't you?" Seacat asked, forcing a false smile onto his face as he looked across at the surfer girl.
"I know I would," CheeChee piped up, sharing a mischievous grin with the blonde surfer girl.
"Well it was with Courtney," Seacat said, oddly calmly. Apparently he was unfazed by his friends knowing this new information about him. Anyway, it was a lot easier if no one knew who the girl was.
"Who?" Tanner asked.
"Courtney."
"I've never heard of a 'Courtney'," Giggles said, a confused look clouding her face.
"Yeah, neither have I," Rascal agreed.
"She's just a girl that used to live down my street," Seacat replied nonchalantly.
"When?" Giggles demanded. "I've lived down your street since the seventh grade and I've never heard of Courtney."
"Well she moved away when she was eleven," Seacat explained, before adding another comment with a cheeky grin. "And I kissed her the week before."
"You had your first kiss when you were eleven?!" Tanner exclaimed, starting to worry that he was going to end up the one that had waited the longest to kiss a girl.
"Yeah, in the neighbours' hedge," Seacat said, struggling to stop himself from chuckling at the very thought of it.
"Woah, woah, woah, hold on a second," Lela cut in, finding great difficulty in keeping up with where this story was going. "You kissed a girl in a bush?"
"A hedge," Seacat corrected.
"Why?" Lela asked.
"Why not?" Seacat shot back. "We were eleven? What did you want me to do? Take her out for a steak?"
As Seacat was playing 'lookout' from the safety of his neighbours' front hedge, a pair eyes fluttered in front of his binocular's lenses, making him jump back in shock. The thing that had caught him so off guard was the fact that the pair of eyes had been framed by eyelashes so long that they could only belong to a female. And that could only mean one thing: his headquarters had been compromised by another species...a girl.
"What are you doing in Mrs Hawthorne's hedge?" the girl asked, the girl that Seacat had come to know (thanks to his mother's conversations with neighbours that he probably shouldn't have been listening in on) as Courtney.
"Keeping watch," he replied bluntly.
"For what?" Courtney asked, curiously peeking through the tightly woven branches of the hedge at the boy.
"Danger," Seacat said all too quickly, instantly regretting his answer as he watched Courtney stifle a giggle.
"Well I don't think there's any danger around here," she chuckled. "Unless you count Mr Walker's excitable bulldog, that is."
"Yeah, well I'm just making sure," Seacat replied sheepishly.
"This is a cute little hideout," Courtney continued even though Seacat had hoped that that would be the extent of their conversation.
"It's not cute," Seacat lashed out, offended to say the very least.
"Can I come in?" Courntey asked, not showing any sign of leaving as she gazed expectantly at the little boy.
"No," Seacat mumbled, but Courtney obviously didn't hear him (or decided to ignore him) because she crawled inside anyway. The branches snagged at her hair and the dry dirt coated her knees and scuffed her shoes, but she didn't seem to care judging by the beaming smile that was covering her face. "Or sure, why not?" he said, having to change his answer since the girl had invited herself inside anyway. "Look, can I help you? Is there something that you want?" he continued, figuring that there must be a reason why Courtney was here in the first place.
"Not really. I don't want anything. My sister does though," she answered, sneaking a sideways glance at the boy.
"Why couldn't she come then?"
"She's too embarrassed, it's about your brother," Courtney explained.
"What about my brother?" Seacat asked, picking up a stray twig on the door and starting to fiddle with it.
"She wants to know if he actually likes her," Courtney replied as she watched a ladybird scuttle across the 'hideout' floor.
"I think he does," Seacat said after a short pause, taking the time to try to analyse his fifteen year old brother's actions over the past few days. "Why? Does your sister like him?"
"Yeah," Courtney said, waiting a few seconds before confessing something. "I saw them kissing the other day."
"Really?" Seacat asked, admittedly impressed with the information that this girl had brought to him.
Courtney nodded, once again taking a few seconds to come up with her next response. "I heard her saying that it's nice too."
"What's nice?"
"Kissing," she clarified, starting to blush under Seacat's gaze.
"Is it?"
"How am I supposed to know?"
"...Shall we find out?" Seacat asked, watching as Courtney's eyes widened in surprise.
"Um...ok," Courtney agreed, feeling an odd mix of excitement and fear.
And they did, right there inside the foliage walls of their neighbours' hedge. It took them a few failed attempts but eventually both plucked up enough courage to actually lock lips with the other. Of course, as I'm sure that you can imagine, they had no clue what on earth they were doing, but they gave it their best try.
When they broke apart it was Courtney who decided to speak up first. "Yeah, it's pretty good."
"Uh huh," Seacat awkwardly agreed, both of their cheeks matching the same bashful, red hue. It wasn't much longer after that when Courtney wished a quick farewell and scrambled out of the den, leaving a dumbstruck Seacat alone for the rest of the afternoon.
"'Pretty good'? I can sympathise with her," CheeChee smirked, earning an eye roll from Seacat.
"And that's it?" Lela asked, confused by how oddly the story had turned out.
"Yeah, that's it," Seacat responded.
"Well at least you and CheeChee can agree on something: you both had your first kisses when you were little," Giggles chuckled.
"That was a lot less embarrassin' than what I was hopin' for," Lugnut complained, having wanted Seacat's story to replace his in the line of fire for teasing remarks.
"Sorry to disappoint you," Seacat said smugly, before turning to his fellow surfer boy. "But don't worry, Rascal's is hilarious."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, you're next Rascal," Struts said, something finally being able to draw her attention away from the pages of her latest piece of reading material.
"Please tell me it's embarrassin'," Lugnut practically begged.
"Oh I wouldn't worry about that," Seacat smirked. "And I'm sure that Bree will be delighted to know that even more people have heard the story now."
"That was your first kiss?! Even I remember that," Tanner cried, his worries instantly disappearing. If Tanner was there when it happened then it had definitely been after his own, so he wasn't going to be left as the oldest.
"Who wouldn't? Almost all of the surfers were there," Giggles chuckled, sharing a knowing smile with Seacat and Tanner.
"Why'd ya have your first kiss in front of everyone?" CheeChee asked, one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows dipping down in puzzlement.
"Yeah, we had to be completely alone for ya to even think about kissin' me for the first time," Struts agreed bitterly.
"Well I didn't really have a choice," Rascal said defensively.
"What d'ya mean?" CheeChee asked.
"I think that Seacat should be the one to answer that," Rascal replied, shooting the surfer boy an accusing look.
"I think that you should just get on with the story," Seacat chuckled, as Giggles giggled away beside him.
There were roughly twenty surfers packed into Blue's car, no one quite knew how they had all gotten in there but they had and, like always, they were driving to the beach. Rascal was sat in the car with Seacat to his right and Bree (his girlfriend of almost four weeks) to his left, not to mention Giggles on the row of seats behind him babbling on about complete nonsense in his ear. But the surfer girl stopped short when she glanced across and saw Seacat smooching with his girlfriend at the time, Pearl.
"Oh my gosh! You two are so cute! I can't handle it!" Giggles squealed, dangerously close to shattering Rascal's ear drum.
"Oh get a room," Shelley hollered, taking quite the opposite route to Giggles when it came to the couple's display of affection, deciding that teasing was the best way to go.
"Oh, why don't you get a boyfriend?" Seacat challenged, jokingly raising one of his eyebrows at the surfer girl, who was sat beside Giggles.
"Well played, water boy," she chuckled, taking the playful banter surprisingly well.
"How long have you two been going steady now?" Giggles asked the couple eagerly, butting into the conversation yet again.
"Same time as Rascal and Bree," Seacat replied with a smirk. "Maybe even less."
"Really? I would have thought that you'd been going out longer 'cause I don't think I've ever seen those two kissing," Giggles said, staring at Rascal and Bree in disbelief, even though she was talking about them as if they weren't there.
"Yet it's all we see you two doing," Shelley snorted, trying to get back at Seacat with another teasing dig.
"Actually, I don't think that I've seen them kissing either," Pearl piped up.
"Hey, Rascal," Seacat called, catching the surfer boy's attention. "Have you kissed Bree yet or are we making it up that you haven't?"
Rascal started to feel quite uncomfortable with the four surfers' eyes trained on him, but his mind wasn't put to rest when he turned to look at Bree, who was looking expectantly at him too. "Uh…"
"He hasn't," Bree cut in, sensing her boyfriend's discomfort and taking the lead instead. "But it's no big deal, he will when he's ready," she continued, taking his hand in hers and giving it a reassuring squeeze.
"Thanks," he whispered to her before turning back to the other four.
"Aww, you're too good for him, Bree," Shelley chuckled, her voice stuck with its sarcastic tone. "Ditch him and go and find a guy that'll actually show you he loves you."
"I don't need him to show me, I know it's true," Bree replied with a calm smile, taking Rascal's hand in hers and starting to run her thumb over the skin.
"So you're both going to go your whole lives without kissing each other?" Pearl asked.
"No, but-"
"Look, we all know that you both want to kiss each other," Seacat started. "So why don't you just do it now and get the awkward tension out of the way?"
"In front of everyone?" Rascal questioned, his eyes widening in horror.
"Sure, why not? Look," Seacat replied, before demonstrating a kiss with Pearl. "It's easy."
"I don't-"
"Hey, what did you tell me last week?" Seacat asked, knowing that this answer would leave Rascal without any other option than kissing his girlfriend.
"That we would go through things together," Rascal replied simply, only realising afterwards what this meant.
"And I don't know about you but I think that includes kissing our girlfriends," Seacat said with a smirk, causing the three surfer girls sat around him to let out mischievous giggles.
"That's not fair," Rascal tried.
"You're the one that came up with it," Seacat chuckled, seeing the funny side of the situation, unlike his friend.
"Come on, Rascal," Shelley prompted, lazily leaning over the back of his seat. "Just get it over with."
"No-"
"Come on, I dare you."
Rascal stopped dead in his tracks as soon as Seacat's challenge passed his lips. He had never turned down a dare and he wasn't going to now, the last thing that he needed was even more teasing.
"Fine," Rascal agreed with a falsely confident smile.
"Seriously?" Giggles squeaked, jumping up in her seat so abruptly that she banged her head on the roof of the car.
"Yeah, come on, babe," Rascal continued, turning to Bree, who could instantly see through his act.
"You don't have to," she said quietly.
"Yes I do," Rascal mouthed back.
"Guys, Rascal's finally kissing Bree," Seacat hollered, drawing the attention of practically everyone in the car.
"Finn, you owe me five dollars," Blue shouted from the driver's seat.
"You guys were betting on this?" Rascal asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, I didn't think you were going to do it 'til next week," Finn sighed miserably before passing a five dollar bill forwards, which was then carried to the surfer boy it was intended for.
"Come on then, Rascal," Seacat chuckled, giving his friend and encouraging thump on the back. "We're all waiting on you."
"Well I just wasn't prepared for an audience," Rascal shot back, trying to let Seacat know how annoyed he was without actually having to say it.
Before anyone else could contribute to the discussion, the car was taken over by the noise of chanting, shouts of encouragement, clapping and thumping on the roof, which were all apparently for Rascal. He turned to the surfer girl sat beside him, who was now looking just as (if not more) uncomfortable than he was, which was a pretty big feat.
"I'm so sorry about all of this," Rascal said, praying that Bree would be able to hear him over all of the shouting.
"It's ok," she softly laughed as Rascal shuffled closer to her.
"Here goes nothing," he murmured. And with that, he leaned in and gently kissed Bree on the lips, which prompted the volume of everyone's shouting to raise about three levels to the point where Blue feared that someone was going to punch through the roof of his car. The couple's kiss lingered for a few seconds before they eventually broke apart, each one shyly smiling at the other.
"Nice one, dude!" Seacat shouted almost immediately afterwards, giving his friend a congratulatory clap on the back in the process.
"Aahhhhh! That was adorable!" Giggles cried, frantically bouncing in her seat behind the pair.
"You can say that again," Bree said quietly with a smile, taking Rascal's hand in hers again, which he followed up with a light kiss on her cheek. It wasn't so hard after all.
"Nice job with the peer-pressure, guys," Coral said sarcastically as she played with a stray piece of thread on the cushion she was holding.
"Hey, it needed to be done," Seacat chuckled, having only recovered from his uncontrollable laughter a few seconds prior to this. "If we hadn't done that then I still think that Rascal wouldn't have kissed anyone to this day."
"Not with Struts around he wouldn't," Butchy scoffed, making Struts look up from her book just long enough to glare at him.
"You can't talk, you've had more kisses than I've had manicures," Struts fired back, much to the amusement of a few of the teens.
"Woah, slow down, it's not Butchy's turn yet," Lela cut in, obviously not desperately interested in hearing about the more intimate side of her older brother's relationship. Once it got past him actually getting a girlfriend she didn't really want to know any more details. "Mack went next last night, so that means that it's Brady's turn."
"Me?" Brady questioned, the mention of his name breaking him out of the whisper-conversation that he had been having with Mack.
"Yep, get tellin' us about your first smooch," Struts replied lazily before turning her attention back to her novel.
"Yeah, stop talkin' to Mack and start tellin' us the details," CheeChee added. "Who was it with?"
"A girl called Mara," Brady replied.
"What? Yous gots a thing for girls with names that start with 'M'?" Butchy smirked.
"I actually didn't realise that until now," Brady chuckled, suddenly making the connection between the two girls.
"When was it?" Lela asked.
"It was after I'd taken her out for a date when I was about…14," Brady answered, taking a moment to try and remember the exact details.
"Aww," Lela cooed like the hopeless romantic she was. "Where was your date?"
"An ice cream shop…I think," Brady chuckled as he thought back to the day.
"Aww, did ya treat her to extra sprinkles?" CheeChee said sarcastically, earning a few snickers from the teens around her.
"Yes, actually," Brady said, trying his best to hide his smile.
"We can wait inside you know," Brady chuckled as he was led out of the door of the ice cream parlour into the pouring rain.
"Well we could, but what fun is that?" the girl whose hand was firmly interlocked with Brady's giggled.
"Mara, we're going to get soaked," Brady called over the sound of the raindrops pounding the pavement. But the fact that he was laughing didn't really help him sound serious.
"I know! Come on!" Mara squealed, running ahead into the practically deserted car park.
"You're insane," Brady laughed, watching with amusement as the girl did a little twirl.
"Why thank you, you're not too bad yourself," Mara replied with a chuckle, turning to the blonde with such force that her now rather damp hair swung around her face, sending even more droplets than the ones that were already falling from the sky flying in Brady's direction.
"Come on, you're going to catch a cold," Brady fussed, trying to take Mara's hand so that he could lead her back to shelter. But it didn't work out quite like that.
"Oh, relax," Mara said, brushing his comment off with ease. "It's summer rain." And with that she wriggled out of Brady's grip and ran a few paces ahead of him, taking the time to jump into a huge puddle in the process, which completely drenched both of them.
"You are so dead," Brady exclaimed through breathy laughs, his soggy shoes squelching with each step he took whilst chasing Mara. It didn't take much effort for him to catch back up to her again though and within seconds his arms had wrapped around her, bringing her close to his chest and effectively trapping her there.
"Ok, ok, you've got me," Mara giggled, holding her hands up in surrender.
"I would suggest splashing you back but you're already wet through," Brady chuckled, pushing a strand of Mara's damp hair away from her face.
"Why'd you do that?" she asked with a slightly curious, yet intrigued smile.
"So that I could see more of that pretty face of yours," Brady replied, only realising afterwards what he's said, which then made him blush profusely and let out an embarrassed laugh.
"Aww, you think I have a pretty face?" Mara asked, an almost teasing smile tugging at her lips as she gleefully watched Brady stumble over his words.
"Well duh," he chuckled, feeling a little bit better now that he'd noticed Mara starting to blush too.
"Thanks, yours is pretty too," she shyly replied.
"Pretty?" Brady questioned, quizzically raising one of his eyebrows at her.
"Pretty handsome," Mara corrected herself, returning the compliment a little more appropriately this time.
"Nice save," Brady chuckled. "And thanks."
"You're welcome," Mara smiled as Brady's hug brought them closer together. Then, before Brady even knew what was happening, Mara rose onto her tip toes and gently pressed her lips to his. After the initial shock of what was happening had passed, Brady kissed her back, relaxing into the action as if it was totally natural to him. The rain was still pouring down around them, the little droplets clinging to their skin and making intricate patterns, but neither of them cared. No matter how exciting they had considered the rain to be prior to this, kissing was much more exhilarating. And the surprised, yet ecstatic, smiles that graced their faces when they separated were enough to give that away.
"Aww, Brady," Lela giggled, quite clearly having found the story adorable.
"You are such a softy," Mack chuckled to the blonde. "No wonder you took her to an ice cream parlour, you're practically soft serve vanilla yourself."
"I'll take that as a compliment," Brady laughed, to which Mack responded in a similar way.
"Come on then, your turn, Butchy," CheeChee cut in, turning her attention to the Rodents leader.
"What?"
"Everyone else has gone, you're the only one that's left," CheeChee smirked. "So get talkin'."
"Yeah, start spilling," Coral agreed with a cheeky smile from her space next to the biker boy.
"Oh brother," Butchy groaned, his feelings towards the situation having been made very clear.
"Just get it over with," Struts drawled with a roll of her eyes. "Most of us know some of the details anyway."
"You do?" Giggles asked, her eyes widening a little as her eyes scanned the group. "Who knows?"
"Pretty much all the bikers," Lugnut explained with a smirk. "Boss couldn't wait to brag about it."
"Brag about it? Jeez, who was it with?" Coral asked, her eyebrows creasing in confusion despite the fact that her interest peaked.
"I did not brag about it," Butchy tried to protest.
"Yes you did," Lela shot back.
"Just tell us who it was," Coral said, her curiosity getting the better of her.
"It was Alyssa…"
"Alyssa? Alyssa who?" Giggles asked, her eyebrows knitting together as she tried to wrack her brain for possible people that had that name.
"Whoever she is I'm pretty sure it's not the Alyssa that we know," Mack whispered to Brady, prompting the blonde to let out a soft chuckle at the mention of Mack's closest friend at school.
"Uh…Alyssa Jackson…" Butchy trailed off again, avoiding eye contact with literally everyone in the room apart from the carpet.
"Alyssa Jackson?!" Tanner cried, his eyes practically popping out of his head.
"No, he's pranking us, he's got to be," Seacat scoffed.
"Actually he's telling the truth…for once," Lela said, watching the five surfers' mouths drop open.
"Your first kiss was with Alyssa Jackson?!" Coral exclaimed.
"The Alyssa Jackson?!" Seacat added, struggling to wrap his mind around this new information.
"Who's Alyssa Jackson?" Brady asked, making everyone's heads snap in his direction.
"Are you kidding? Everyone knows who she is," Giggles replied, her eyes even wider now, if that was even possible.
But after Mack and Brady just gave the Wet Side Story teens blank expressions, Lela decided to explain further. "She's a singer that's really popular in our time," she clarified. "She's pretty famous."
"And you kissed her?" Brady asked, shooting the biker boy a sceptical look.
"Yeah," Butchy replied, growing more confident now that people were starting to believe him. Once he got past the initial shock and embarrassment of telling the story, he basked in the awe that seemed to be everyone's reaction.
"How?"
"When?"
"What?!"
But rather than actually answering the constant stream of questions from the dumbfounded surfers, Butchy just decided to tell the story in its entirety. Hopefully this would shut them all up.
After the news spread around that local teen radio star Alyssa Jackson was coming to do a warm-up performance at Big Momma's before going on to larger gigs, the whole beach was buzzing with excitement. So when the actual night came around, everyone was practically bouncing off the walls. But when it got to the point where Alyssa was fifteen minutes late for her set, Butchy went to go and get some information from Big Momma herself. His crew was getting agitated and he wasn't putting up with that. Alas, when a fourteen year old Butchy went to go and talk to the kindly restaurant manager, she said that she didn't have any information; she was just as puzzled as he was. So he decided to take matters into his own hands and a few minutes of searching later, Butchy stumbled upon the backstage room of the restaurants performance area, which was currently inhabited by the missing singer herself.
"What are you doing back here?" the girl asked, slowly getting to her feet after sitting on the floor with her back pressed against the wall.
"Uh…" was all that Butchy could manage to say. He was so surprised to have actually found the girl that every single word that he knew had completely disappeared from his head.
"How did you get here?" Alyssa pressed, her eyebrows starting to crease in the middle as she cautiously approached the boy, who looked similar in age to her.
"I don't know, I walked through a few doors," Butchy answered flatly, causing the girl to frown.
"What were you looking for?"
"You."
"Me?"
"Yeah, your set was supposed to start fifteen minutes ago," Butchy said, the fact that Alyssa was so clueless yet defensive was puzzling to him. "Everyone's wonderin' where ya are." But instead of responding properly to this, the girl just let out a heavy sigh and anxiously ran a hand through her hair. "So…are ya gonna perform somethin' or not?" Butchy awkwardly asked, sensing that something wasn't right with the girl. But being a fourteen year old boy, the only way he knew how to react was by bluntly asking her because apparently he didn't have an ounce of sympathy in his body.
"I don't think that I can," Alyssa admitted as she played with the lid of her water bottle to stop her hands from shaking.
"Whatcha talkin' about?" Butchy asked her, suddenly growing suspicious.
"I think that I've got stage fright."
"Stage fright? What are ya talkin' about? Yous sings on the radio all the time," Butchy said, completely astounded at this new information. "I should know, it's like the only station I listen to." Why he had admitted that to this girl he would never know.
"You listen to my songs?" Alyssa asked, getting distracted by the prospect of a new fan.
"Yeah but that ain't the point," Butchy argued, wanting answers for why she was acting so strangely. "Why on earth d'ya think that ya have stage fright?"
"I know that I sing all the time on the radio but that's just when it's me and the microphone, that's all that's in the room. But even thinking about going out there and singing with all of those people in the room makes me feel like I want to vomit," Alyssa gushed, relieved to be letting all of her pent up feelings out, even if it was to a random boy in a leather vest.
"Well duh," Butchy scoffed when Alyssa had finished ranting.
"What?!" Alyssa exclaimed, astonished that this boy was so compassionless.
"Well everyone's bound to get a little nervous," Butchy replied, a smirk threatening to curl at his lips.
"This isn't just nerves," Alyssa snapped.
"Sure it is," Butchy brushed her off, way more relaxed than he should have been in the company of this girl. "You'll be great."
"What's your name, kid?" Alyssa asked after a short pause, having to take a second to process the fact that this conversation was actually happening.
"Kid? I's the same age as you," the biker boy cried in indignation, his expression souring slightly as Alyssa let out a laugh.
"You could have fooled me," she chuckled. "But seriously, what's your name?"
"Butchy," he answered curtly.
"Ok, what's your real name?" Alyssa tried again.
"That's all yous is gettin', doll face," Butchy said tersely.
"Alright, that's fine," Alyssa laughed, once again resorting to fiddling with the cap of her water bottle. "And I'm guessing that you already know my name," she trailed off, leaving the pair to fall into an awkward silence.
"Look, I didn't come back here to chat with ya," Butchy started, deciding that he should probably get out of here before he was caught. "So is yous gonna give us a performance or what?"
"I don't know," Alyssa said again, the confidence that she had built up talking to the biker boy vanishing in a split second.
"Yous gotta be kiddin'," Butchy sighed before trying a different tactic. "Look, what's it gonna take to get yous to sing us a song?"
"I don't know," Alyssa repeated.
"Well I's is gettin' bored so yous had better think of somethin' fast."
"Oh, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to bore you," Alyssa said sarcastically with a roll of her eyes. "I don't think I'm gonna be able to get out there and sing anything so, if you really are that bored, then you might as well just leave."
"Not before this," Butchy shot back with a smug look. And with that Butchy pulled the girl towards him, let a small chuckle out under his breath and then pinned his lips onto Alyssa's. Despite Alyssa's initial distress, she didn't pull away. Instead she eased herself into the kiss until eventually the pair had to break apart to get some air.
"Well…" Alyssa breathed, still in utter shock.
"If yous gets out there and sings a few songs, like I know that yous wants too deep down, then maybe I'll come back here afterwards to pick up where wes left off," Butchy proposed, the smirk that he had been trying to hide now completely taking over his face.
"I'd like that," Alyssa chuckled shyly before disappearing through a doorway to go and talk to her manager.
"So did you go backstage after the performance?" Seacat asked, more shocked than anything after hearing about what happened.
"Course I did, yous thinks I'd let that slip away from me?" Butchy scoffed, earning a few chuckles of approval from the male members of the group and disapproving looks from the female ones.
"You persuaded her to sing by bribing her with kisses?" Coral asked with a quizzical look.
"Uh, yeah," Butchy replied as if it was the most obvious solution in the world.
"Wow, what a charmer," the surfer girl said sarcastically, rolling her eyes at the biker's antics.
"Hey, if it ain't broke, don't fix it," Butchy smirked.
"It never worked in the first place," Coral shot back, much to the biker boy's outrage.
"Ok then, I think that's everyone!" Lela chirped, interrupting the conversation to stop it from breaking out into another one of the couples' petty arguments that she had witnessed way too many of lately. So the pair were left with just giving each other sour looks.
"Boy am I glad that's over," Seacat sighed, a relieved smile crossing his face.
"Yeah, no more crazy ideas of gettin' us to give yous gossip material," Lugnut agreed.
"Oh come on, it wasn't that bad," Lela said, starting to rise out of her seat.
"Where are you going?" Tanner asked, shooting his girlfriend a puzzled look as she happily bounced on the balls of her feet.
"Off to bed, us girls have a lot of new things to discuss," she giggled before motioning for the four other Wet Side Story girls to follow her. And just like that, the five girls flounced off to their shared bedroom, tittering amongst themselves as they went.
"Oh, great," Butchy sighed, knowing that nothing good would come from the girls' conversation. This was going to be a long night…
I hope that you liked it!
I know this chapter was really long (and not very good) but because I decided to do a chapter like this for the girls, I kind of had to do one for the boys too (no matter how long it turned out to be).
Also, this is the first chapter that had been (partly) written recently. Everything up to Lugnut's first kiss had been pre-written but everything afterwards has been done over the past few weeks. So now the chapters should be a little more like my current writing style.
Another random thing that I'd like to bring up is something regarding my OC: Coral. Now, I know that very few people actually like her but personally I'd still like to keep her in some of my stories, even if she is just someone that's further in the background. Anyway, what I wanted to ask you was a question about her hair. I've never really said this before but the person that I've kind of been modelling Coral on (looks wise…or hair wise anyway) is a girl called Carrie Hope Fletcher, who is an actress, a youtuber and the sister of a member of my favourite band. Her hair is the kind of hair that I imagined Coral to have (long, curly and a light, almost golden, brown colour) however, yesterday she cut 17 inches of it off to donate to charity (if you want pictures of how she looked before and after the haircut then go to her Instagram. I think that it's just: carriehopefletcher) and now I can't stop thinking about Coral having shorter hair. So, my question is, do you think that Coral should cut her hair in my stories too? I don't think that it would be in this one because I've already got so much happening but it could possibly be material for a one-shot of some sort. Plus, I feel like all of the girls in Teen Beach Movie have long hair, so something a little bit different would be quite cool. I don't know what would be the reason behind it (maybe I'll leave that up to you guys) but I personally feel like it would be because a game of truth or dare was taken too far or perhaps it was just a stupid spur of the moment decision (because let's face it, Coral is ditzy enough to do something like that XD). So do you guys like that idea or not? I thought that I'd bring it up now so that I didn't start planning things out for the future with her having short hair and then no one liking that idea. Please let me know what you think! And to all of you who don't like Coral, I'm really sorry about this, I won't make a huge deal about it anymore. I promise.
Ok, so after my super long chapter and super long (and probably pointless because I doubt any of you care) rant, I'll just end it here.
Ooh, before I go, one more thing. Which of the boys' first kisses was your favourite? I'd like to know!
Thank you so much for reading and supporting my stories, your review mean the absolute world to me!
-cherrygorilla