Hello! It's me again!

This is probably getting really annoying by now, sorry guys. :/

I'll just get to the point: this chapter is mainly dedicated to probably my favourite couple of the lot (which isn't just because I am in love with Jordan Fisher XD): Seacat and CheeChee. But it's also referring to a few familiar faces from my other stories and the film series in general.

This is the part that I've been trying to write all day so hopefully it's turned out alright, it's one of my favourites from what I remember of it. But then again my opinion might have changed by the time that I've read it through again. XD

"Seacat, ya know the drive-in movie is where people go to find dates, not go on them," CheeChee grumbled as she walked down the road with her boyfriend.

"I thought you said that that was where you wanted to go," Seacat shot back, not too pleased that the biker girl had changed her mind in the past half an hour.

"You need to learn when I'm bein' sarcastic," CheeChee huffed as she stomped along beside the surfer boy. But as Seacat took a right and walked off the pavement, making his way up to the front door of a house, CheeChee lost it. "Where are we goin' now?!"

"I've got to drop Rascal off before we go out," Seacat explained with a sigh, wishing that he had fallen for a girl who was a little more chilled out.

"Rascal?!"

"Yes, Rascal, you know, one of my best friends."

"What do ya mean?! I thought today was supposed to be all about us!"

"It will be," Seacat reassured her. "But considering that Rascal doesn't have a girlfriend to spend the evening with, the least that I can do is get him out to have a little fun."

"Ugh, fine," CheeChee groaned, rolling her eyes and turning her attention to fixing her hair in the window's reflection.

"Rascal, you ready, buddy?" Seacat called after a swift knock on the front door.

"I'm not going," the surfer boy shouted back from inside.

"Oh come on, dude, it'll be fun," Seacat tried.

"No it won't."

"Sure it will, look, even CheeChee thinks so," Seacat tried again, this time nudging CheeChee to get her to help him out. Thankfully, no matter how annoyed with him she was, she played along. "Don't you?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," she drawled, smoothing a stray hair into her beehive as she spoke.

"I don't care, I'm not spending my evening with a bunch of loners."

"Well I hate to break it to ya but you're just as bad as they are," CheeChee called nonchalantly, earning a disapproving, yet incredibly shocked, glance from Seacat.

"You can't say that!" he hissed.

"Why not? It's true ain't it?"

"You're not helping me here."

"Look, Seacat, I'm fine at home by myself," Rascal said. But Seacat could tell from the commotion inside that he was walking over to the door.

"Maybe, but I'm sure that you'll be even finer if you just go out for a bit," Seacat tried a final time. "Just an hour, then you can ditch and go back home if you're not having fun."

Rascal finally gave in and opened the door, "Fine, but you owe me one," he grumbled, glumly closing the door behind him and shoving his hands into the pockets of his board shorts.

"Getting out of the house will make you feel so much better, trust me. And who knows, maybe you'll find yourself a betty of your own," Seacat said, ecstatic that he'd actually managed to coax the surfer boy out of his house.

"I wouldn't count on it," Rascal grumbled as he, Seacat and CheeChee (who was trailing behind the pair) started to make their way down to Big Momma's.

"You ready, buddy?" Seacat asked once the three teens were stood outside the door of Big Momma's.

"I'm not going in," Rascal grouched, still in the bad mood that he'd been in since Lela had uttered the words 'Valentines Day' over two weeks ago.

"Why not?" Seacat asked in disbelief. Had the motivational pep talk that he'd been feeding to his friend the whole walk down to the restaurant not worked as well as he hoped that it had?

"Because I'm going to look stupid."

"Look, it's called Singles' Night for a reason, everyone in there doesn't have a date either. You're all in the same boat, just go and have some fun and stop moping because with that attitude you'll never get a girlfriend," Seacat said.

"But-"

"No buts. Now, go and get 'em tiger," Seacat cut him off, giving him a reassuring smile before literally shoving him through the swing doors, grabbing CheeChee's hand and running away so that he couldn't come back out.

Once the couple were back to the safety of the pavement that ran along the edge of the road, Seacat turned to CheeChee and looped his arms around her waist. "Now that that's taken care of, let's get back to us," he grinned.

"It's about time," CheeChee said sarcastically.

"Are you sure you're alright with going to the drive-in movie place? Because that's literally the only idea that I have," Seacat chuckled.

"Yeah, as long as I'm with you I don't mind what we do," CheeChee smiled. "What I do mind is you wearin' that damn hat though," she joked, reaching a hand up to play with the brim of Seacat's signature hat. "Do ya ever take that thing off?"

"Nope," Seacat chuckled.

"Well ya are now," CheeChee smirked, swiping the hat off Seacat's head.

"Fine, but you've got to take out your hair," Seacat compromised with a cheeky smile.

"What?!"

"I can't cuddle you with all that hair in the way."

"Yous is so lucky I can't say no to you," CheeChee sighed, reluctantly giving in and starting to deconstruct her monstrous beehive as the couple made their way down the street to where Seacat had parked his car.

But in case any of you were wondering what had happened to Rascal, here's what you need to know. After stumbling through the doorway, the surfer boy was met with probably the saddest sight that anyone entering Big Momma's would ever have to see. The restaurant was completely lifeless apart from three teens sat around a table in the middle of the dance floor: one of which was crying into her hands, another was looking like he'd rather kill himself than be sat there and the other was wearing a lop-sided party hat and had half-heartedly trumpeted on a foil party blower upon Rascal entering.

"Welcome to Singles Night," Coral mumbled after she took the piece of plastic out of her mouth.

"Oh my god," Rascal muttered, the three teens' depression reaching out and grabbing him within seconds, luring him over to their pity party almost instantly.

"As you can see, wes is havin' a blast," Jax sighed, cautiously glancing across at Kiki, who was still snivelling into her hands.

"Is this everyone?" Rascal asked, hoping that he was early and that people were still yet to arrive.

"Yep," Coral sighed, resting her head on her hand. "Come and join the party."

"What party?" Kiki sobbed, making both Jax and Coral jump (she'd barely spoken since she had stepped inside, deciding that crying was a better way to tell the two other teens how she felt). "We're all too miserable to have a party."

"She ain't wrong," Jax admitted.

"Well this is going to be fun, isn't it?" Rascal sighed, slumping into the chair beside Coral, prompting her to lazily hand him a party hat, which he just tossed onto the table in front of him.

This was worse than he could have imagined.

"Wow, I's is surprised ya splashed out on two tickets, I thought ya were gonna make me climb in the trunk," CheeChee teased as Seacat's car rolled to a stop.

"Well I thought I'd treat you tonight," Seacat said, playing along with his girlfriend's teasing.

"Yeah, eatin' popcorn in your car and laughin' at people tryin' to hook up, all whilst tryin' to concentrate on a chick flick sounds like a real treat to me," CheeChee said sarcastically.

"Hey, it is Valentines Day, you can't expect them to be playing a horror film," Seacat chuckled, laying his arm around CheeChee's shoulders.

"Hey, none of that until you've bought me a brownie from the snack bar," CheeChee said, ducking out of Seacat's grip and sliding out of the car. Seacat hopped out of his seat and ran to catch up with the biker girl, throwing his arms around her from behind once he'd reached her. She let out a squeal at his touch, which soon progressed into a giggle as he lifted her off the ground and spun her in a circle. "You're so annoying," CheeChee laughed as she was set back on the ground again.

"And you're so ticklish," Seacat shot back, instantly finding CheeChee's weak spot and setting her off shrieking with laughter again as he chased her to the snack bar.

One brownie, two hours of snuggling and at least fifteen minutes of CheeChee and Seacat trying to hide the fact that they were both crying at the film's ending later, the couple were joining the queue of cars exiting the drive in.

"You'd better keep your promise of takin' me to Marty's," CheeChee said, referring to the local malt shop as she spoke.

"Of course, I'm starving," Seacat replied before blasting his horn at the car in front, which had cut in front of him at the last second.

"Jeez, try not to kill us first," CheeChee hissed, her eyes wide after almost being thrown out of her seat.

"Sorry, but I can't help it when people don't know how to drive properly. How'd you past your test, anyway?" Seacat shouted, his voice gradually raising as his sentence progressed.

"You talkin' to me, pretty boy?" the guy from the car in front shouted after twisting around in his seat. CheeChee had a feeling that this wasn't going to end well...

After narrowly avoiding a bust-up, thanks to CheeChee breaking the two boys up and telling the guy from the car in front to go home (although she said it a little more harshly than that), Seacat and CheeChee pulled into the car park of Marty's Malt Shop, but not after CheeChee had severely told her significant other off for what he'd said to the guy. However, as they were getting out of their car, some rather familiar faces were piling into the one next to them.

"Rascal?!" Seacat exclaimed, his eyes practically popping out of his head in shock.

"Oh, hey Seacat," Rascal smiled, acting like the situation was totally normal.

"What are you doing here?! I left you at Singles' Night," Seacat continued as he and CheeChee just gawped at him. They looked like they'd seen a ghost.

"This is Singles' Night," Rascal chuckled, motioning to Coral, Kiki and Jax, who were all jumping into Rascal's car, which conveniently had its roof folded down.

"Whatcha talkin' about?" CheeChee asked, gently cocking her head to the side.

"Well there were only four of us there, so Big Momma didn't think that it was worth staying open. So she closed up shop and we had to think of somewhere else to go. Then after I told everyone what you told me, we decided to ditch the beach and come here to have some fun. Now I think we're heading over to the mini golf place," Rascal explained with yet another smile, leaving Seacat and CheeChee completely dumbfounded.

"Good for you, buddy," Seacat eventually managed to say. "I told you you'd have fun."

"Ya might have even more fun if ya get down to the drive in," CheeChee piped up. "It's Singlesville, USA down there."

"Are they still showing movies?" Rascal asked, his interest spiking suddenly.

"What does it matter? Who goes to the drive in to watch a movie when they're single?" CheeChee shot back, earning a jab at her ribs from Seacat's elbow.

"Good call," Rascal said after a short pause, much to Seacat's surprise. "Screw mini golf, we're going to the drive in, guys," he continued, this time turning to his entourage of fellow singletons, who all seemed to be rather pleased with this turn of events judging by Jax and Coral's high five and rather indecent comments and Kiki's innocent, yet excited clapping. "Thanks for the heads up, you two," Rascal thanked the couple. "Enjoy your night."

"You too," Seacat said as he watched Rascal get into his car and lock his seatbelt into place.

"I bet ya can't wait to hear about who Rascal hooked up with," CheeChee smirked as she and Seacat sauntered over to the malt shop's entrance. "I bet he finds a super pretty blonde who drives a convertible," she continued sarcastically. "Or at least owns a convertible."

"Maybe the four of them will just pair off," Seacat chuckled. "Two guys, two girls at a drive in...who knows what'll happen?"

"Well theys is free to go 'n enjoy themselves, we've got business of our own to get to," CheeChee reminded him with a flirty smile.

"Come on then," Seacat laughed. But whilst he had meant to clap CheeChee on the back, he hadn't filtered the fact that CheeChee's skyscraper heels gave her about four extra inches of height into the equation, so he ended up giving her a swift slap on the backside. CheeChee squeaked in surprise, to which Seacat could only respond with uncontrollable laughter considering that almost straight afterwards the biker girl had shot him a look of surprise, yet intrigue.

"Oh stop it," CheeChee giggled as Seacat opened the door for her, still laughing his head off. "I've still gotta teach ya how to eat fries properly before we get to that."

"And how do you eat fries properly?" Seacat asked after recovering from another bout of spluttering laughter, which had followed CheeChee's latest comment.

"By dippin' 'em in a chocolate milkshake," she smirked, grabbing Seacat's bicep and leading him over to a free table before thrusting a menu in his face with a giggle. "Now get orderin'," she said. "I'm gonna go and pick a song to play," she added once Seacat had handed her a quarter. And you can bet that she picked the cheesiest love song that they had.

CheeChee and Seacat didn't see Rascal and the rest of the 'Single Crew' for the remainder of the evening, not that they minded though, they were too caught up in their own date to care.

I hope that you liked it!

Ok, I actually still liked this one after reading it back over, which is a pretty big deal for me. XD Also, I hope that you didn't mind me including a few of my OCs (Jax and Coral), I just thought that I'd put a little reference to them in there considering that they've been featured in my other stories too.

How did you think that Rascal and his crew got on at the drive in movie theatre though? I'm interested to know. Do you think any of them came away with a date? XD

I have another one-shot to post after this but I doubt that many of you will want to read it, so I might as well put my little farewell message here. All that I wanted to put was thank you for reading these one-shots, I hope that they made your Valentines Day a little better (or a bit more bearable if you're in a similar situation to me. I need to join Rascal's 'Singles Crew' XD).

I'll try to get the next chapter of Reality Check finished and posted as soon as possible but it's a super long one, so I can't promise anything just yet. I'll do my best though, I promise! I think that's it for now though. Which chapter has been your favourite? That way I'll know which ones to write more about for you guys.

Anyway, I'll stop rambling now. Thank you very much for reading!

-cherrygorilla