AN: I do adore Planet Blue's Deviant. It makes me think of mustaches, tattoos, motorcycles and men compensating for...umm...things. It also gave me ideas for this chapter! Enjoy!

EPOV is up next. Why? Why not.

Chapter 47

The guy sat on his motorcycle and stared at us. He rubbed his sparse mustache that made him looked like he took a pencil and drew it in. Somebody wished he was Johnny Depp. It was also way too warm a day to wear a leather jacket. Idiot.

Boobs hands started fluttering. Her face flushed. "Who is that? He has a Harley!"

Boobs secretly wanted to be a biker chick. Who would have ever guessed?

He hopped off his pig or hog, whatever bikers these days called their replacements for their tiny man parts to stroll towards us.

"How do I look?" Boobs grabbed my hands in a panic.

I shooed her away. "One second away from convulsing."

"Hello ladies," the stranger said with a wink.

I gave him two thumbs up. "Eh, Fonzie."

"What?" The man looked confused.

"Richie is at Al's having malts with the gang. You might want to rush on over before the Twister competition starts." I rolled my eyes. Don't any of these people obsessively watch TV?

"What?" The stranger was easily confused.

"A Happy Days joke! Bella, you're so funny!" Boobs giggled and batted her eyelashes at the guy.

"I like your smart mouth," he said to me.

"I like the idea of you walking away and leaving me alone."

Boobs stuck her hand out. "I'm Angela! Bella likes to kid around."

That's a lie. I meant every word.

"I'm Ben." He kissed her hand, looking at me the whole time. "I was just checking out my new school. I'm thinking about dropping out already. Is this place cool?"

Oh joy.

"I have no idea, Beauty School Drop Out." I looked around for my kid. "I'm positive there are better places for you to be. Maybe dying your hair pink?"

Fonzie was confused again. "What?"

"Grease!" Boobs giggled. I wish she would just mount him and they would go away.

"Bella, I don't get your jokes, but I would love to have you on my bike," he stated. I was pretty certain it wasn't for a quick jaunt around the block.

My kid came up and wrapped his arms around me. "Is everything okay here?"

I looked at Fonzie and grabbed my boy's face. I kissed him, until he moaned. "I would love to have my kid on your bike. I would let you watch, but you might feel intimated. My kid has pretty impressive riding skills."

Boobs squeaked, "I'll ride with you!"

"Fine," Fonzie said and took Boobs over to his bike. He called out to me, "I'm keeping my eyes on you!"

"Keep you eyes on the road, Fonz."

My kid asked, "What was the kiss for?"

"Staking my claim." I squeezed his butt and he laughed.

It was my favorite sound.