𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐅𝐒 𝐔𝐏 ( Butchy )
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𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗚𝗔𝗡 loves the feeling of sand on her toes and gliding over waves on her surfboard. She was born in the life of a surfer, summer of course is the season she felt more alive in. Her brother, Brady, adored h...
Rất tiếc! Hình ảnh này không tuân theo hướng dẫn nội dung. Để tiếp tục đăng tải, vui lòng xóa hoặc tải lên một hình ảnh khác.
If there is anything I could definitely say about my brother is he knew how to sing. I never thought much of where the talent came from, I could pick up a mic just as easily when it came to karaoke nights. But I wasn't as talented. I follow closely behind Mack, practically on her heels, stopping the door from face planting me.
" Do you remember that movie about a robot who drank liquid, from an abandoned space ship, turned into a vampire middle-school teacher who taught the entire school to salsa dance and then went in to win the regional championships?" I don't recollect a movie with such an obscene, ludicrous, plot. 'Our movie tastes are vastly different. Mack.'
" Yeah?" Brady replies not entirely sure where mack is going with this.
" that made more sense than this!" She throws her hands around, indicating her frustration of being here.
" Mackie. This isn't all bad!" I assure, though that was directly indicative of my own personal excitement to being sent in a movie where my the on-screen love of my life is.
Her eyes soften, staring at me for one split second, then she switches on her panic button.
" I have an idea. Hand me my cell!" totally use a phone. Which has not been invented. Even I knew dial up phones were at most the single source of communication the sixties had to offer. " What year was this movie made?" Mack states, thinking logically.
" around nineteen sixty. And?" I see it hasn't registered with my brother what decade we are currently trapped in. " B, we are the sixties! Electronic mobiles were not invented until two thousand and six. How do you think a cell is going to work?" I finally explained, hoping he'll understand how using a phone which had not been thought of yet in this century would help. " Mor is right!" Mack agrees, racking her hands through her hair.
" I didn't think of that. Maybe I will just call our folks... who weren't even born. Oh no." Brady realises, with a pouting frown. Now just understanding. " Brady, my entire future depends on us getting out of here, like, now." Mack takes brady by his shoulders giving him a slight shake. She still wants to leave? I suppose I can't stop her choice and wishes. She did made a promise to her deceased mom, what I learned. Both don't take notice to my face falling from her words.
" Except, maybe it'd be fun to hang for a bit. Plus Morgan would be ecstatic knowing we will have you for longer. " He tries reasoning, that doesn't help her anxieties. I came to a sudden awareness there is no seagulls, nothing but a deafening sound of silence.
" Except, no, it wouldn't. Because I have to catch a plane in two hours! Well two hours and fifty years. I'm sorry Mor, I don't mean anything of it to sound harsh. I would love for nothing to change this all, but I made a promise. As you know. I wish I could somehow convince aunt Antionette, but she is so stubborn. I hate how I made you upset."
Mack is verging on having a break down, the acceptable answer I could find was hugging her. I didn't want her to feel guilty. 'I don't care. if it's needs to be I can fly there and back.'
