Teenage Love

Chapter 3

Date Written: Wednesday, October 6, 2021

We were riding down through Main Street when we saw Mikey's dad hanging up a flag outside the museum. We all yelled out to say hi, and I tightened my grip on Mouth's shoulder with one hand and waved with the other. When I returned my other hand to Mouths' shoulder I looked over at Mikey and he looked pissed.

Eventually Mikey figured out where we were actually supposed to be going.

"That's where we're going. Right around this next curve is Gold Rock Beach. Three rocks, I know it. I've got a feeling about this one." Mikey says loud enough for all of us to hear, even Chunk who is lagging behind.

"You always have a feeling, Mikey. Every time you have a feeling you get us in trouble." Data complains.

"Get us in trouble? You're the one who always get us in trouble, Double-oh Negative." Mikey defends himself.

"I'm James Bond, 007, not Double-oh Negative." Data clarifies.

"You guys, I'm hungry. I know when my stomach growls there's trouble." Chunk complains.

"Shut up, Chunk!" We all yelled.

"Hey, you make me go up this big hill, and you said, you said you'd give me a Twinkie. Now I'm gonna be late for dinner and my mom's gonna yell at me. And she's not gonna let me eat my dinner and she's gonna punish me." Chunk complains more.

We eventually make to the lighthouse. We all stop and get off of our bike. Mouth waits for me to get off before he does so I don't tip over. Mikey immediately comes over, grabs my hand, and pulls me away. The boys start pushing their bikes up a very steep hill, I walk along with Mikey trying to figure out what's up with him. We get to the top and see the lighthouse, a restaurant, and a rock.

"Guys... I think I have a match. I'm sure of it! The lighthouse, the rock, and the restaurant all fit the doubloon. That must mean that the rich stuff is near the restaurant." Mikey says pulling out the map from under his shirt. "So, wait a second, Mouth, I'm going to need you to translate the map because I don't understand Spanish. Right there." He points to a section of the map.

No one heard it but Mouth mumbled, "There's more than just Spanish you don't understand."

"Alright, alright." Mouth says before reading the map to himself.

"Well, what's it say?" I ask pulling on his sleeve.

"Ten times ten." Mouth translates.

"Uh, hundred." Mikey says.

"...stretching feet to nearest northern point." Mouth continues to translate.

"North. What's north? Which way is that?" Mikey asks looking around.

"That's where you'll find the treat." Mouth finishes translating.

"The treat... the rich stuff! That's it!" Mikey shouts.

Data pulls out his compass, "North is that way." He points towards the restaurant.

"So, its near the restaurant." Mikey says.

We start going near the restaurant, Mikey and Data were counting the paces with their arms hooked together. After about sixty paces we stop and huddle behind some rocks so we can't be seen from the restaurant. We notice two people in trench coats going inside.

"Mikey, Mikey, wait there's someone going in." I say pulling Mikey back down behind the rock since he had stood up to get a better look.

"Sixty and another forty is an even one hundred, right to the old restaurant. The rich stuff has gotta be there." Mikey says about to get back up but I stop him.