"Gold Rock Beach is around this next curve!" Mikey called back to us, still on his bike riding down the road. "I have a feeling about this!"

"You always have feelings about things, Mikey!" An aggrivated Data said. "Every time you have feelings you get us in trouble!"

"Get us in trouble? Your the one who gets us in trouble, 00-Negative!"

"I'm James Bond, 007, not 00-Negative!" Mikey and Data argued.

"Guys I'm hungry. I know when my stomach growls, there's trouble." Chunk interrupted.

"Shut up, Chunk." Mikey and I said at the same time.

"And 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.-"

"Chunk, stop talking!" I said as everyone got off their bikes.

"And my mom's gonna yell at me and she's not gonna let me eat dinner and she's gonna punish me!" I followed after Mikey as he ran and stood at the top of a hill. "Any body got a candy bar? A Baby Ruth?"

I ran over to the guys who were all staring at the map. "I can't believe it!" Mikey yelled "That's it!"

"What?" I asked.

"Those three rocks out there. One. Two. Three."

"It matches the map!" I realized. I ran ahead of everyone as the boys went back to retrieve their bikes.

I laughed at the sight of my friends heaving their bikes up the hill.

"You could help, you know!" Mouth complained glaring at me.

"I'm good." Was my short reply.

"Forget it!" Mouth yelled in frustration, as he dropped his bike.

"Come on." Mikey said walking over next to me. He put the map in his pocket.

"This better be it, Mikey." Chunk pointed at him, breathing heavily.

"Shut up, Chunk." Was all he said. Mikey pulled out his doubloon and held it up. He closed one eye as he lined it up with something in the distance. "Hey, guys," he called everyone's attention. "I think I have a match, I'm sure of it! The lighthouse, the rock, and the restaurant all fits the doubloon!" I looked out to the three vertical items. "That must mean that the rich stuff is near the restaurant."

As Mikey put the doubloon away and pulled out the map, I couldn't help but think why it had to be near the restaurant. It could be near the lighthouse, or even the rock, but knew there was no way we could get out there. I didn't even think we'd find any treasure at all, but I did not voice my opinion because 1) I had no way of getting back home if I left now, unless of course I walked, but I'm too lazy for that. 2) I still held hope that I might not have to leave my friends. And 3) I didn't want to go back home yet. Ever since the news of the foreclosure, my home now had the feeling of a Retirement Home: depressing, lonely, and isolated.

"So," Mikey continued. "Lux, Mouth. I'm gonna need you to translate the map cause I don't know how to read Spanish."

"Alright, alright." Mikey moved aside for Mouth as I rested my chin on his shoulder to look. "Diez veces diez."

"What does that mean?" Mikey asked.

"Ten times ten." I answered.

"Uhhh-"

"Hundred." I cut in.

"Stretching feet to the nearest Northern point." Mouth read.

"North. Which way is North?" Mikey asked.

"That way." I pointed to the restaurant.

"So it's near the restaurant!"

We slowly made our way to the restraunt in knee high grass. We took wide steps, counting each one. There was Mikey in the front, then me, then Chunk, and in the rear was Mouth and Data. As we got closer to the broken, rundown shack we started to skip. Chunk ended up in the back trying to keep up. We came up to a couple huge rocks and ducked behind them as we saw human figures walking to the restaurant.

"Sixty and another forty is an even one hundred." Mikey began. "Right to the old restaurant. The rich stuff has got to be there!"

"Gotta be there." Data agreed.

"Umm, I don't know about this, Mikey." Chunk spoke unsteadily. "Hey, it's getting late. And hey, that's a summer place; what's it doing open in the fall?" He asked suspiciously.

"See here, there's nothing to be scared of. See, there's already two customers going inside the restaurant."

Then I got to thinking. Chunk had said it was a summer place(it obviously was), so it shouldn't be open, and yet, there are two people walking into the restaurant, and summer has already passed. And even if it was opened for the fall, it was getting late, too late to be opened. I started to get suspicious myself, as my mind processed all this. Then, that need to be right and have explanations for everything(that one day, is going to be the death of me), thought of something completely explainable and normal.

"Yeah, but what if they're not customers--" Chunk tried to say.

"They could be the owners of the place." I suggested.

"What if they're not the owners either. What if....what if they're drug dealers?!"

"Drug dealers?" Data hit Chunk on the forehead, causing a sound to come out of his mouth that was a mixture of a squeal and a snort. We all shushed him. "Did you see their clothes? Drug dealers wouldn't be caught dead in those polyester rags."

We continued walking twords the restaurant counting our steps.

A loud bang went off, echoing in the air. I let out a squeak as I faced the guys. "Was that a....a." I was cut off by Chunk running up from behind us.

"Mikey. Mikey. Mikey!" We all slowly turned around to Chunk. "That sounded like gunshots. Not the big ones that you hear in war movies, but gunshots. Real ones. They're trying to kill us!" My eyes were wide because that's exactly what I heard.

"Really? Geez Chunk, turn off your brain, alright?" I started wide eyed at Mikey. "Someone probably just dropped a pot." Mouth and Dada agreed with Mikey right away.

"I don't know, Mikey. That didn't sound like a pot falling." I said uncertainly.

"It's fine, Lux." The boys started to walk forward again and I watched as Chunk followed after them.

"Are you sure, Mikey. Cause if your sure than I'm sure, you know." I glanced around me. I had a bad feeling about all this, but I continued to wander behind my friends.

I stood next to Chunk as he started yelling. "They're gonna kill us!" Mikey ran up to him and muffled his screams.

"Shhh, Chunk. Shut up." I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to get the uneasiness out of my body. The boys slowly started to walk around to the other side of the porch. I couldn't, however, get my feet to move from that spot. I waited for them to come back around as Chunk spotted a soda cooler.

"Soda Pop! Oh, boy, am I thirsty!" He opened the lid, but was disappointed to find nothing inside. "Damn it." That made me even more uneasy. If this place really was opened, then how come they didn't have any soda? And why is it so dirty? And then before I knew it Chunk had left me to. I started to turn around and walk home, but then what would happen if something really was wrong here and hurt my friends? I wouldn't be able to live with myself. I wouldn't be able to do much, though, to help I mean, but I could try. I let out a frustrated sigh as I walked onto the porch and tried to look through a window. The only problem was it was too dirty to look through. I pushed away from the window and stomped my foot in frustration. I saw the boys coming twords me.

"What happened?" I asked.

"We saw someone inside. Come on." Mikey said.

"Mikey, I don't think we should go in there."

"It's fine, Lux." The boys pulled open the door and started to head in. All of a sudden Chunk comes running out of nowhere. I could tell he was trying to yell, scream, say something, but the only thing he could manage was a wheezing sound and to flail his arms everywhere.

My heart jumped to my throat as I watched Data turn to him and shh him. Mouth grabed my arm and pulled me inside. I stood next to Mouth, holding onto his jacket like it depended on my life. I looked around the restaurant. There was no way it was opened. There were cobwebs everywhere. And probably spiders to. The thought almost made my knees let out.

Now, I had always consider myself pretty courageous, but spiders were definitely my weakness, plus, at that moment I wasn't feeling very brave. It was dusty and dark inside, my eyes had to adjust to the lighting. I could tell there was no heat because it was almost colder inside than out.

"This place is a summer restraunt?" Mouth started. Just his voice in the silence of the room was nerve wracking. I hit him trying to get him to shut up, but my hit was more of a 'I tried to hit you, but I think I'm going to fall so I'm going to hold onto you instead'. "Looks like it hasn't been opened for ten summers."

"How long have you boys been at that window?" I squealed and jumped around to see a women standing in the way of the door. I was so shocked I couldn't even be phased at the fact she called me a boy.

"Long enough to see you need about four hundred roach motels in this place." I made a mental note to punch Mouth in the face when we get out of here alive. Well, if we get out of here alive, that is.

I heard someone say something, but I couldn't tell what it was before something crashed. I squealed again and turned to see a man yelling.

"How the hell am I supposed to create with that smithsonian piece of sh..." The man trailed off as he noticed us. He kept walking towrds us as we all shook with fear. Then he said something in a different language, Italian, I think.

"Jake, these boys are customers." I still couldn't get mad at the fact she called me a boy. The man said something again in Italian. This time the women responded in Italian too. And I'm pretty sure somewhere in there she used a curse word.

The man's face lit up with recognition and said something else. Then he turned to us. "Boys eh," then the man looked at me. "And girl." For some reason I felt even more exposed with my gender fimaly recognized. "You make yourselves comftable, eh?" He grabed Chunk and Mikey's cheeks. Like something your Great Aunt would do. The man said something to the woman, his mom, I guess, in Italian again.

He turned back to us and said, "She's gonna cook you something."

"What do you want?" The women yelled in our ears. We all yelled in fear as we turned to look at her.

"Lots of....water." Data said.

The only thing Chunk could say was water in that wheezing thing he does.

"Four waters. Is that all?" I nodded my head.

"Yes, ma'am." I said.

"No." Mouth shook from my grasp. "I want a Vscallopinipini. I want a Fettucini Alfredo. A bottle of Fettucini 1981." Mouth brought his fingures up to his mouth and kissed them. The women grabed Mouth's jaw and squeezed his cheeks. His tounge poped out of his mouth. She pulled out a pocket knife.

"The only thing we serve here is tounge. You boys like tounge?" Yet again, she called me a boy, but I could care less. I put my hands over my mouth as if I could feel it by my tounge. I shook my head as she let out a laugh. She pushed Mouth toward us as she put the pocket knife away. We all backed up into a table as she yelled, "Sit down!" We all instantly found our butts in chairs around the table.

A/N: I tried to add more thoughts and feelings to Lux for you guys to get to know her better, so I hope you enjoyed that. Please comment, I love to hear what you guys think about Lux! Bye lovelies!