Bluey X Mackenzie Novels & Stories

Mackenzie replies with a mischievous tone in her voice, and I can't help but feel excited about her plan. I hop into my car and drive to the address Mackenzie gave me. As soon as I pull up to her driveway, she rushes out of her house, and we speed off. "So, Mac, where are we headed?" I inquire. Mackenzie guides me to the spot where the boys usually gather, and true to her word, they are there, completely unaware of our presence. Without hesitation, Mackenzie and I sneak over to where they've left their surfboards leaning against a wall and swiftly snatch them. We bring the boards back to my car, apply super glue to the seats, and return them to their original spot. Then, we retreat to my car

I can feel it. Getting up, she runs in the direction of where I left my clothing and I tell her to inform Blue that we are on our way back. Blue replies and says that Mackenzie is watching her favourite movie as she waits for me. Back to where I left my clothing, I can feel Red’s heart swelling with bursting emotions as my own for, we are in her form. She is- giddy- I guess in mate world- in love. I do not know if to be happy or sad. I am happy for her yes but sad at the same time.

Mackenzie says as she walks over Mackenzie was one of those girls who only wore black and smoked and stuff. She is a great friend to Amber-Rose and me and always makes sure we don't follow her lead and start smoking and stripping as she does. Yup, she's a stripper too. Any guy would want Mackenzie, she had confidence and self-assurance and she's a little rude. Her body was the perfect hourglass every girl wanted. Her hair was wavy and black and she was very beautiful.

A tall girl with bright red braids passed by and muttered, “Takes guts.” Blue smiled at her. She didn’t smile back. But she didn’t spit on us either. And in this world, that was progress. --- Claire met us at the lockers, coffee in one hand, a muffin in the other. “I assume your weekend was... magical,” she said, giving Blue a smirk. “I don’t kiss and tell,” he replied, reaching for Elias’s locker door like it was his own. “But you do kiss,” she teased. Blue turned pink.

“I’m Mackenzie. But my friends call me Mackie. What’s your name?” “I’m Bloom and I’m six. And that’s Zion. He’s my baby brother. He cries sometimes… well, he cries a lot but, as his big sister, I’m helping my mummy take care of him. I give him a bottle because he can’t eat real food yet. He’s too little.” Wyatt followed Mackenzie’s gaze as it swung to Bloom’s brother nestled in her mother’s arms as she approached. That wistful look in Mackenzie’s eyes intensified. She scrambled out of the car, smiling at the woman.

Feeling giddy, Mikayla put on the bracelet and did a little spin for the guests. Cory let out a whistle. “Ben, this must have cost you a pretty penny.” Ben grinned. “All that matters is that Mikayla loves it.” Turning around, Ben walked toward me. He held a smaller carton and passed it to me. “This one’s for you, Kaycee.” I set my drink down and took the box. The packaging was very basic, without even a seal sticker. I peeked inside and found a generic blind-box plushie. It was from an old series that had been popular two years back.

“Hey, stranger. How's the world of blueprints treating you?” Charlotte’s face lit up as she turned to see Elijah, her best friend, standing there with his trademark grin. Elijah, tall, with dark hair and striking green eyes, he had an easygoing charm that drew people in. With his signature easygoing grin, Elijah had always been her rock, the one person who could make her laugh even on her worst days. They’d been through everything together, and his presence always managed to bring out the best in her, no matter how stressful her day was. .

That feeling I often got out of the blues. Someone was watching. I turned around, my eyes searching the flicking blue and red lights. Searching over the tens of students. And then to the the balcony that the staircase had. And there he was. Ace Beckham stood. His hand on a red cup, his fingers tracing its tip in round circles. But his eyes was not on cup. Or the students. Or the girl who stood next to him—Mackenzie Mc-Carly. The cheer captain and Queen of greenwoods high.

Skylar said softly. “Oh Wes, He's precious! look at those eyes! Has anyone ever told you you're gorgeous?” Mackenzie asked, and the Omega blushed and shook his head. ‘Me? Gorgeous? That's funny!’ Skylar thought. “Well, you are! Come, my mate is dying to meet you,” Mackenzie said as she wrapped her arm around Skylar, and dragged him away from Weston. Weston's mouth hung open and he threw his hands in the air. “Hey! That's my mate, ya know!” Weston whined.