So I decided to do prompt 2, but I'm also going to do prompt 1. While I post chapters for this one, I'll be working on a draft for the other, so after this story is done, or I get to a comfortable spot in the story, I'll post prompt 1.

Hope you guys like :D

-Mack POV-

"Mack!" Brady called, skidding into the shop with a grin on his face. Mack stepped out from behind the counter to greet him, returning the smile.

"Hey, why are you here so early?" she asked, pulling her hair up in one so that it wasn't obscuring her face.

Brady bit his lip and tucked his hands into his swim trunk pockets, most likely playing with the wax for his board, if Mack remembered correctly. "I know we planned for three, but the storm looks like it's about to let up in a couple of minutes. Do you mind if we head out now?"

"Head out where?" Her grandfather stood in the doorway wearing a confused look.

Mack swiveled around and clamped a hand over Brady's mouth before he could say anything. If when she used to date him taught her anything, it was that Brady was a terrible liar and began to stutter and fidget when under pressure.

"We planned a trip to the beach, grandpa. We haven't hung out in a while, you know? School and all that junk." she tossed in a grin for good measure.

He eyed them suspiciously, but moved out of the doorway and swept a hand out. "Go ahead."

Mack gave him a quick hug, then disappeared around the corner to get the board she now labeled as hers, then left with Brady.

"Last one at Wet Side has to pay for whatever the other wants!" Brady yelled from over his shoulder, laughing.

"You're on!"

[Brady's POV]

In the end Brady had won, solely for the fact that he'd gotten up from the sand faster than she had. In the distance, Big Momma's shack was one of the only things around. Taking Mack's hand, he helped her up from the ground and they both trudged over to the hang out.

"Ladies first," he said, bowing slightly. He caught her rolling her eyes before he was pushed into the shack. Immidately, heads turned and eyes lit up. They were both mobbed by a group of Bikers, and Brady lost Mack in the crowd. He wasn't worried.

"Brady!" Lela pushed her way to the front and grinned at Brady, her eyes sparkling with mirth.

"Lela, it's been a while, huh?" he asked. His voice was nearly drowned out by the chatter that was going around, but Lela nodded and pulled him towards the back where the chatter was mere background noise. They both sat at the booth in the corner.

"It's good to have you guys back!" Lela exclaimed, touching his arm lightly.

Brady laughed. "It's good to be back. Mack and I have been planning to come back ever since we left, how have you guys been?"

"It's been such a drag," she replied, rolling her eyes, "Everything is just so different now, you know?"

"Wha-" Brady's face contorted into confusion, "I thought different was a good thing-uniting with the Surfers and not having to hide your love for Tanner."

He definitely caught the small wince when he mentioned Tanner's name. "What changed?"

"Tanner and I..." she trailed off and looked away biting her lip. "Tanner and I aren't going steady anymore."

At Brady's incredulous stare, she hurried to correct herself. "I-I mean, the spark went out and we ended it on the same terms..."

"I feel like there's a 'but' in there somewhere." Brady rubbed at his face.

Her cheeks pinked. "But, when I told Butchy, he freaked out. By the time he had gathered the Bikers to rumble, the Surfers were there to do the same and both groups broke the truce.

"I tried to tell him we broke up because we weren't feeling it but he wouldn't listen."

Brady groaned softly, then stood with a smile. "I'll be back." And then he ran to find Mack.

Mack was holed up next to Butchy when Brady found her. She was laughing at something Lugnut had said, and CheeChee was doing that giggle that he found slightly annoying. Mack looked up, saw the look on his face, and pushed herself out of the booth. Once they found themselves in a corner, her smile slipped off and a worried look replaced it.

"What's wrong? You look like you saw death."

"Mack," he hissed, "The turf war is back on."

"What do you mean it's back on, I thought we fixed that!" Her tone of voice was bordering on hysterics. Having another turf was would mean that none of the groups would stop until they got what they wanted.

"Tanner and Lela? They broke up, and both groups took offence to it. They broke the truce, Mack!"

Almost as if on cue, the doors to Big Momma's opened and the Surfers strolled in, smelling of ocean and sand. Every head turned to the intruders, and Butchy stood, a look of menace on his face. "What are you washed up Surfers doing here?"

Seacat, who had been originally laughing at something Rascal had said, immediately took the defense. "I could be asking you the same thing, rat."

As the glaring contest of doom continued, the tension in the room began to increase steadily. Mack watched it all happen with horror. "Oh no," she groaned. "This is not going to be good."

"You're telling me," Brady replied.

Sooo, what'd you thiinkkk? I didn't really like the first chapter, but then again, I tend to do bad on first chapters, then go back to writing normally after.

This was the Biker's chapter + their side of the story, and the next chapter is going to be the Surfers + their side of the story :)