A/N: New story based on the song `Uptown Girl' if you hadn't guessed. I am enjoying writing this, don't worry it is a Taker fic as my Mark muse keeps bugging me. Young Lust will be updated soon I've just been getting carried away with this one. Enjoy!

I am just a normal person. With normal dreams and normal ambitions. I am a normal looking person with normal looking clothes.

"Scrap that" She muttered to herself hitting the backspace button. She sighed running her fingers through her thick brown hair which constantly in her eyes looked untidy. Rayne Finch was a 23 year old writer who lived in Chicago. Her first book was a bestseller, almost all the lonely housewives read it at least twice, she had seen it in numourous amounts of airports.
Yet she found inspiration such a hard battle.

She picked up her navy blue mug putting the rim against her lips only withdrawing when she realised the cup was empty.
"My life is such a bore!" She yelled through her house as she went into the kitchen.
Truthfully it was. Her mother and father were filthy rich, her sister made sure she was rolling in every single cash flow. Her sister, Jillian was the princess, the jewel the one her parents constantly told her to look up to. But what was there to look up to? The long blonde hair, always pristine perfect. The elegance of a swan, the sex life of a whore and the breasts of a barbie. If that was what her parents were hinting at: No thanks!
Rayne lived in her own world with her own rules and her own way of doing things. She never ever relied on her parents wealth in fact the only wealth she shared was the gifts her mother frequently sent her to `persuade' her to get in contact. Her parents, mother in specific, tried to rule over Rayne's life as she didn't approve of her being a writer.
"It's a job for people with one mere talent darling" Her mom would always remind her.
But writing always entertained her, expanded her imagine while writing. Afterall she did have a boring life.

The phone on the desk rang abrupptly making Rayne run to fetch it.
"Hello?"
"Rayne finally I have been trying to get through!"
"Oh. Gavin." She said rolling her eyes. Gavin was one of the many guys she had dated who brought her expensive things as many times as he could even after turning them down. He was a sweet guy really just not her type.
`Hell I don't even know my type' She thought to herself.
"I want to see you again Rayne it's been too long. A week to be precise"
`Not long enough' Rayne thought.
"Gavin I am really busy I have m-"
"Your book I know. But maybe you could continue your book with prehaps me staying round for a nightcap?"
Rayne almost choked.
"Gavin listen your a nice guy, really.." Rayne burrowed her eyebrows together, she needed something from prehaps a movie to help her out. "..It's not you it's me"
"Oh.." There was a moments pause "Oh"
"I'm sorry really I am. I have another call bye Gavin" Rayne hurried before hanging up. Thank god that was over.

Rayne got into the car with her mother, sighing. She looked foul, in a light green summer dress and white stillettos. Her mother insisted she wore them to their usual Saturday shop. But only the highstreets she knew her mother would never touch what she classed as "Downtown Chicago".

They pulled up outside a building, her mother trapsing inside the bank. Rayne took some cheques ready to pay when she stopped looking at the sign. Only the pay points were open, there was now an individual building where cheques were payable and that was a few streets down.
"Oh well let's go" Rayne said about to walk out the building.
"I'll call Je-"
"We can walk mom, it'll do you good" Rayne said rolling her eyes.
They walked down a few streets, Rayne having to stop her mother every five seconds from going into shops.
"Why can't you be more like Jillian, the darling" Her mom huffed.
They walked down some more, watching as the buildings went from posh to well less. In the highstreet shops place was Tattoo shops and car repair shops. The more thatwent on the more Rayne became interested. "Rayne are you sure we didn't miss something? Surely it can't be down here£ Her mother said reassuring herself.
"There it is" Rayne pointed.

Rayne cashed the cheque, noticing her mom wander off somewhere. Rayne took the oppotunity to run out the building and over the road. She was amazed by it, it had caught her eye when she had passed it. The big black Harley sat there in the shop window. She was so amazed she didn't realise she was nearly nose to nose with the glass pane.

"Michaels Motors, Kevin speaking how may I help?"
Michaels Motors was a Motorcycle and Car repair shop formed by a huge assed group of friends who were all good at the same thing. After scraping some money together they all pulled together to buy the most successful repair shop in Chicago.
Kevin put the phone down and ran a hand through his long blonde locks before walking into the back where Shawn was on the phone while Glen was underneath a big 12 by 12 Hummer, while singing along to Ozzy on the radio.
"Glen boy!" Kevin yelled
Glen slid from underneath it taking the piece of paper from Kevin.
"Gonna be here tomorrow"
Glen nodded going back underneath the vehicle.

There was a roar of an engine as a bright light flashed through the garage. Shawn got off the phone walking over to Mark as he parked the bike.
"Where have you been?" Shawn quizzed.
Mark took off his shades and pulled the keys out of the ignition.
"Collecting, Paul didn't tell you?" Mark asked which made Shawn growl.
"Paul doesn't tell me nothin" Shawn said walking with Mark to the front of the shop.

"Have you fixed Howie's motor yet?" Shawn asked as Mark prodded buttons on the cash register.
"Nearly just a little more then I'm done" Mark muttered.
"Kev what the hell are you doing?" Shawn yelled at Kevin who seemed to be staring at something. He really was going out of his mind here.
"Look" Kevin said with a chuckle. Shawn looked at the face pressed against the window looking up at the bike on show. Shawn raised an eyebrow and Kevin nodded giving a low whistle.
"High prices Kev" Shawn said, shaking his head. He could tell by what the woman was wearing but boy she sure looked hot wearing it.
"What so interestin?" Mark asked looking up from scanning a reciept. He looked at the woman peering at the Harley and smiled. He could barely tell what she looked like figure wise but her face made her look like an angel. All innocent looking. But Mark shook his head, relationships weren't his thing let alone with someone who was too expensive to touch.
Rayne contemplated going into the shop but didn't want to make a fool of herself with the little knowledge she had about bikes let alone everything else. But then she thought `To hell with it' and went in anyway.

She hissed as the bell on the door rang as she walked much for inconspiquous. The two guys by the till who were talking amongst themselves looked up. They were both quite good looking, one had long blonde hair with a matching goatee and a cheeky smile. The other had ash blonde hair tied up with some rough looking stubble.
"Can I help you hunny?" Kevin asked with a smile to which the woman blushed.
"Just looking" She managed to squeak out Kevin nodded and turned back to Shawn. Even though her back was to them she could feel there stares linger on her. She walked around the bike her eyes taking in every fine detail.
"Don't s'pose you guys have any spare shirts do ya?"
Rayne's ears perked up at the sound of the deep voice. She peered over at the huge topless man, he had tattoos running down the length of both of his arms and had a dark goatee with short black hair pushed back in a bandana. Her eyes widened, she couldn't get enough of his muscular chest, he was a god.
She snapped her head back to looking at the bike, blushing at the sudden thoughts she had in her head. This she didn't understand, she was used to men she didn't blush in fact she'd be the flirt but no these men gave her a sudden rush.
"Nope we don't but I need one of you guys to get the lovely woman over there to fill out the interest form"
Kevin and Mark groaned at the same time.
"Shawn why does it matter hwat they think of the store?" Kevin asked
"Customers always right guys remember that"
"You do it. I'm now on my break" Kevin said shoving the paper at Mark. He'd love to spend lotsof time with the woman but he didn't like paper work.
Mark growled and went over to the small woman, she must have been only 5"6 if that.
"Excuse me"
Rayne took a deep breath and turned around she had been listening to their conversation.
This was it she had to face the big man herself. `The big god with no shirt on' She corrected herslef before turning around.