Here's the first chapter! : ) I'm gonna be busy all weekend so I wanted to get something started before the weekend starts. That and I got a lot to do the next couple weeks till I head back to school. I'll try and get a couple more chapters posted if at all possible, then once I head back to school I'll keep jotting ideas down in my journal and I'll post whenever I can.

Disclaimer: I own no one besides my OC Kyra

Kyra Knightly

It was early Monday morning when Paul Jr. entered the Orange County Choppers shop. He yawned and stretched as he opened the door and stepped inside. The crew had been up late the night before trying to design the specialty bike for Bass Pro Shops and as far as Paul Jr. was concerned, they hadn't made much progress.

Paul opened the door to the room where he did most of his drawings, sketches and formulated ideas and stopped mid-step. His brow furrowed in confusion as he looked at the girl sitting in his chair. She was small in size, maybe five foot four inches in height and had shoulder-length brown hair with hazel highlights. Paul studied her for a moment longer before he cleared his throat to get her attention. She turned around at once and met Paul's gaze. Her light brown eyes were as striking as they were beautiful. Paul glanced away for a moment to collect his thoughts before he spoke.

"Um…who are you and why are you in my office?" he asked, sounding a bit more intimidating than he had intended to sound.

"Oh, I'm Kyra," said the young woman as she stood up and held out her hand, "Paul Sr. hired me for the new designer position."

"I'm Paul Jr., his son," replied Paul as he shook her hand, "And what new designer position? He didn't tell me anything about this."

Kyra shrugged, "All I know is that I was laid off at the Ford factory after the plant closed down and I put an ad in the paper saying that I was lookin' for a job. Next thing I know your dad called me and said he wanted me to come in and help design some bikes."

"Do you have any experience?" asked Paul Jr., skeptically.

"I've designed new paint schemes and different parts for cars and trucks at Ford," replied Kyra confidently, "I've done several sketches of bikes before just for fun…I always wanted to design my own bike. Your dad says you guys are doing a new line of bikes for women? That's where I come in…I'm supposed to help design and fabricate them."

Paul Jr. looked like he was going to explode, "A new line of bikes for women? Are you kidding me? I own half this damn company and he doesn't even tell me what the hell is going on!"

Kyra flinched a little at Junior's tone. Paul saw her reaction and forced himself to calm down. He took a deep breath and sighed.

"Okay, fine…whatever, I'm…I'm gonna go talk to him, okay? In the mean time, don't touch my stuff."

Kyra rolled her eyes in exasperation as Paul left the room, slamming the door behind him. This guy sure had a temper that was for sure. But little did Kyra know…this was merely the beginning…

…

"Dad, what the hell?" shouted Paul Jr. as he barged into his dad's office.

Paul Sr. whirled around in his office chair to face his enraged son. His eyes flashed dangerously as Junior yelled at him.

"What the hell is with this Kyra chic and this line of bikes for women? I own half this damn company so why don't I know anything about this? Shouldn't you at the very least ask my opinion about these things before you just go out and do them?"

"I founded this place, I'm your father, so I'll do whatever the hell that I want!" roared Senior. He lowered his voice a little before he continued, "I hired Kyra because she got laid off from her other job and she's an expert designer and we could use a woman's touch around here anyway. And yes I'm gonna start a new line of bikes designed for women and no I didn't tell you yet because I just decided this last night so I hadn't gotten around to telling you till now. Happy?"

Paul Jr. growled irritably as he shook his head, "Whatever, Dad…I'd just really appreciate knowing what the hell is going on in here once and awhile."

"Shut up and get to work," grumbled Senior, "I've got more important things to do than sit here and listen to you bitch about everything."

Junior cursed his dad under his breath as he stormed out of the room and headed back to the designing office.

…

Kyra looked up as Junior barged through the door for the second time that morning.

"Talk to your dad?" she asked as he sat down behind the desk that sat behind her station.

"Sort of," muttered Junior irritably as he pulled out a sketch pad and started drawing.

"So…what are you working on?" asked Kyra as she turned around in her seat to see what Paul Jr. was sketching.

"Why's it any of your business?" snapped Paul, "Aren't you supposed to be designing girly bikes or something?"

Kyra's eyes narrowed in anger, "Why do you have to be so rude? I just got here…I'm trying to figure out what I'm supposed to do and since you're part owner of this place I kinda was expecting to receive some sort of guidance from you."

Paul Jr. sighed and rubbed his tired, blood-shot eyes. He felt a tad guilty for snapping at the new girl, but he just didn't have the patience this morning to deal with training a newbie.

"You just do whatever the hell my dad tells you to do," muttered Paul, "Apparently that's what we all do around here now…no one else gets a say in what goes on."

Kyra frowned at the bitterness she heard in Paul's voice. She suspected that there was some sort of rift between Paul Jr. and Paul Sr. and whatever it was, it appeared to run pretty deep.

"Hey-o brother-man!" announced a goofy-looking man with long, curly red hair as he walked into the room, "Oh…and hello to you there 'mam."

Kyra smirked slightly as the goofy-looking guy reached for her hand and kissed the top of it. He wasn't a small man by any means and his long, red, curly hair looked like it was in desperate need of conditioner and a comb. He was wearing a short-sleeve t-shirt and shorts despite the fact that it was thirty degrees outside that morning.

"What do you want Mikey?" grumbled Paul, never looking up from his sketch pad.

"He's in a bad mood this morning apparently," said Kyra as she shot Paul Jr. a glare over her shoulder.

Mikey smirked at that, "Oh trust me sweetheart, my brother's always in a crappy mood."

Kyra raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Your brother?"

"Yep…he's the oldest, I'm the youngest," answered Mikey as he held out his hand, "I'm Mike, but everyone here calls me Mikey. I don't really have a specific title as to what I do around here. I'm sort of an assistant slash comedic relief guy."

"In other words he doesn't actually work here," grumbled Paul, "He walks around and acts like he's doing something or he annoys the hell outta me."

"He's such a kind man isn't he?" asked Mikey as he rolled his eyes at his older brother.

Kyra laughed, "Well I'm Kyra Knightly. Paul Sr. hired me to help design a new line of bikes for women."

"Is that so?" asked Mikey, sounding surprised, "That's pretty cool. Let me know if you need any help…I'm a little more in touch with my feminine side than that bitter young man over there."

Kyra stifled a laugh as Paul Jr. shot a glare at his little brother.

"Alright, alright I'm going," said Mikey, holding up his hands in mock surrender, "Don't shoot…sheesh."

"Your little brother's sweet," said Kyra after Mikey left.

"Yeah I guess," muttered Paul.

"Are you seriously gonna be like this all the time?" asked Kyra, already fed up with Paul's negative attitude.

"I'm just not in the mood to talk right now, okay?" asked Paul, trying his best to control his easily aroused temper.

"You okay?" asked Kyra, softening her voice when she saw the stress and worry in Paul's eyes, "You seem upset."

"Just stressed out," said Paul, "I've gotta get this design down by this afternoon so we can start fabricating or my dad's gonna blow a gasket and we're gonna be behind on the deadline."

"What bike are you designing?" pressed Kyra.

"We're making a specialty bike for Bass Pro Shops," answered Paul, "But I have no clue what to do…I mean how do you design a chopper for a company that sells things for people who go camping, hunting, and fishing? A chopper doesn't really fit into that picture."

"What if you don't make a chopper?" suggested Kyra, "What if you design an off-road bike?"

Paul stopped sketching and turned around to face Kyra, his gaze thoughtful as he mulled over what she said.

"Or you could do like a hybrid," she continued as she grabbed a sketch pad and started drawing, "Like…an off road bike but make it longer in the front, chopper-style. You could make it street legal while at the same time make it durable enough to go off-roading in. Use off-road tires and make the front and rear pieces out of plastic…maybe put them up higher like this…then you could design mud flaps but make them look more like something you'd find on a chopper…maybe something like this…"

Paul Jr. watched in fascination as Kyra sketched away. A few minutes later he was staring at an amazing drawing of a chopper/off-road bike hybrid. He shook his head in disbelief.

"How the hell did you come up with that?" he asked, in awe.

Kyra shrugged and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, looking somewhat sheepish and self-conscious.

"I dunno…it's just an idea. I get an idea and just sort of run with it and see where it goes I guess."

"This…this is amazing," breathed Paul as he studied the sketch. He looked up at Kyra and met her light-brown gaze. He looked away for a moment, unsettled by the striking color of her eyes and the fact that he was about to humble himself and ask for her help, "Do you…would you like to maybe help me fabricate this? I mean…whenever you're not busy designing the women's bikes that is…but only if you want to, I mean if you don't…"

"Sure," said Kyra with an amused smile, "I'll see what I can do."

"Thanks," muttered Paul as he studied the drawing some more, "Can I borrow this? I want to scan it onto the computer and play around with some paint schemes."

"Sure," said Kyra, smiling both from the satisfaction that she'd come up with a brilliant design on her first day on the job and from the fact that she had just proven herself to one of the owners of Orange County Choppers.

She watched Paul Jr. scan the image and start playing around with different color schemes and design ideas. Despite the fact that he seemed a bit irritable and moody, in her opinion…he was definitely easy on the eyes…

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