From behind, Skye wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing the ink on the right of his head. Finally, his fingers let go of the Rubik's Cube. He looked over his shoulder.

"Are you nervous?"

He shrugged his shoulders, avoiding her glance.

Obviously a 'yes'.

"You think he'll be there?"

Almost two months had passed since he had been stuck in the elevator. Somehow, the meeting with Raine had changed him; he was quieter, often lost in thoughts. After a few days he'd bought a Rubik's Cube. Whether it was meant to help him handle his stress or whether it was a silent memento of a lost friend, was hard to tell.

"Dunno. The Mayans will be there but maybe he's with his sister..."

Skye nodded. Every time she had a performance in the hospital, she stopped by at Oncology to see if there was a guy with a kutte around, but up to now she had been disappointed. She really wanted to meet him, she was very curious to the type of guy having such a huge influence on her best friend.

"I hope he won't be around," Juice muttered. "I'm sure it will be fucking awkward if he is."

"It won't." She squeezed his shoulders. "I'm with you, remember? Awkwardness is impossible around me. Come on, let's go!"

Sighing, Juice got up. His fingers stroked the colored cube, then his hands slipped into his pockets.


On events like this, Skye never knew where to look. Bikes – as far as the eye could see. She loved to watch them, it always reminded her of her wish to get her license too. One day. If she ever had the money.

It always filled her with joy, seeing how all clubs shoved their rivalry to the side on days like these. She loved to go to fundraisers. This one was organized by an organisation standing up for disabled bikers; whether they were born with a handicap or had been in an accident. Because of the danger all bikers were familiar with, it was something that bound them.

Happily, she hooked her arm with Juice's while they followed the other Sons to the terrain. It didn't take long before they found the members of the other charters. Juice greeted some people he knew and Skye did the same. Once she'd said hi to everyone whose face looked familiar, she dropped down in the grass. Putting on her sunglasses, she rubbed sunscreen over her arms and face.

After putting the bottle in her purse, she looked around. Close to them sat a group of Mayans. She peeked to the side, smiling when she saw that they had attracted Juice's attention as well. She let him be for a moment, his breathing showed her how tense he felt.

Curiously she watched the Mayans. Most of them were a little older than them. One at the side caught her eye, since he was blowing bubbles. A little girl stood next to him, dancing and jumping while trying to catch the bubbles.

It was probably the cutest thing she had ever seen, a bubble blowing biker. When his eyes fluttered into their direction, she smiled. He didn't seem to see it, he looked just past her.

Her eyes shot to Juice, who had bent his head. His cheeks were flushing.

Occasionally, Skye had wondered if her friend had a little crush on the Mayan. It would explain why it was so hard for him to forget about the guy. Still she had brushed it off – as far as she knew, Juice had never had feelings for someone of the same sex. This time she wasn't making assumptions either; she knew how socially awkward her friend could be, whether it was around guys or girls.

She leaned into him. "It's the one with the bubbles, right?"

He snapped up his head.

She chuckled at the sight of his wide eyes.

"How did you know?"

"I saw him looking at you."

"Y-you did?" Juice stammered. His eyes shot back to the group of men.

She laughed quietly. Whether he was in love or had a desperate wish to become friends – it was cute either way.

"Is that his kid?" she asked curiously.

Juice shook his head, softly answering: "No, she's his niece. The daughter of his sick sister."

"Go talk to him," she encouraged him.

"Wouldn't that be stupid?" he muttered. "It's been two months since we talked. I wouldn't know what to say to him." His head was bent, his thumb tracing the ink lines on his left arm. "Maybe I was the only one feeling that click. Maybe I'm the only one who wants to be friends."

"Sweetie, you're the best friend someone can wish for. Of course he wants to be friends with you."

He sighed. "But I can't just walk over to him. I'm sure I will make a fool of myself."

Knowing Juice when he was nervous... yeah, he was probably right.

"Shall I ask him out?" she mused. "He looks like a great guy. Then I take him home for a drink afterwards. You'd have an excuse to see each other without your brothers getting suspicious."

Juice looked skittishly at her. "Won't that be stupid?" he muttered.

"Doing nothing is stupid, Juice."

"Then what are you going to do? Just heading over to him and ask him out?"

"Why not? He's surrounded by his friends, you really think he dares to turn down a hot chick like me?"

He chuckled softly. Skye was happy to see him smile again.

Her glance slid back to Raine. He was taking a bag of chips from a girl, who sat down next to him. "Hey, that's Sammy," she said in surprise.

Juice looked up. "You know his sister?"

"Yeah, she helps me with the puppet show now and then."

One day, Skye found her being all upset in the hallway, in tears because of her sister's disease. To distract her, she had asked the girl if she'd like to help her with the performance. She had even filled in for her partner one time.

"This is perfect! I'm going to say hi to her, hang out with them and then you can join me a little later. Nobody of your friends will think that's weird. They all know how

protective you are of me."

She patted his knee, got up and walked to the group of Mayans.

"Hey Sam! How nice to see you here!" She flopped down next to the girl.

"Oh hi! Umm... this is my brother, Raine."

With a smirk that was a little too obvious, Skye looked at the biker while shaking his hand. His arms were muscular, the tattoos on them gleaming. There was a calculating look in Raine's eyes; he must have seen her sitting next to Juice.

"Hey," she said. "Nice to meet you. Actually, I wanted to ask you out."

Okay, plan B was set in motion. In case Juice was too chicken to join her. Which he most probably was.


Raine looked a little bewildered at the girl. Well... That one had a sharp tongue. She looked a little too eccentric for his taste, but she seemed nice.

"Why's that?" he asked, lifting the corner of his mouth. He had seen her sit next to Juice and was curious to see if she would mention him.

"You're hot," she winked. "Juice told me how you helped him with the Rubik's Cube. That thing is his new hobby now so I thought: maybe you can get me a new hobby too."

He smirked. She was funny. "Hell, why not?"

His eyes wandered to the Son – which wasn't the first time today. Their encounter never completely let go of him; every time he stepped into an elevator, he thought about the biker. It might be nice to talk to him again, and a place like this was suitable for it. However, not as long as he kept sitting with his brothers.

"Awesome!" she replied, her eyes beaming with enthusiasm. She handed him her phone. "Just put your number in it!"

He chuckled because of her determination, leaving his number in it. He was actually curious to this friend of Juice.

"How's he doing?" he asked. "No more panic attacks?"

"Not that I know of! Your Rubik's Cube works wonders."

"It always helps me too!" Sammy said.

The two engaged in a conversation of which his attention drifted away. He turned a little more towards his brothers. It was cool to be around the guys of Santo Padre again. He didn't feel the need to participate in their conversation, but he liked listening to their voices.

After a while, his eyes were attracted to the Son again. He didn't know why, for some reason the guy looked a little lost, as if he wasn't at the place where he wanted to be. When Juice got up and lined up for a food court, Raine decided that was neutral ground.

"I'm going to get a hotdog," he told his sister. "You keep an eye on Sasha?"

She nodded and he stood up.


Juice didn't like the fact that Mouse had gone to Raine. What the hell would he think of him now? She had quite a striking appearance. If Raine had really looked at him, he would know she was here with him. What would they talk about? Would she tell him her roommate had talked about him? The thought of it made his hands clammy and he wiped them on his jeans.

"Hey," a voice sounded behind him.

Juice had the feeling he couldn't breath. It was him. He would recognize that voice everywhere. But was he talking to him? Or to someone else? He didn't dare to turn around, instead he stared forward, pretending he hadn't heard him.

The nudge against his shoulder was so unexpected it almost made him fall. He snapped his head to the side and was met by Raine's grin.

"You day dreaming about that chick behind the counter?"

Juice felt his ears glow. Shit – it was really hot today. He manned up, answering: "Yeah, thanks for ending that dream." He rolled his eyes playfully, but smirked slightly to let him know he was joking.

Juice noticed that his palms felt even clammier than before and his heart was racing in his chest. At first he didn't understand where that sudden stress was coming from, then he realized it was better if no one saw them together. Nervously he looked around.

"Relax," Raine said. "This day we celebrate the brotherhood, right?" He wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "We're just settin' a good example. If someone asks how we know each other, we just tell 'em we're high school homies who haven't seen each other in ten years. As long as they think we see each other sporadically, they won't care."

Juice breathed in sharply now they were standing so close. Suddenly he felt a bit nauseous. He hated his nervousness – he didn't even know where it was coming from, why he was so afraid of what his brothers would think of him. Raine's excuse would work.

"You're gonna join the races?" Raine asked, taking his arm away. His hands slipped into his pockets.

Juice shook his head. "No, motor races aren't really my thing."

"Mine neither. Two of my friends like it tho, think it's their turn about half an hour. You wanna watch the race with me?"

Juice swallowed. An unknown feeling streamed through his veins; overwhelming but pleasant. The fact that they were talking right now, did that mean Raine had felt that click too? Did he also long for a friendship? For the first time in days his lips remembered how to form a genuine smile. "Yeah, cool."

He took a few steps forward since a gap had formed. Raine walked with him. Once they stood still, their elbows touched and again there was that jolt-like sensation. Raine pulled away his arm. Juice's eyes flashed aside, and he almost forgot how to breathe when the Mayan caught his glance. Immediately Raine's eyes shot into another direction, as if he neither knew what the hell this was.

Confused, Juice looked down. He felt so awkward he didn't know what to say. When Raine remained silent, he wondered if he felt the same.

Silently, they shoved towards the front of the row. Juice bit his lip, looking for something to say. One more minute and he would have his hotdog – then what? Should he wait for him or walk away? Did Raine still want to watch the races with him? Or did he think Juice was behaving like an idiot; hadn't he felt that strange sensation at all?

Cautiously he peeked aside. Raine was staring forward. His frown told Juice that he was deep in thoughts. Juice wondered what he was thinking of, but he didn't dare to ask.

It was his turn to buy food.

He cleared his through. "Uh – you want something too?"

Raine shook his head lightly, as if he was trying to shake off his thoughts. "Hmm?"

"Umm... It's my turn. So umm... you want to eat something too?" he floundered.

A brief grin crossed Raine's face. "Well I'm not in line because it's so much fun, so yeah I plan to buy some food."

Juice felt his cheeks glow. Awkwardly, he toyed with the chain on his pants. "Yeah, I get that." It obviously wasn't like he had joined the line just to talk to him, it had just been a coincidence. Suddenly he felt fucking stupid. "Ummm what do you want, I mean. I mean – obviously a hotdog, but with sauce? And you want something to drink?"

"Oh, that's what you meant..." He ran a hand across his head, smiling like Juice used to do when he didn't feel comfortable. "Nah I'll pay myself."

"I don't mind," Juice said softly. "Just tell me what you want."

Their eyes met. From his chest, a paralyzing feeling was spreading through his stomach and arms. He didn't know why, but he just couldn't look away. It felt like he could see so many things in his eyes; things he was longing for, things he needed... without knowing what kind of things they were.

In the end it was Raine who tore his glance away, watching the price list. Juice thought to see a pink tinge on his cheeks, but he wasn't sure. Somehow the thought that he wasn't the only one feeling... overwhelmed, comforted him. Was this what they called the soul mates experience? He'd never thought about that concept before, but he didn't know how else to explain his weird feelings.

"I'll go for a hotdog with mayo and a can of orange," Raine dragged him out of his thoughts.

Juice nodded, turned his attention to the sales girl and summed up the order. A few seconds later they left the line, food in their hands and looking around a little awkwardly.

"Wanna sit there?" Raine nodded to a few large picknick tables. People with various kuttes were sitting at them, they wouldn't stand out.

"Yeah, sure."

They sat down next to some other people, with enough space between them to sit apart. Raine was sitting across from him.

When nobody was staring at them, Juice felt a little more relaxed and he started to eat the hotdog.

"Oh, I should thank you," Raine started after a while. There was a hint of amusement in his eyes. "I guess you got me a date."

"You mean with Mouse?"

"Mouse? I thought she said her name was Skye."

"Yeah, Skye. I dunno, I always call her Mouse."

"Because she's so small?"

He shrugged his shoulder. He didn't even know why.

"Anyway. I'm not stealing a chick you like now, right?"

Juice shook his head. "No man, Mouse and I had our time."

"Hmm..." He smirked. "Good."

Juice didn't know why, but the look in Raine's eyes made him feel a little shy and he quickly turned his attention to his food. He hoped Raine wasn't expecting something big of the date. It would be quite a downer when he would fall in love with Skye, only to find out that she was dating him because Juice wanted to be friends with him...