_ Chapter Three _

The drive wasn't long. Big Momma's was located near the beach, right opposite the beautiful ocean. The entrance faced the sand and sea. The sun had already began to set, the bright warm orange glow casted across the clear blue water and lighting up the sand. The soft sound of the waves crashing against the shore was soothing and mesmerizing. There were a few people out on the beach still, some surfers and some regular everyday people. There were also a few people sitting at the tables outside of the diner, chatting happily amongst each other. Beautiful bright lights lit up the terrain, casting beautiful shadows on the exterior of the diner.

As they neared the parking lot, the Thompson family found two empty spaces. Henry parked the minivan in one space while Sam parked his bike besides it. The rumbling of the bike's engine had once again caught the attention of the people around. Surfers immediately glanced over as their nerves began to get jumpy. Bikers were never a good sign but this certain biker was alone and had no patch on his leather jacket to show that he was a Rodent.

As Henry, Lucia, and Lucas slid out of the minivan, they turned to walk with Sam towards the entrance of Big Momma's. The few surfers outside could only watch this curiously. Bikers didn't tend to come to Big Momma's with their family members. In fact, Big Momma's was mostly a hangout spot for teens and adolescents.

As they neared the doors, Henry took Lucia's hand in his own and together they entered the small diner. Lucas followed after them with Sam entering last. The few patrons inside, mostly surfers had turned to see who was arriving. They had heard the familiar sound of a Harley and were curious as to who it was as they had only heard one bike. Bikers always came together so what was this biker doing all alone?

Henry and Lucia were the first ones inside and the surfers didn't seem to mind the married couple who came in holding hands and chattering happily with each other. Lucas was the next one inside and the surfers immediately smiled. Lucas was no doubt a surfer like them and they were all willing to let him join their group. They could tell the three were all new and they were rather glad that their son was a surfer like them. Seacat and Rascal had both stood to approach the new people when suddenly Sam came strutting in.

The sound of boots against the ground was what froze them in their tracks. Tight jeans were next then came the dark leather jacket and lastly the oiled and gelled up hair of a biker. Once again, the same questions went through their minds. Who was this lone biker? He clearly wasn't a Rodent. So who was he?

Sam could feel the stares as he removed his sunglasses and slid them into place in the pocket of his shirt. Turning away, he followed his family towards a small booth to the right of the diner. As soon as he slid in to sit, a waitress approached them with a small smile and four menus. She handed them each one before questioning if they were new to town. When they all answered with a 'yes', she welcomed them to town before telling them she would return when they were ready to order.

When she returned five minutes later, they all told her their orders as she scribbled it down in her small notepad. Tucking all the menus under her arm, she said their food would be ready soon before vanishing into the kitchen.

By the time their food arrived, the surfers inside stopped staring at Sam and returned to their own activities. They were still wary of him but since he was with his family, they guessed he wouldn't dare cause any trouble. After all, even bikers still listened to their mom and dad? Right?

Halfway through their delicious meal, the Thompson family's conversation came to a pause when the loud rumbling of multiple bikes could be heard. The surfers immediately tensed up and turned to face the door. Silence enveloped the diner as they all waited for the Rodents to enter.

"What's going on?" Lucia whispered as she became nervous. She knew the kind of trouble that could occur between rivalries. After all, her husband and oldest son were bikers and they never got along well with a few groups.

Back in their old home, there were multiple biker gangs and there were rivalries amongst some of the groups and others. But there had also been other groups. Like the wealthy Socs with their fancy clothes and nice cars. And the small surfer groups that also inhabited the town. Lucia could never stand fights and honestly feared that one day a fight would take the life of her husband and son. They both were hotheaded and were always up for a fight. Never once did they back down from one. Lucas was the opposite. He had Lucia's calm demeanor and preferred to talk things out instead of settling things with fists.

"Looks like there's a biker gang here." Henry spoke as his eyes seemed to light up. "Maybe you could make friends with them." He stated while nudging Sam's shoulder.

Sam shook his head as he turned to face his family. "I doubt they would want an outsider around especially one who is a part of another group."

"Doesn't seem like the surfers take too kindly to them." Lucas states as he studies the group of surfers who had huddled together.

As the sound of the bikes died down, time seemed to tick by as everyone inside awaited for the group to step inside. The doors swung open and the first biker stepped in. Lugnut was the first inside and he adjusted his jacket before making his way over to claim a booth. Struts and Cheechee were next. They each loudly popped their gum before making their way over to the booth Lugnut had chose. More and more bikers began to pour in, settling at the open tables and booths by the doors. Lela came in afterwards and quietly made her way to the counter to order a drink.

At that point, the Thompson family seemed to lose interest. Lucia simply muttered something about teenagers before returning to her meal. Henry chuckled as he took one last look over the bikers before he too returned to his meal. Lucas kept watching them and watching the reactions that came from the surfers who slowly began to disperse. Seacat, Rascal, and Giggles all stood side by side as they watched the doorway.

Lucas had begun to look away when a flicker of movement caught his eye. A tanned brunette surfer slowly rose from his table so that he could stand beside them. He was wearing surf shorts, sandals, and an open beach shirt. With a wide bright smile, the teen began to tow his friends back towards the table.

"But Tanner..." Giggles began to protest and Lucas now finally knew this beautiful stranger's name.

Sam swiveled around back in his seat to dig into his food but paused when the doors opened once more. Brief silence settled in once more as the last remaining biker walked in.

He wasn't a tall one but his muscular build definitely made up for it. He had tight dark jeans and black boots. He wore a bright red shirt and a leather vest with two fingerless leather gloves. He didn't seem to have much oil or gel in his brown hair but it worked for him. Bright brown eyes skimmed across the diner before flicking over to the table where his friends were seated in when Struts exclaimed in her high pitched voice, "Butchy!"

Butchy? Now that was an interesting name indeed, Sam thought as he continued to stare. Sam wasn't sure why but he couldn't quit staring at him. He was a very attractive young man that part was quite obvious. Sam looked away as he felt something stir inside of him. What was this feeling he felt inside him?

With a shake of his head, he suddenly realized his mom was speaking to him. "What?"

Lucia sighed as she held her hand out to him, handing him a few bucks. "I was asking if you could go pay for us while we waited for you outside."

"Oh yeah...of course." Sam cleared his throat before taking the money and slowly rising from his seat.

"Can I wait for Sam?" Lucas asked as he and his parents rose from their own seats.

"Of course. We'll start the car, bud." Henry ruffles his youngest son's hair before heading outside with his wife by his side.

Lucas waited by the doorway as he began to fiddle with both thumbs. Sam was already halfway to the counter when he felt the stares. The surfers were once again studying him, curious about him. The bikers were intrigued by him as they watched him walk by.

As Sam stopped in front of the cash register to pay for the meal, Butchy looked over from his seat and froze. A biker. An unknown biker in his town. Butchy studied him a bit before turning to speak to his group of friends.

"Who is that?" Butchy asked in his unique accent as he pointed a finger in Sam's direction. His friends looked over and shrugged.

"Beats me!" Struts exclaimed as she popped her gum and began to twirl around a strand of hair.

"I heard he recently moved here with his family." Cheechee explained with a small nod.

"Yeah! I saw him ride in on his Harley and boy was that a nice bike!" Lugnut said with a whistle.

"Oh that bike parked next to the minivan was his?" Butchy asked as he glanced back over at Sam who had just finished paying. "Got to give it to him! He has good taste!"

"And he's cute!" Stays exclaimed as Cheechee and her began to giggle. Butchy rolled his eyes but as he studied Sam, he realized they were right. No! What was he doing finding another guy cute?!

Quickly shaking his head as if that would help him clear his thoughts, Butchy spoke once more. "I think I might go introduce myself to him!"

As the leader of the Rodents began to rise from his seat, Sam headed towards the door and smiled when he saw his brother. Throwing an arm around his shoulders, he smiled down at his kid brother as they both exited the diner. Butchy watched in horror before slowly lowering himself back to his seat.

"His brother is a surfer?!" He exclaims with wide eyes.

"How do they even get along?!" Cheechee exclaims as she watches the pair of brothers leave with wide eyes.

As Sam and Lucas left the diner, Lucas turned to look at his brother before speaking. "You saw what happened in there, right?"

"Yeah I did. Bikers and surfers don't seem to like each other." Sam mumbled as they walked over to the minivan.

Both their parents were already inside the car and waved as they approached the lot. Sam and Lucas waved before Sam moved towards his bike. Lucas watched him before hopping into the back of the minivan as Sam started his bike and pulled his helmet on.

The minivan pulled out onto the street and headed off in the direction of the house. Sam took one last glance at Big Momma's before following the minivan afterwards. This sure was an interesting town and it would only get more intriguing.