_ Chapter Five _

{Author's Note: This chapter was long overdue. Apologies for such a late and short post. But I realized that I'm much better at writing from Sam's point of view. Haha. But I am very excited to get back into writing this story! And I hope you are too! Enjoy! }

His research had proven successful. The waves in Funicello, California were a million times better than back in his old town. Lucas spent that entire morning, enjoying the rush of surfing and the cool ocean spray that splashed across his features. Drenched from head to toe, Lucas decided to take a break as his body had begun to ache a bit.

Trudging through the water to reach the shoreline, Lucas gently laid his yellow surfboard onto the sand before settling onto the ground beside it. He wore only swim shorts as he had thrown his sandals and shirt down by Sam's Harley.

The warm morning Sun bathed his tanned skin in a dark orange glow as a warm sensation spread from head to toe. Leaning back on the palms of his hands, Lucas tilted his head back and closed his eyes. This was the life.

"Excuse me?" A voice called out to his left.

Opening his eyes and turning his head in the direction of the voice, Lucas saw that it was the surfer boy from the other day, Tanner. Lucas' face seemed to flush at the sight of him and he suddenly felt quite self conscious at the fact he was in only shorts.

"Can I help you?" Lucas questions with an arch of his brow.

"You're new here, aren't you? I saw you with your family the other day." Tanner speaks in a cheerful tone as he moved to sit down besides Lucas, completely oblivious to the other's sudden discomfort.

"Yeah, we barely got here yesterday." Lucas replied with a nod of his head before extending his hand nervously. "I'm Lucas by the way,"

"Nice to meet you! I'm Tanner!" The other surfer exclaimed as he took Lucas' hand into his own and shook it gently.

Pulling their hands away, silence soon fell over the pair of surfers. Turning his attention to the ocean, Lucas began to study the waves that crashed against a shore, creating the most beautiful and calming sound he had ever heard.

"So, I take it you're a huge fan of the ocean!" Tanner suddenly spoke up as he turned his gaze to the boy besides him.

"I love it! You can't call yourself a surfer and not love the ocean!" Lucas replied with a laugh as he turned his gaze to Tanner.

Green eyes met brown and another round of silence fell over the two surfers, only the sound of waves crashing behind them filling the void. When the silence seemed to stretch on for eternity, a voice suddenly interrupted them, causing them to both turn.

"Lucas!" It was Sam. He had trudged partially down the beach before giving up once sand had began to fill his boots. "Let's go!'

With a sigh, Lucas rose to his feet and was surprised when Tanner was already standing and holding his surfboard out for him. Flushing a deep shade of red, Lucas took the outstretched surfboard and smiled.

"T-thanks," He managed to mumble as he did a half wave then wedged his surfboard under his arm before making his way over to his older brother.

"Who was that?" Sam asked once Lucas was besides him. The biker took his surfboard whilst the younger teen pulled on his shirt and sandals before taking the board back.

"Tanner. He was welcoming me to town," Lucas finally replied as they made their way over to Sam's Harley then mounted it as the loud engine rumbled from beneath them.

"How ironic. I was just welcomed by some biker," Sam stated casually as if Butchy was just a meager biker and not something more.

"Maybe they're trying to recruit us onto their sides of the war." Lucas teased as the Harley pulled out of the lot and onto the main road.

Sam let out a loud laugh and shook his head. "Maybe they are." But even as funny as the joke was, he couldn't help but feel that their was some truth to it.