Authors Note:

Hey Guys! So what has happened to me during my absence and failure to update this story? I started school, I became one year older, heartbreak, betrayal and sickness. I am pretty sure I went through my own personal soap opera. But anyways I am sure you don't want to hear about my life. So this chapter was quite a fuss, after losing inspiration and having major writers block. But once I got it back, I really did have some fun with this chapter. I don't think is one of my best but, I hope is a fun read.

So I think you should all thank my teacher who took us on a lovely trip to the most romantic train station ever, which inspired me so much.

Rachel: I've said it sometimes now but, thank you so much for helping me, and for being a sister like figure. You truly are an amazing person!

I highly recommend that you all listen to the song around the club scene; it was what motivated me to write the scene. For some unknown reason (:

Song to listen to while Reading: Fallow me Down by 3OH!3 ft. Neon Hitch ( From Alice and Wonderland soundtrack)

Enjoy!

Xxx

Lee

Serenity Chapter Four

Take me, take me out of here

it makes me feel so, feel so

na-na-na-na-na.

Baby, baby here we are all crazy

You don't have to worry

na-na-na-na-na.

"Gabriella" A short brown headed young woman called as the taxi parked in front of a well sized house, her curly brown hair covering her face as she ran. A big pair of blue glasses covered her eyes, while a fedora hat rested on top of her head. Her beauty was different but never the less admiring.

"Kelsie!" Gabriella screamed back, running up to the semi stranger. I watched them hug as if their lives depended on it.

The hugs soon turned into chatter as if two teenage cheerleaders who knew all the new gossip in the school had taken over their bodies. As I thanked the cab, and helped him place the last of the luggage (which thankfully was found) near the front entrance of the house, the driver smiled at me saying a simple little phrase that I would never forget.

"Women will always be complicated, yet when they become the love of your life, boy, they are perfection," the simple phrase, slid out of the stranger's mouth with pure knowledge, as if his life revolved around such simple sentence. It was admirable, never the less very questioning to see someone's life revolve around someone else's. Yet I knew that in order for that sentence to take place on my life, I needed to learn to be less selfish, more caring for others.

"Hey, blue eyes, are you just going to stand there, or will you let me bombard you with questions in the cozy, dry inside of my home," the short girl, who I had conquered to name Kelsie, asked.

"Which one is less painful?" I joked back, making my way inside, welcoming the smell of cinnamon.

"Looks like Gabriella has herself a smarty mouth," Kelsie commented as she walked into the area that I assumed was the kitchen. As I fallowed her, I took notice of all the photos that adorned her walls. Many of celebrities, others of big stages as the backgrounds.

"I did not get myself anyone; he is not some lost puppy, although he did follow me. But either way, he's not mine," I heard Gabriella's words echo through the house, her body appearing shortly after down the kitchen stairs.

"Hey if I do recall you invited me! If you want I can leave," I joked back knowing I couldn't really leave this house for one big reason…I had no fucking idea where I was.

"Well, I can honestly say I've never seen such chemistry between two people other than when Liam Mower joined the west end! The man and that stage had chemistry, man it was like an orgasm on stage!" Kelsie said with a pleased look on her face. For a short little person, she was well opinioned and outspoken.

"Kelsie! You're starting to sound like Shar! My gosh, there is nothing between me and troy other than our traveling and awesome friendship. I am so sorry Troy, I can promise you she is not some type of nymphomaniac," Gabriella tried to reason with me. When honestly I just found Kelsie to be very entertaining.

"I am assuming that you're an actress, Kelsie?" I asked, not bothering to receive Gabriella's apology.

"Who me? Oh no, that's not my forte. I am a musical director at the West End. I just got promoted here last year. I used to work on Broadway back in the days, but nothing beats England. You wouldn't believe how thin the walls in the dressing rooms are. Just last night I heard the play director and one of the musicians getting it on in the bathroom. Thing is, I don't know if it was that pleasurable or that painful. Poor girl was moaning like she was about to die," the words were slipping out of her mouth as if it was an everyday thing, seriousness playing on her face.

"Trust Kelsie to have some type of sex story," Gabriella explained. "I'm serious; there is no doubt that she and Sharpay are so close."

"Shut it, Gabriella Jade! We all know you're not so innocent. You were the biggest trouble maker out of all of us girls."

Gabriella Jade Montez, very nice. Note to self; remember to tease Gabriella about middle name.

"Wait. Ms. Gabriella used to be a trouble maker?" I asked joining in the chitchat which was more of a tease game than any fight.

"Who? Brie? Oh so many stories, so little time. I swear she used to get away with anything because of her looks. She has the most innocent little look. I mean, I swear I still have to talk with her parents. I mean, why name her 'Gabriella', do you know what it means? 'Angel of God' by all means, the girl needed a badass name," Kelsie joked as she offered me a cup of tea.

"Please Kelsie, do tell?" I inquired as I welcomed the hot drink, looking at Gabriella who was hitting her head against the counter top.

"Umm let me think. Ah! Well there was this one time when our neighbor was building something on his garage, which by the way turned out to be a new dog house for his puppy, Sky. Man, I remember it like yesterday. It was a Tuesday, which was the day went fishing so he would usually come home when the sun just set. So anyways, over here, thought he was building a space ship so she set up a fish hook to the front of his house, and mouse traps on the park way. Oh but the best part was when she covered herself in mud and placed leaves on her body to blend with the ground. Anyways, long story short, Mr. Turner ended up with two swollen feet, a broken nose, flat tires and a fish net stuck to the roof of his house."

By the end of the evening, Kelsie was still not half way done with stories, I was on the floor about to piss in my pants, holding my stomach for dear life, and Gabriella sat on the floor blushing to death.

"Okay Kelsie, I think that's enough, we get it I was a very interesting child," Gabriella called out, standing up from her place on the floor and walking into the kitchen.

"I mean come on, I did not come to England, to sit around and humiliate myself. I came here to have some fun, let loose, you know?" her voice echoed from the kitchen, as we walked in to find her opening a bottle of wine.

"I know, Ella, but you know our bar does not open until later on. It's barely 9:30. But if it makes you feel better you can go and change now." Kelsie tried to reason as she started to place the dirty dishes into the washer.

"And you Mr. Hot Stuff why don't you go up stairs, and take that oh so sexy butt of yours and fit them into some nice jeans. Dress nice, but not too nice or else Thomas will pick on you. Oh and whatever you do, DO NOT wear any leather."

Note to self; English clubs do not like leather.

"Gabriella, where the hell are we?" I shouted over the sounds of motorcycles. It had taken us about thirty minutes to get to this destination, and so far all that I saw were big motorcycles, and on top of them…yep. There were big, well-built, macho men. I knew I didn't have to really ask such question to Gabriella for it was pretty obvious where we were. But some deep part of me whished that it was all a sick joke and that we would all go home, to somewhere safe. But, as always, that wasn't the deal.

The bouncer, who could seriously pass for the weight, strength, and height of three men, looked me directly in the eyes. He eyed me up and down taking in my outfit, which included no leather; thanks to Gabriella I might add.

" We don't like no new people in this bar kid, this are for real tough man."

I wanted to tell him how I knew, and that if it was up to me I would have liked to be at home under a nice safe pile of blankets.

" Jeremy," I heard Gabriella's sweet voice rise above all the other sounds.

"My , O' My is that lil' old Briella of mines!" And at that precise moment, right before I knew my pants would be soaked with my own personal fluids, I noticed that drastic change in mood on the big tough guy : or Jeremy, as I has been indirectly informed. The once cold stare, was now a loving, admiring gaze. His confident full stance was now bent down, and his big muscled arms where now squishing Gabriella and Kelsie into his arms.

The conversation went on for a few minutes with me awkwardly standing in front until Gabriella looked in my direction and smiled apologetically.

"Jeremy, this is my friend Troy. I thought I'd bring him here and show him the little ways around." Gabriella made the introductions, as she pulled me to her side. Jeremy now smiled once again, but this time to me.

"Sorry about that, kid, I really get into my job sometimes. Is rare to see a kid like you 'round here, but any friend of Briella and Kelsie is mine, too." His British accent was now more pronounced, he stuck out his hand, offering a truce, and I did the same noticing how his arm was fairly well decorated with multiple tattoos.

"been working' on it me' entire life." He stuck both hands out, showing me all the art work that décor his arms.

"Yeah is pretty neat," I said, still rather uncomfortable, but never the less thankful to be somewhat accepted. I looked at his arm in more closely. The sleeves that covered his entire skin was well detailed, never missing a colour or shade, and all seem to be significant, not just a look or appearance to match his tough act. I noticed a closed book cover and in beautiful gold scripture it read "To be Continued". I wished at that moment my mouth hadn't opened and blurted about what my brain inquired to find an answer to.

"I thought bikers weren't into reading books?" I was expecting a sort of angry look, almost a disappointed look, but instead I received a laugh, and a pat on the back.

"You're right boy, we don't, at least I know when I was in school reading wasn't one of my strong areas. But it was something my momma, who may rest in peace, always told me. "boy! you can close the book at anytime but the story will never truly end if you learn the lesson behind it" Don't know if it makes any sense to anyone but so far is been a great motto in my life," he explained.

And I did get it, I did understand that although many mistakes in my life would end, I would always be able to remember them and learn from what I did wrong, or what I could have done better. " That's actually truly brilliant, sir."

"Yeah, well, Momma was always a wise woman," he said with a smile.

"Tell you what kid, why don't we go inside, I'll introduce you to Kenny, the artist out of us all," Jeremy continued as he called over another fairly large guy and told him to watch the door. Jeremy placed his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into the bar. I glanced back to see Gabriella and Kelsie giving me a thumbs up, and shortly after following along.

The music was loud, the heavy bass making the floor vibrate and the strobe lighting made my eyes take a minute to adjust to the new surroundings. But I could make out the walls which were filled from the very bottom to the very top with graffiti, and memoirs such as license plates, street signs, and motorcycle parts.

"Ey' Frank, guess who's here! Briella and Kelsie! And they brought a guest," Jeremy spoke up as we reached a table in the middle of the bar. It was filled with six biker men, almost as big as Jeremy in thick leather and bandanas on their head.

"Oh Dear is that my two favorite ladies? Look how grown up you two are." One of the men stood up, I'm guessing that was Frank since both ladies rushed up to the man and hugged him dearly while shouting "Frank".

My awkward standing happened for another ten minutes, while the girls chatted up with the lost friends for some time which apparently placed a barrier into their friendship.

"Ah and you must be the new boy?" one of the guys, who I learned was named Paul, asked.

"Eh yes sir. I'm a friend of Gabriella's," I explained, almost hesitant of how to address the big man.

"Friend, eh? You know, boy, these two girls are like my daughters, and having a few 'Friendships' back in my days, I will like for you to keep your priorities in shape with both of them" Frank said, his arms bulging even more, his face completely serious.

I could have sworn I felt my boxers get a little dampened at that instant.

"I.. I .. can assure you sir, that I have no intentions like that with them. This is seriously just a friendship," I tried to explained, as I saw the whole club looking in my direction, I started to sweat, my clothes started to become tighter and I felt like I was about to stop breathing at any second.

"Guys stop it! I wouldn't mind someone like Troy here, I mean that's some good piece of man right there," Kelsie exclaimed, adding blushing to the list of deadly symptoms affecting me at that moment.

The men all leaned forward, inspecting me, while Gabriella started to fight a fit of giggles and soon after, all men in the bar started to laugh. Patting me on the back and giving me handshakes.

"Boy, you are one of the few who haven't passed out after that test," Jeremy revealed as he patted my back. "Gabriella and Kelsie are honorary members of our group but that's because they're close to daughters of ours. I'm afraid we can't make you part of the group, but I can sure make you a scout, of course if you'd like?" Frank asked.

"Umm yeah that would be really awesome, Sir," I said, rubbing the back of my neck, still wrapping my head around the situation.

"Call me Frank, we're friends now... Troy," Frank concluded, as Gabriella and Kelsie both squealed and rushed my way, giving me hugs.

"How exactly did Kelsie and Gabriella become honorary members?" I directed my question to Frank. After they almost scared me, everything became easy and drinks were served and conversation diverted.

"Ah, we were on our annual trip from Italy to France. We always do it by bikes, and well we stopped at this gas station where we found Gabriella and Kelsie, they had missed the last bus of the day. And I know if it were my daughters, I would never bear it. Took some time to get them to trust we weren't some freaks, but shortly after, Gabriella and Kelsie were riding beside us to France. Full leather jackets with bandanas on their heads. Tell you something, those girls are wild, but good hearted," Frank told the story as the ladies sunk into their chairs, blushing.

"In our defense, it looked like fun," Gabriella tried to defend herself.

A guy named Elvis brought a tray with jugs full of beers. Each one in the table received one, I looked at Gabriella, who was looking back at me with a smile on her face. She really had some guts to do that. And I admire her more than anything for it.

"You're crazy," I mouthed to her.

"Live a little," she responded back along with a wink

We raised our glass up high on a toast and with smiles on both of our faces, and a knowing glance from Kelsie, we drank bottoms up.

So follow me down (Where to?)

Out of this town (With you?)

Girl you're moving way too slow

So follow me down (Which way?)

I'll show you around (Okay.)

There's a place we got to go

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