An: Well I honestly didn't think I'd get that much respense for that small test run. Awesome guys! So here the next one is. And here we meet the boys.

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Chapter 2

I still Believe

But I still believe

I still believe

Through the pain

And through the grief

Through the lies

Through the storms

Through the cries

And through the wars

Oh, I still believe

-Tim Capello-

The music was pumping and extremely loud as we got closer to the stage where the band was performing. We managed to get closer to the stage despite the large crowd and soon enough we could actually see the performers. The front man was a really buff guy without a shirt and was playing on a saxophone. He actually reminded me of Fabio a little bit…that though made me snicker and Jack shot me a look. I just shrugged and then started to sway to the music; even if the guy was hilarious the music was very contagious. Soon I stopped swaying and was full on dancing, not caring about anyone else. I heard Jack cough but ignored him, he hated the fact that I was actually growing up and acted like I was 10 still. He told me to follow him and I did, just to keep him happy, when I got distracted. I saw a merry-go-round. My dad always used to take me on one before the accident and I walked towards it forgetting about my brother for awhile.

Then I saw them. There were four of them. They were probably a few years older then me, except the curly haired blonde with the colourful jacket, he looked younger. They all had this aura around them, like they were different, dangerous. I don't know why that word popped into my mind, but it did. They were all bikers, you could tell from their outfits but they were all different, some personal touches so to say…

I looked at the first one; he had bleached blonde hair, styled into a mullet and was clad in black. All black, from his biker boots to his trench coat.

Then came the curly haired blonde, he had this Cheshire cat grin playing on his lips.

A tall, dark, shirtless guy with his long black hair flying behind him came next.

Then I saw him. He was blonde as well, but not as light haired as the other two, actually his hair colour resembled honey. It was long and messy and set in a rock-ish fashion; it looked like he pretty much drew his hand through it and then decided it was good. Everything about him from his tight white pants to his jacket and mesh shirt screamed rockstar.

They were all very pale, even the dark haired ones' tan was paler then it should have been. The way they seemed to be floating around the horses with a grace they shouldn't have been able to pull off with those heavy biker boots, it seemed unnatural for some reason. Their faces were strikingly gaunt and handsome even from afar and their eyes held a predatory look in them mixed with other emotions.

I watched, captivated, as they effortlessly strode around on the ride like they owned it. The black clad blonde shamelessly played with a Surf-Nazi females' hair, even if her "man-friend" glared at him from where he sat right next to her. I watched as the others grinned and shared looks. The Surf Nazi got pissed, stood up and pushed the blonde biker, he immediately took a hold of the Surf Nazi's throat and it looked like he was seriously trying to choke him. Of course it didn't stay at that, my eyes trailed to the friends of the peroxide blonde who were all fighting their own Surf Nazi who all stood up for their leader. A rent-a-cop broke the fight up and made them leave. I watched as they seemingly disappeared amongst the crowd, a crowd that all seemed to part for them. I shook my head and then I looked around for my brother, I didn't see him anywhere but I did see a sign that said "Second-Hand Records" that was undoubtedly where I would find Jack.

I turned one more wistful look towards the merry-go-round, perhaps I could convince Jack to ride it with me, and I shrank back as I laid eyes on the same boys again. Hadn't I just watched them walk the other way? My brown eyes locked with the rockers light blue. I felt strange when our eyes locked, like I had stared into those eyes before; he gave me a cheeky grin and a wink. I shook my head thinking I imagined it and quickly turned and started walking towards the shop I saw earlier. And sure enough that was where I found my dear brother. He was currently speaking to a girl who was working there. It looked like he was flirting with her, so he found a girl already…nice. I rolled my eyes and turned around; there was no way that I was going to hang out with my stupid brother if he had planned on flirting with some chick all night and apparently forgot all about me. So I started walking along the boardwalk looking at what all the different salesmen had to offer. The music from the band was still playing loudly and I nodded my head to the music as I looked at some jewellery. I was just about to turn and walk the other way when I collided with someone.

"Oh…I'm sorry…" I stuttered when I looked up at the grinning face of the rocker I had seen at the merry-go-round.

"Don't worry about it babe," the wild haired guy said, his grin widening; I couldn't spot his biker friends anywhere.

"Okay," I said and then turned to continue walking.

"Hey, hey, hey, what's the rush? Do you want to grab a drink or something?" the biker said turning very fast and running after me. He was now walking right next to me with his arms out and a smirk on his face, but his eyes were amused and questioning.

"Why? I don't even know you…I don't even know your name," I said and tried to sidestep him, I failed miserably. He was obviously a lot faster and more graceful than me. And the fact that everyone seemed to part their ways for him in either awe or fear helped him a lot.

"I'm Paul. There now you know my name…so want to take a drink now?" he persisted; he wasn't giving up that easily was he? And that's exactly what I told him.

"You don't give up do you? Well Paul…" I put an emphasis on the name that now went with the grinning face, it suited him. I would have pegged him for an Alex or a Steve but Paul definitely suited him better.

"…I'm actually looking for someone…" He cut me off by taking a hold of my arm and spinning me out of the way from some crazy kids with neon coloured hair on rollerblades that were about to crash right into me. I hadn't even noticed them and I never would have had the reflexes to step out of their way.

"Thanks," I muttered and looked up at Pauls sparkling eyes. He was at least a head taller than me, something I just noticed and he was definitely amused now and looked like he could burst out laughing any minute.

"Can't the person you're looking for wait for an hour or two? And besides, I saved you from getting crushed back there, brown eyes. You owe me." I wrinkled my nose and gave him a stare. He was right.

"Okay, fine," I said, realizing that there was no use in trying to get away from this persistent guy. He grinned and threw his hands up in the air and let out a whoop, people around us turned to look at him but not as much as they would've back home. He grabbed my hand and started to lead me along the seemingly never ending lit up boardwalk.

"I know just the place, babe. Just follow me." Once again I noticed how the crowd seemed to part before the blonde rocker in front of me. He didn't seem to have any place in mind as he dragged me aimlessly through the crowd.

"Paul, where are we going?" I shouted over the music, we had gotten closer to the stage and the crowd was singing along with the music. I though he might have not heard me but he turned around, still walking without watching his step, if I tried that I would be lying under the feet of the thickening crowd right about now. He grinned back at me and said something that I couldn't comprehend I only heard the; "Babe" in the end. I gave up on trying to understand where we were going and just followed the pale hand that was dragging me along. In the back of my mind I remembered grandpas' warning about all the creeps out there, but Paul wasn't one of them was he? I mean, he seemed decent enough…well as decent as a way too flirtatious and cocky rocker could seem. But then again…there was this weird aura around him that I couldn't seem to shake off. Somewhere in the far back of my mind warning bells were chiming but I ignored them.

We arrived at this bar that was obviously not a family restaurant type of place. It was filled with people, young and old all dressed similar to Paul. And I could hear Welcome to the Jungle playing inside.

"Pretty radical, right?" the blonde guy in front of me said looking at me expectantly.

"Yeah…I've never seen anything like it," I said smiling, I truly hadn't seen a place like it. And it did look really "radical" as Paul put it.

"See, I knew you'd like it babe. Hey Sonny, give us a house special," he then shouted to the guy who was working at the bar. He was blonde also with grey streaks running through it. He looked like a fifties greaser, stuck in time.

And then Paul dragged me towards an empty booth…well to think of it, it wasn't empty until Paul looked at the guys sitting at it, they shot up like rockets and looked at him like they were scared. I sat down and Paul plopped down in front of me and threw his feet up casually, like he owned the place. He was obviously a regular because the bartender shook his head at him and said;

"Here are your drinks Paul…no point in asking you to remove your dirty boots from my fine furniture, right?" The older gentleman smiled fondly at Paul who gave him the same grin that I started to think of as his signature one.

"Watch out for this one, miss," the older blonde said looking at me and nodding at the younger one. He gave us a smile and then he left.

"Don't listen to Sonny, he's just messing with you brown eyes," Paul said and took a swig from his drink and then lit a cigarette, he offered one to me and I took it. He grinned that wicked grin again when he lit it. I blew out the grey smoke as I watched him…he was almost lying across his side of the booth but in an elegant way somehow…he had this casual elegance about him that seemed effortless. Like it was something he did naturally, everything he did; the way he took a drag, puffed out the smoke in small rings or messed up his already messy mane of honey blonde, he did with an effortless grace. He didn't even seem to try to look graceful, it came naturally to him. But mixed with his graceful movements was this wildness. His whole presence oozed chaos and mischief. He apparently noticed me looking at him because his amused and cocky voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Like what you see, babe?" That's when I noticed that he always called me babe…or brown eyes.

"Why do you keep on calling me brown eyes, or babe?" I asked, trying to ignore the heat that was creeping up my cheeks because I had been caught staring at him. He leaned forward slowly like he was going to tell me some huge secret; I unconsciously leaned towards him as well. His eyes shifted around the bar and when he opened his mouth a cloud of smoke came out.

"Well babe…" he put an emphasis on the pet name and smirked cockily.

"…you haven't told me your name." He leaned back with a raised eyebrow and a cocky smirk on his face. Oh how I wanted to wipe that smirk off his face. His eyes sparkled with amusement though.

"Oh…" was all that I said, what else could I say? He was right. I hadn't even noticed that I hadn't mentioned my name to him.

"Oh…" he mocked me and took another drag looking over the bar and nodding his head to the music. I now noticed that he hadn't stilled completely once since we got here, his leg, foot, head or arm always seemed to be in some kind of motion.

"Well…are you going to tell me your name?" his voice interrupted my thoughts again. Damn him, why was it that he seemed to hypnotize me with the things he did?

"It's Bailey…" He seemed to be mulling this new information over in his head. He looked at my face and seemed to be connecting the name with the face, like I had to him earlier that evening. He nodded, as if he had come to some kind of conclusion and then gracefully threw his feet down on the floor as he sat up strait so that we were directly facing each other.

"So Bailey…what brings you to Santa Carla?" He was testing my name, I could hear it in his voice, and I got the feeling that he just used my name at the beginning of the sentence so he could hear it come from his own mouth. And I was shocked to notice how different it sounded when he said it, his smooth voice somehow making the name more…appealing.

"How did you know I wasn't from here?" He shrugged and said;

"Lucky guess? Naah…I know a new face when I see one. I definitely would have remembered you." His eyes held something I couldn't place and there was something strange laced in his voice when he spoke. I decided it was best not to press it.

The topic soon changed to music, motorbikes, friends and other things that seemed important at that very moment. Before I knew it hours had passed and Paul had me in stitches most of that time, telling me different stories about him and his friends. He seemed curiously interested in my life too, even if I insisted that it was nowhere as interesting as his.

We discovered that we had the same taste in music and style, and a habit of smoking. Between us two packs must have gone to waste during those hours. He also told me these incredible stories about all the missing people in town. Yes, I had noticed the "missing posters" and asked him about it, he as a local would know something about it, right? He had just gotten this strange look in his eyes and grinned. He told me about all the people that travelled to Santa Carla to disappear amongst the crowds of people just like them. If you wanted to get lost, this was the place to be. He actually freaked me out a bit with some of his stories but when he asked me, with glint in his eyes and a cocky smirk plastered on his face and the cigarette hanging loosely from the left corner of his mouth, if he had frightened me. I let out a forced giggle and told him differently, I didn't want to seem like a scared little girl in front of this seemingly fearless and daring biker. The topic soon turned to something more pleasant, a change that I highly appreciated but at first I couldn't shake off that strange feeling that the smiling blonde in front of me was hiding something. I ignored the feeling and listened to whatever Paul was chatting about now and at the same time I happened to glance at the clock that hung on the wall and recoiled in shock. It showed 23.05.

"Shit…Jack's going to kill me!" I blurted out; interrupting Paul's rant about something I wasn't really paying attention too.

"Take a chill pill babe…I'll drive you." I rolled my eyes at the pet name but stood and followed Paul outside.

We walked in silence along the boardwalk; the crowd was still at large and didn't seem to be lessening any time soon. We arrived at a bike that had obviously been fixed and trimmed to perfection. Paul proudly sat down on it and kicked it into life. The engine gave a loud roar and Paul howled along with it. I couldn't help but laugh at him and the happy almost euphoric expression on his face. He grinned and motioned for me to climb on behind him. I did so and put my hands around his waist.

"Hold on tight babe!" he shouted over the roar of the engine and then we took off. I tightened my hold but didn't scream or anything that he might have expected, I was too used to my brother's crazy driving by now. I directed him as he drove towards gramps house and he just nodded, not bothering to answer because I probably wouldn't have heard him anyways. When we arrived at the house I saw that Jack was home already, because his bike was parked next to gramps truck. Paul cut the engine and helped me off the bike; he then got off as well and leaned casually against it, taking in his surroundings. I shifted nervously from foot to foot, my eyes looking at him as he looked around. I thought about the night that had passed and a small smile graced my face as I thought about it, and my companion.

Paul may be flirtatious, cocky and sexual innuendos seemed to mix with every sentence that came out of his mouth…but I couldn't help but think that I had found a friend in the rocker who was now observing my grandpa's rather strange mailbox curiously. He seemed to register that I was staring at him because he turned his blue eyes towards me with a cocky smirk.

"Well…this was fun. Thanks for the ride, I'll see you around. I guess…" I smiled lightly and ruffled my hair.

"Yeah, nice talking to someone almost as awesome as I am," the biker in front of me grinned cockily and I let out a small laugh, soon we were both laughing.

"See you, Blondie," I said and turned with a wave of my hand. Paul howled in laughter from behind me at the pet name, I had tried to figure something out all night but that just slipped out without me having to think about it that much.

"See you, Brown Eyes!" He shouted and then I heard the engine roar as he drove away. I shook my head and shuddered, I hadn't noticed how cold it had become until now. The wind had picked up and it blew my hair in my face as I hurried to the front door. When I reached the door I turned around and looked into the dark. I recoiled slightly when I saw three pairs of red eyes staring at me through the darkness, glowing, none blinking stares. I closed my eyes and blindly reached for the door behind me. When I finally felt the cold door handle in my clammy hand I dared peering out in the darkness again. I opened my eyes wide in surprise…there was nothing there! I looked around but I couldn't spot any sign of the eyes that I had seen…that I thought I had seen. Had they been a figment of my imagination? Was my tired brain playing tricks on me, had Paul's stories about all the missing people really spooked me despite my denial? I shook off the feeling of being watched and opened the front door and stepped into the warmth of my grandpa's house.