Notes : This will be my first ever attempt at a FxF. So i'm just warning you that it may not be the best in the world. I don't ship FxF at all, but my friend begged me to write about these two (Lela/Mack) so that's why you've got it. In some chapters I will be focusing more on Tanner/Butchy - because I find MxM easier to write. But I will have a decent amount of Lela/Mack in here so don't worry. It'll be like a chapter thing, one chapter I have more about Tanner/Butchy, the next - Lela/Mack. Alright?

About updates; I only get the laptop I work on for Mondays and Thursdays. So I probably won't be updating again till Monday, then Thursdays - and so on.

Finally - and most importantly - I would just like to thank everybody who has reviewed/followed and/or faved. I honestly never thought this story would get anywhere, so thanks very much. :)

Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
Chapter 2 : Meant To Be.

Lela's pov.

I cannot believe my brother just did that! Why on earth did he drag me away like he did? It wasn't fair! I had barely even got the girl's name - the one who saved me. Mack...- something - aww see? I can't even remember her last name. Now how am I supposed to find her again to thank her? Well dang it all. I wish some of the girls were here with me, maybe they court the new girls last name.

"Lela!" I hear my brother call my name, I shake my head - I don't know why - but I felt as though my brother had ruined something.

Other words, I really don't want to speak to him right now, so instead, I turn on my record player and drown out his voice with it. I know it was rude, but he was rude earlier too - and we are related - so why not? A moment or so later, I can hear foot steps coming up the stairs, for a minute - I think Butchy was going to storm into my room. Thankfully though, the foot steps fade into another room - I hear water running and figure that Butchy's having a bath or something. And now I'm left to nothing but my thoughts, which from some reason were only focusing on...Mack...

Lela was standing on the small stage in Big Mamma's, her back up singers were behind her as she sang. A voice of an angel that many girl's wanted their vocals to be like - as perfect as Lela's. Her voice draws in most of Big Mamma's customers to watch the beauty on stage sing. This included a young woman with light brown hair, she held a glass in her hand that was filed with dark pink liquid.

"She's good, isn't she?" The girl jumped at the voice, breaking her from the trance she had been in.

Once she realised who it was, she rolled her eyes. "Whatever Brady."

"Oh come on, Mack!" Her blond-haired friend began. "You forget that I know you, I can totally see the way you're looking at her." Brady snickered to himself, earning a whack on the arm from Mack.

"Please, Brady, no way!"

"I think you like her," Brady said, his face holding a smirk. "Even enough to stay here I'd say..."

"No, Brady."

"But why?!"

"Two reasons," Mack started holding up her fingers. "One, I don't even know her - and two, I need to get home so I can - "

"Be a puppet?" Brady cut in, but Mack just shook her head.

"You wouldn't understand..."

Brady sighed and looked around. "Of course I wouldn't, how could I ever understand my best friend?" With that, Brady turned and left - his head down, shoulders sagged and hands in his pocket. Mack went to go after him, but suddenly she saw something from the corner of her eye. In a quick motion, Mack spun on her heels just in the nick of time to have someone fall into her arms. It was the one and only, Lela. A moment passed by and then the dark-haired beauty in her arms started singing again. Mack blushed hard as their eyes locked, neither could look away from one another. Mack tried to ignore the tingling in her shoulders as Lela squeeze them gently when Mack brought her back up to her feet.

They stared at each other, only a few inches a part. Without them realising it, the music stopped and Lela wasn't singing anymore, yet she was still technically in Mack's arms. Before anything else could happen though, an arm snapped out wards and grabbed Lela by the wrist and pulled her away from Mack's embrace. Mack watched in shock as Lela was pulled away from her, but before Lela disappears from sight though - she turns back round while being dragged by a man. "What's your name?!" She asks in a frantic. Mack gulped.

"M-mack McKenzie..." It looked as though Lela hadn't heard her, but then she gave Mack a smile worth a thousands wishes. And then Lela was gone, pulled away thanks to that biker guy. Just then Brady came back into Big Mamma's, looking confused at the lack of bikers, and so he asked; "Did I miss something?"

(Lela's pov)

I really don't know why I can't get that girl's face out of my mind, and it scares me. I've only ever done this with boys I like, why was I thinking about someone I didn't even know so much? It was frustrating and I didn't like it! Times like these...I wish I could talk to my brother, he's always told me to talk freely about anything as long as we were in the house - but what would he say to this anyway?

The only thing I couldn't talk to my brother about was my really, really girly problems. You can guess what. The once I had told him about it and he freaked, but he had made me laugh. And he would make sure I was okay after he got over the fact that women have monthly things that happen to them. I bet he would understand this more than I am, but I can't go talk to him. Not now anyway, I'm still mad at him - I just don't know why I'm so cross with him. Again, he'd probably be able to figure it out before I ever could. He may acted thick sometimes, but Butchy was far from it.

Sighing out loud, I jump onto my bed in the most unladylike fashion possible. Grabbing my pillow, I hug it tightly to my chest. "Mack..." I say aloud. "But...Mack...who?" I give up, I can't remember her last name. Rolling onto my stomach, I close my eyes. This was annoying. However, I had a feeling that maybe, just maybe - Mack would be at Big Mamma's once we go back there. Which, knowing my brother, we would be - Butchy doesn't give anything up so easily. Smiling to myself, I slowly drift off to sleep...

(Butchy's Pov)

Tanner. A stupid surfer who I hate with a passion because I want Big Mamma's for myself, my sister, and my biker crew. Where as he wants it for his idiotic fellow surfers. If you ask me, Big Mamma's should be my hangout, but the surfers always seemed to get the upper hand at everything we do. So to put it simply, ever since I can remember - I've hated Tanner. At moments I've honestly thought about seriously hurting him or giving him a few bruises to remember me by. I've thought of many ways to try and get rid of Tanner so that his surfer lackeys wouldn't be able to stand up against me by themselves without him, but those thoughts just don't seem to be coming anymore.

For the past few hours all of I've been getting is that morons face flashing through my mind, it was annoying. The fact that when he catched me his eyes seemed to twinkle with something and his smile was so bright that even a blind man could see it. I can't help but get the shivers whenever I remember him holding me the way he had, and it was seriously creeping me out here. I keep wondering if Tanner's ever looked at me like that before...Of course not, he wouldn't have, would he? If he had, then why hadn't I noticed it before? Why would he even look at me as though I'm one of those girls he likes so much, it was damn weird and -

'Clunk.'

What the heck was that? The sound made me jump a little, not that I would ever admit it. I look towards my bedroom window which is where the sound come from, sitting up on my bed - my bare feet hitting the cold floor hard. I wait, hoping somewhat that the sound wouldn't happen again, because if it did, then I would have to go investigate - and I really wasn't in the mood for putting on a brave face.

'Clunk.' Oh great...

At least I know what was making that sound, someone was tossing rocks at my window. They were either stupid, or didn't know who I was. It was probably that damn Rascal! The moron always likes playing pranks on people, especially people in my crew. Stomping over to the window, I open it wide without thinking and then - ouch! The blasted idiot just throw a rock at my face! Growling in pain as I held my (now) bruising up eye, I looked down expecting to see Rascal's retreating figure. But...It's not him who I see. Hell, I could be wrong with who it is thanks to only having one working eye left, but it looks for all the world as though its...

"Tanner?"

Thank you all so much for the reviews, follows and favorites again. I hope I haven't disappointed you all, but as I've said, this is the first time in writing apart FxF story so give me some time with it.

Next Time; Tanner and Butchy talk, but how will Butchy cope with it? And just why is Brady, Rascal and Seacat showing up at the wrong time?! One things for sure, Tanner's a moron - or at least - in Butchy's eyes he is. Yet that can all change...

Next Chapter will be mainly Butchy and Tanner. Little bit of Lela. Fourth chapter will be when Lela and Mack see each other again. ;)