I know I said that it would be like a chapter a couple type of thing last time, but I may focus more on Butchy/Tanner. Anyway, this chapter was going to be longer, but it started thundering over here and (I'm a chicken) so I hate thunder storms.
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Cruisin' for a Bruisin'
Chapter 3 : Like Me.
Tanners pov.
I've never really noticed Butchy before, I've seen him sure - been up in his face a few times too. Sure I've had thoughts about him, little things and how that red t-shirt of his would look better if it was off - but ever since he fall in to my arms - I can't stop seeing him. I close my eyes, Butchy's there. My thoughts have been taking over by the Rodent leader, its worst than when I thought I had feeling for Lela - which luckily was just a phase.
When Butchy left Big Mamma's in a mood, I felt as though he was leaving me for good - yet I don't know why. I mean, this is Butchy, he and us surfers have fought over Big Mamma's since we were little - so he was going to come back.
But I couldn't wait that long. I needed to see him, to at least apologise for whatever reason I had to. So I asked Rascal, who everybody knows he likes to tease the Bikers whenever he can - so he'd know where they lived. Rascal was a bit iffy on the whole thing, but he ended up telling me where Lela and Butchy lived. After he brought me here, near the edge of town where a big house was, I thanked him and he left. It took me a moment to realise that I had no idea which room Butchy was in, but seeing a quick glance of him walking passed his window - grabbing something - and then heading over to where I assume his bed was. I sort of figured he was in that room.
I started waving my arms at first, trying to get his attention, but it didn't work. Scratching my head, I looked around - finding small stones - pebbles. Picking one up, I aim and then fired - hitting the window in one. Smiling to myself, I wait a few minutes. But nothing happens. Butchy was either a person who hit his pillow and then was out of it or he hadn't heard me at all. Grabbing another pebble, I move back a little - using a stronger throw than before.
I hit the window right in the middle. Anyone would be proud of that throw. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. I counted the seconds passing in my head and then bent down - grasping onto yet another pebble. Throwing it without even looking properly at the window - I hear a small yelp. Blinking a few times, I look up at the window to see Butchy holding his eye with his one hand.
"Tanner?" Butchy questions. I smirk after hearing his voice. That's when I notice his hair. It's slightly wet, his chest is bare with small droplets of water on him. His hair was clinging slightly to his face - he'd even been sweating hard - or he'd just came out of a bath. But it was a good look not seeing him in his leathers.
"Tanner." Butchy says again and I finally meet his eyes instead of his body.
"Yeah?" I ask, he looks down at me as though I've grown a second head.
"What are you doing here?" He whispers harshly to me.
"Can I come up?" Butchy's brown eyes lingering on mine as I spoke. He shakes his head.
"No!" He yells, but then looks towards the other room. "No."
"Please?" I look at him with my puppy dog eyes.
"No." He says flatly. It normally works with the girls.
"Why?"
"You're a Surfer," Butchy points to me and I nod. "I'm a biker." He points to himself. "We're enemies, so ask yourself this Tanner - why would I let my enemy into my house?!"
I shrug my shoulders. Not quite understanding where he's coming from. "Please, Butchy. I just want to talk to you." A moment passes and I think he's about to let me come up, but he doesn't.
"About what, surfer?"
"Why you left Big Mamma's so fast and to - "
Before I could finish he goes to close the window on me, but then suddenly we here revs of a bike engine. Butchy looks out and then down at me.
"Get away from my house NOW, TANNER!"
I go to ask why, but I look towards where the sounds coming from - only to see one bike with two people on coming down the road - heading this way. Butchy wants me gone because if I get caught here, than they'll have no choice but to beat me up - sweet. Or it could be because if they find me, than Butchy will be cross questions as to why I'm here and his leadership of the Rodents would come under fire. Or it could be -
"Tanner," Butchy growls at me. "Get lost before they find you." With that the window closes, but doesn't lock. Climbing up the side of the house, using the tree near by and some leverage to help me gain more height - I make it up to Butchy's window. In the nick of time to see him pulling up a pair of trousers of his boxer covered ass, and then a t-shirt goes over his body and he opens his door and than pulls it too behind him. Opening up the window, I sneak in. Looking around a little, it's clean - not a mess in sight. There was a picture of a bunch of bikes on the walls, all different types. However there's no pictures of family members anywhere, a part from one of Butchy, Lela, Lugnut, Cheechee and Struts on the side by the small bed.
I can hear yelling coming from down stairs, I can tell that the one voice is Butchy's, but the other two I have no idea. Suddenly I see foot steps in the light from outside Butchy's bed room, I get down on the floor and roll under the bed. I'd just have to wait for Butchy to come back up.
Butchy's pov.
I can't believe Tanner had the nerve to come here to my home - of all places. The moron, what did he think that I'd just go; Sure surfer, come on up to my room and we'll talk, it's not like we're enemies or anything like that. Oh wait, WE ARE! Idiot...He better be gone now, the last thing I need is for my mom and step-dad to see him. Running down stairs, I wait for the front door to open and close. My mom walks in first and then my step-dad. She looks at me, I smile at her but all she does is frown before walking into the kitchen. I don't even go there with my step-dad anymore.
"Hey mom." I say, finally getting her attention when she turns to me - peering over the door of the fridge to do so.
"Butchy, did you get any food for today?"
"No...I didn't have any money today, mom."
"Why? I thought you worked as a mechanic?" She glared at me.
"I do, but it's only a part-time job and it's Sunday. I don't work Sundays." I explain, she looks as though I'm disappointing her or something.
"So you've sat on your ass all day?" She asked with a bitter tone, it was on the tip of my tongue to say; So you've lain on your back all day? But I just cleared my throat.
"No, I've been at Big Mamma's - "
"Typical." My step-dad intervenes.
"What's it to you, Les!" I snap, looking at Les Camembert, also known as my evil step-father.
"Oh just everything, I could be," cough, "- we could be rich if that old hag would give me her land!"
"Shut up, Les!" I shout a little, glaring at him before turning back to my mother. I really didn't want to hear what he had to say. At first, when he told me to ask if the owner of Big Mamma's would sell her land to him, I had been all up for it - knowing that with it - I could finally get it to myself and the Rodents. But than I found out he wanted it to build crap on, so I stopped helping Les with his plans.
"I was at Big Mamma's, and I had a nice day thanks for asking." I muster as much sarcasm I can into that sentence and then turn to go back up the stairs. I get up about two steps before they both start on me, yelling about how I was useless and all this crap. I sit down on the step and just listen to them yell at me, fingers pointed in my face and everything. I can't help but wonder where Tanner is, maybe he's having a better time than me at the moment. Funny, I actually hope he is. I feel eyes on my back and I know it's Lela. The yelling must have woken her up already, but then again - what's new there.
After about two hours of non stop yelling - they told me to go to my room. Which I gladly went to, passing Lela on the way, she goes to ask me if I'm okay - but I just held up my hand and went into my room. The windows open and I frown, but I shrug if off before collapsing on my bed. I was tried, so much so that I didn't even bother to take off my clothes or put some pj's on. Instead I fall asleep almost straight away. I knew I would have nightmares, I always did...
(Next Morning)
The rain was tapping against my window, waking me up almost straight away. I groan loudly, my eyes are closed as my hand goes to find my actual Dad's old pocket watch which I keep by the picture of me, Lela, Lugnut, Struts and Cheechee. Picking it up, I open one eye - seeing the time to be...8:30am. Great. At least I don't have work till 9:45am. I'm actually surprised that I woke up now and not sooner, come to think of it, I didn't have nightmares last night. Weird. But I wasn't going to question a good thing.
Snuggling back into my pillow - wait a minute - why the hell is my pillow breathing? My eyes snap open and I lean up, but I couldn't go far as something was wrapped around my waist - keeping me there. I struggled hard against whoever it was, only to have them turn me over. I was pinned to the bed, legs straddled my waist. I look up seeing...Tanner? What the hell. Where did he come from, I thought He'd gone home!
"Tanner!" I almost scream his name, not liking how close his face was to mine. Suddenly he jumps awake, he looks at me and grins.
"Butchy," his voice is low, a little too low for my liking. I try to push him off, but it's no use - he's too damn strong. Does he think this is some type of dream?! He grabs my wrist and pins me down onto the bed even more, I'm completely stuck. Tanner locks his eyes onto mine, leaning in, our lips almost touching. Is Tanner, my worst enemy, going to k-kis-ss me? I quickly close me eyes tightly, waiting for what was to come, but instead - I hear my bed room door go.
"Butchy," my mother's voice calls. "Are you ok - " She stops talking once she see me - us. Tanner and me look over at her, she's gasping loudly and holding onto the door frame for support.
"Oh my...oh my god - " she kept repeating over and over.
"This isn't what it looks like, mom." I try to calm her down but it's too late. She screams in disgust and I shudder, Tanner let's go of me as if only just waking up - he roll onto the other side of the bed. Watching the woman who had given birth to me with weary eyes. It's too late though. I Know full well that this is going to end badly...
Please review if you want me to keep going with this story, thanks. As for now I'm going to go hide under my bed covers, toodle pip.
Next chapter will either be with Butchy and Tanner, or Lela - probably Butchy though.