The House of the Rising Sun

(Chapter 1)(bad idea)

(Chapter 1)(bad idea)

(Logan's p.o.v)

Finally free, to go on vacation. My boyfriend of 4 months was treating me to a 3 week vacation to California .
"Charlie I think you need to clean out your truck when we get there." I say looking as the beer cans in the floor board. They weren't his , he let his brother borrow his car to go to parties and bars, with his buddies. "I'll clean it up later". He says. Then we were making our first stop, for snacks and drinks. We entered the little gas station. "I'm gonna go to the bathroom." I say to Charlie .
"Okay but be careful , there's like a whole crew of bikers here." Charlie says. I nodded. I went to the bathroom. I came back quickly but ran into a tall biker, maybe 6 or 6"1 feet tall. Me being only 5'7 I had to look up at him. "I'm so sorry!" I say really fast. "Your fine". He says. "Your eyes are bright, pretty...""I'm sorry, it's just, my father had blue eyes." I ramble . "Logan come on!" Charlie says. I nodded . "Excuse me, I'm sorry I ran into you, I'm such a cluts". I say, leaving with Charlie.
We rode and rode, then before I knew it we were surrounded by bikers; all around no way out. "I hate bikers". Charlie says. The guy that I had run into at the store was right beside us. He drove to my side and gave me a flower through the rolled down window of our car. I heard Charlie growl. I smiled at the biker just to be nice.
He drove in front of us. Charlie picked up an old beer bottle, out of the floor board and chucked it at the blue eyed biker. It hit him in the back and shattered. "Charlie you idiot they could kill us!!" I growled.
The bikers slowed to a stop. We were surrounded . Oh no, this was a very bad idea.