Miles Morales was the charming, funny and quirky leader of the Surfers. The surfers had been rivals with the bikers as long as time could go, which was ironic given you were a biker, and Miles was secretly dating you. Which none of the bikers or surfers knew. Your older brother was the leader of the Bikers and he was very protective of you. It all started when you were singing at the Big Mama, and you had “accidentally” fell into Miles arms, and just like that, it was love at first sight.

So when the Bikers and Surfers stood face to face again, each of you guys wanted to claim the turf of Big Mama’s. You were standing next to your brother while the groups bickered with each other. “Thought I smelt fishy surfers.” Your brother narrowed his eyes at them. “We don’t need a bunch of rodents in Big Mamas. Where’s the terminator?” Miles placed his hands on his hips, doing occasional glances towards you.