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Marian walked out her front door with her blue denim jeans and a long black Betty boop top. That hugged the top of her jeans nicely. She began walking along to Djaq's house which was only a ten minute walk. She walked along the wet pavement listening to 'Everything I Do.' On her ipod. She had to stop herself from belting the song out in the middle of the street. Finally she reached Djaq's house and laughed to see her friend standing on the door step waiting for her in the freezing cold.

They walked into Djaq's bedroom and threw themselves on the bed. Marian turned her ipod off and laid it on the bed next to her. Marian smiled and waited patiently for Djaq to start talking about Will. As she often did when it was just her and Marian.

'The boys are going riding tonight. You coming?' The tanned skinned girl asked.

'Hmm who's bike would I ride on?' Marian stated the obvious. Djaq thought about it for a minute and realised that Marian was right. Djaq would be with Will, Allan and Kelly, Much and Dean, and Little John and Alice. Which meant no room for Marian.

'Tell you what. Me and you will get the bus together.' Djaq suggested. Marian smiled gratefully.

'Nah its cool. You don't get to be as close to Will that often wouldn't take your golden part of the night.' Marian laughed. 'Beside. Can't be bothered to be honest.' Marian lied. Before when she went with the gang to what they called the Underpass, although some people call it the Rig. For some peculiar reason. They all had their designated driver, which happened to be the guy they liked the most. And when they had all picked their pairs she had been left with her best friend, since the age of five. Robin Locksley. They had known each since they could remember, and there was nothing that they couldn't tell each other. They had been inseparable, it would be a rare moment to find one without the other, or without the other not far behind. Robin would pick her up every morning on his bike and take her to school, and then drop her off afterwards. They would hang out after school, dog classes together. He would take her to the Underground, and drive her home,a even help her sneak in and out of her room window. And then he was gone. He just left. With not even a word. He never even told Much his best friend. Or Marian the person he said he'd be lost without.

All he left behind was the leaves on the road.

It was needless to say that Marian felt hurt and betrayed. He had been her best friend, and she had counted on him as much as he had done her. It had been hard for Marian not to see his face everyday. Not to be able to cry to him when her father and her had an argument. But she had secretly missed the most, and would never admit to him. Was his protection. She always said to him that she could look after herself and didn't need his help. But now with him gone she felt vulnerable. Especially with Guy around. She wasn't in the mood for a relationship. Yet he could not seem to take the hint. She put up with him for the sake of her father, who asked her to be nice to the boy seeing as he had no parents, and in some way was a kind out outsider. So Marian did. She sighed as she switched Eastenders off, and looked at the clock. Eight-thirty. Everyone else will be at or heading to the Underpass. Marian groaned. This was rubbish Saturday night and she was at home watching Eastenders.

'Marian' Her father called from downstairs. She groaned and ran downstairs, to see her father standing at the open front door and Guy standing waiting. Marian sighed at the top of the stairs and began walking down the at a slower pace than normal.

'Guy.' Marian addressed him when she got to the bottom of the stair case and her father excused himself and went back into the living room.

'Marian I thought that you would like to accompany me to the rig.' Guy indicated to his parked Harley behind him.

'Erm' Marian paused thinking. She would die if she had to stay here for another hour longer. And the rest of the gang were there so she would be able to go and see them. That was the thing though. If Guy took her, she would be lucky if she got to leave his side. He held onto her like a dog and a bone. He suffocated her sometimes, and that was what bothered her about him. But she really wanted to go. She would get away somehow.

'Alright.' Marian said as she walked out of the house and hopped on the back of Guy's motorcycle behind him and he sped off down the street.

The others were all standing by their bikes, and talking about what ever came into mind. All looking at the other racers and their bikes as they arrived. Well all apart from Allan who commented on the ladies that appeared. Much to Kelly's annoyance. She had like him for almost a year now. But he was too much of a player, and she knew she would only get hurt. So she watched from a distance. Will and Djaq were talking leaning against his bike, and near the steel barrel that had been light for a warmth. They were all over the place making large lights as well as heat. Much had a sausage roasting it over the fire. John shook his head, only he could come to a race with a bike full of sausages. Alice was cuddled up to John and wearing his jacket, to fight out the cold.

'There's Marian.' Dean stood pointing across the ground to the other side where the Black Knights hung around. And true enough. There was Marian getting off Gisbourne's bike.

'She said she wasn't coming.' Djaq said.

'Come on. You know what Gizzy is like. He probably dragged her here.' Allan stated. The other thought then agreed. Gisbourne often bothered Marian. And she did try to keep him at bay, but he never seemed to listen. Marian looked over at them and saw them looking. She smiled apologetically. And they nodded showing they understood.

A dark green bike with a long golden arrow shooting through an 'O' painted on both sides pulled up on the bridge, and the rider looked down onto the ground where lots of bikers and racers met. It was called the Underpass. He smirked as he saw his old friends. They hadn't changed. Even though could not see them well from the High bridge. He could tell who was who straight away. He smirked and skidded his bike before driving off down the bridge. None of them knew it. But he was back