AN: Alright, this is my first fic, so be nice;) This story just suddenly came to me one day when I was drooling over the hotness that is Juice Ortiz (OKAY, I do like Jax as well :P), so I just decided to write something down. And it kind of escaladed from there I guess. The story is not set at any specific place in time during the series but just kind of generally during the first season (since Half Sack is still there;) ) Anyway, sorry for the long author's note!
Chapter I
Juice POV
I was sweaty. And kind of sticky. And way too warm. My eyes opened cautiously, slowly adjusting to the sunlight blaring from the window. My head was pounding and I was feeling kind of queasy. I gradually began to recognize where I was. And who was with me. A half-naked body was pressed against me. At least it was female, because honestly, I couldn't remember how any of us got here. "Here" being the pool table located in the middle of Samcro's bar. I tried to separate our intertwined bodies, which only ended up in a slick sticky sound.
I slowly made my way upstairs to my apartment on top of the bar/bike shop. After a quick shower (where I used up almost all of my body wash) I fell into my unmade bed and hoped that sleep would erase whatever was left of last night.
Ashley POV
Mornings were always kind of nice. As if everything that had happened the day before was erased and you got to start again – A clean slate, which was kind of what I needed. This may or may not be the reason I moved out of my parents' house in Wilmington, North Carolina all the way across the country to Charming, California.
I could say that it was because I got accepted at Charming University, I really could. But that was a tremendous lie. A shitty little university in the middle of nowhere, CA wasn't exactly what I would call the education of my dreams. But it was as far away from my old life as I could get.
Living on my own was not as horrible and lonely as I thought it was going to be. I settled quickly into my own daily routine. My days were either spent at school or in the library. My nights were spent at home. Alone.
It wasn't like I hadn't befriended anyone; I just liked to keep to myself. In school I was one of the youngest students. Most of the others had worked after high school, or taken a few years off. I was 19. This was also a factor as to why I hadn't really connected to anyone in my class. Most of them had kids or families.
Now, where was I? Mornings, right. Yeah, they were great, totally my time of the day. Peaceful and quiet. I sat in my kitchen and sipped my tea as I flipped through the morning paper. There was mostly news about the local area, bake sales, community fund raisers, that kind of stuff. When I turned to the next page I was greeted with the thick black headline that read: Man found repeatedly stabbed near Oakland – Police fears gang wars. I didn't even read the rest, but quickly turned the page. I had had enough of that.
Instead I found the employment section. As I only went to CU for three days a week, I figured a job would be a good idea. The money I had wouldn't cover me for much longer. As I scanned the page offering jobs, I found a couple that seemed interesting. I had always been kind of good with kids. I'd volunteered at a children's hospital in Wilmington, and the children there seemed to like me. I liked working with kids. They were so oblivious to all the horrible things that went on around them. Or perhaps they weren't really oblivious; they just saw things from a different perspective. Which was really refreshing when all you are used to is the depressing and cynical world of adults.
So when I found a couple of babysitting ads I quickly jotted down the phone numbers and names. I looked at the clock above my refrigerator and noticed I really had to get a move on if I was going to make it to school on time.
Juice POV
The next time I woke up I felt I little bit better. The pounding in my head was reduced to a minor headache. I climbed out of bed slowly and started putting on my clothes. I then dragged myself downstairs to see how much damage had been done.
When I stepped into the bar I quickly looked over at the pool table. The female was gone. Thank God. I turned around toward the bar to see Half Sack tiredly cleaning its surface from alcohol, vomit and other fluids.
"What's up man?" He asked. "How's your head? You were kinda pouring down the drinks yesterday".
"Naw, I'm good man", I shrugged. "You know me".
Yes, if you knew me that was just another thing I would do. Drink myself stupid and attract a walking venereal disease. Half Sack only shrugged back at me and smiled, he knew me all too well.
AN:
Thanks so much for reading! I'm sorry if this was short, I'll be writing longer chapters soon and I hope to upload as often as possible, I have the next two chapters outlined and almost finished, so they will be up soon. After that I hope to update at least once a week, since school starts up soon.
Please feel free to review! I'd love any kind of feedback! And I'm sorry if the English is a bit off, I'm not a native speaker, so in case there's anything that sounds a bit strange, please tell me:) Oh, and I'm Swedish by the way, so if there is someone from Sweden reading this feel free to write to me in Swedish;)
Thanks! /N.