Rating: T - M, depending on the chapter
Author's Notes: I've been in a real writer's flunk as of lately and needed something to try and pull me out of it. Since I've been obsessing over Sons of Anarchy lately, I thought trying the 100 theme challenge for it. And just to torture everyone, it's from the point of an OC (oh, you're lovin' me now). Anyways, this isn't a serious story project, just something to help get me writing again. But if you enjoy it, that's great. If not, well, I guess that's all right too. Either way, this is mostly for me. Also, this isn't really canon and each story doesn't really fit into a timeline or directly relate to each other unless they say so. One day, I'll write a proper SoA story. But this one isn't it.
Disclaimer: I do not own SoA (otherwise, that wouldn't have happened to Half-Sack and Johnny Lewis would have been bribed heavily). But, any characters you do not recognize, are mine. And I certainly do not own any of the songs you see in each chapter. They're by the artist listened with each of them. How much each has to do with the actual chapter is up for debate. Mostly it's just what I was listening to. In this case, Bruce Springsteen (cause everyone needs a little Springsteen in their lives).
SONS OF ANARCHY
100 theme challenge
1. Introduction
Oh-oh come take my hand
We're riding out tonight to case the promised land
Oh-oh Thunder Road oh Thunder Road
Lying out there like a killer in the sun
Hey I know it's late we can make it if we run
Oh Thunder Road sit tight take hold
Thunder Road
-- "Thunder Road", Bruce Springsteen
I pushed open the door to the clubhouse, coughing at the smell of cigarette smoke that flowed out. It was early in the morning yet the place was crowded with club members as well as their friends and a bunch of sweet butts, most of them sleeping. I rolled my eyes at the sight, though it was something that I had seen my whole life. Growing up as the daughter of the club president just made this a typical sight.
Dropping my bag next to the counter, I ducked under so I could be behind the bar. I took the nearest bottle of liquor off the shelf and settled down on the floor so I was out of sight. Silently, I popped the bottle open and began drinking. I had had a rough night, having been out partying with my best friend, Peyton. We had run into trouble in the form of a couple of douchebags who were visiting Charming during their spring break. Who visited a town like Charming for spring break anyways? Shouldn't they be at the beach?
I gulped down another mouthful and froze as I heard noises on the other side of the counter. I knew it was just people that would normally be there but I still felt paranoid now the less. Maybe the rough night was getting to me. I hadn't been forcefull man-handled like that since high school. Stupid jocks.
"Princess, are you here?" my dad's groggy voice said. I decided he must have spotted my bag sitting there where it hadn't been before. I reached my arm up and gave a wave. He gave a grunt of acknowledgment, having spotted me. I went back to drinking.
"It's a little early in the day to be drinking, isn't it?"
I flinched at the sound of Juice's voice. I looked up at him and scowled. He was leaning over the counter, looking down at me with an amused look on his face.
"I need it after the long night of hot sex I had," I retorted, taking another swing. The amusement dropped off his face.
"You're lying about that," he stated. I could see the annoyance in his eyes.
"No, I'm serious. Just call Pey and ask her." I stood up, having finished off my bottle. I felt a little woozy, mostly from standing up so quickly and not the booze. I gave him my sweetest, most contrary smile before heading out from behind the bar.
The clubhouse had been stirring since our short conversation had started and many of those not directly linked to the club had left. I quickly brushed my back-side, hoping I hadn't gotten any dirt from the floor on it, and picked my bag up, settling it on my shoulders. Juice had followed to stand next to me. He was still looking serious. I patted his cheek.
"I'll see you later," I said brightly before making a break for the door. I barely got outside before a hand grabbed my wrist and pulled me back. I slammed into Juice's hard body. I stared blankly at his chest for a moment before risking a peek up at him. "Yessssssssssss?"
"You're lying." It wasn't a question but rather a statement. I sighed, defeated. I knew how jealous this man could get; I wasn't going to argue with him.
"Yes, I'm lying. Peyton and I went out for a couple of drinks and dancing," I said, attempting to tug out of his hold. Reluctantly, he released me. "How about you? Had any…. 'fun' last night?" I knew the suspicion had leaked into my voice. He shook his head with a crooked grin.
"Nah. I promised remember?"
"Good boy." I smiled again, this one more relieved than annoying. "I gotta go, though, so I'll see you."
"All right." He pressed his lips gently to mine. I enjoyed the feeling for a couple of singles until we broke apart. With that, I walked back to my car though I could feel his eyes watching me as I left.
Juice was my boyfriend of a year. I remember meeting him while he was a prospect for the SAMCRO, my father's motorcycle club. I had the biggest crush on him starting when I was seventeen. After my high school graduation, I had hooked up with him and allowed him to swipe my v-card, as Peyton so lovingly put it. But I was really young – still a teen – and I didn't want to be tied down to one man, especially one who always around women who willingly threw themselves at him. I knew all about how the club members weren't exactly the most faithful lovers and were always sleeping with the sweet butts.
That had scared me away from him. Even though he insists he hadn't been with anyone else since he had slept with me, I didn't want to trust him. I started going out with random guys just to prove I was desirable. But none of those relationships lasted very long; the guys of the club always scared them away before a week was out. And I knew Juice had everything to do with it.
After a year of my silliness, much convincing from both my parents and my godfather, and listening to him repeatedly about how he hadn't been with anyone else, I finally caved. And we started dating.
I pulled my car up in front of the restaurant that I worked in. It was your average, everday restaurant a town like Charming would have. It was on the out-skirts, which got it more attention than one in the center of town would from passersby. My father wasn't exactly fond of me working here; Mom had given be the 'get a real job' lecture many times while in high school. And I had decided on this place, owned by Peyton's mother. It paid well enough for the house I lived in (bought by my parents who just wanted me out of the house but living somewhere nice). My father had said I didn't need a job anywhere but at his garage. I had considered that too. But I had taken the job hunting while I was in denial and didn't want to be working where Juice was. The restaurant was the top choice.
"Who who dragged her sorry ass into work today!"
I gave Peyton the bird. She grinned at me from where she was behind the counter. She was a pretty young blond with hair falling in waves past her shoulders. We had been the best of friends since elementary school. Throw in our friend Alice and we were a regular set of Charlie's Angels.
"You look how I feel," she commented offhandedly. I scowled at her. I knew I looked like shit after last night but how could she manage to go through it all and let still look so good? "It's magic," she said, as if reading my thoughts.
I went into the back and changed into my uniform, as well as fixing my brunette hair into a tight ponytail. It was the start of a long day.
I could see the clock hit six in the evening. I heaved a sigh of relief as I finished off wiping the table before heading into the back. Peyton was already there, changing.
"You wanna do something tonight?" she asked as she took the ponytail out of her hair.
"Sure, we can go out again, I suppose," I answered, pulling my shirt up over my head. Someone entered then.
"WHOA. Half naked ladies."
"Hi, Alice," we both said automatically. The redhead grinned, walking over to us. She didn't work here at the restaurant, but rather at the local music store. She had always been a drummer at heart; it suited her better than here. Besides, she wasn't exactly the nicest person to talk to. As Peyton's mother had said, she wasn't waitress material, unless you wanted a black eye.
"Where were you last night?" Peyton asked, suddenly sounding suspicious. "Kelly and I had to go out on our own." Alice shrugged.
"The troll was sick and Mother-dearest was busy, so guess who had the honor of nursing it," Alice responded, deadpan. I snorted. By troll, I knew she meant her younger brother. She turned her gaze to me. "Peyton texted me that you had a little rub down with a college guy."
I shot a glare at the blond, who didn't even flinch.
"He was drunk and apparently wanted a lay," I grumbled, stuffing my work shirt into my bag. I needed to bring it home for a washing. Alice gave me a huge grin.
"You do it?" she asked. I gave her an offended look but didn't answer as I left, both following.
"Oh, Alice, you know Kel's attached now." I could hear Peyton and Alice talking behind me. I sighed deeply. They often had this discussion just to bother me. I knew it mostly happened because of my denial phase. That amused them more than any other stunt I had ever pulled.
"I'll meet you two out there," I said, getting into my car. I heard them call agreed as they both got into Alice's car. My phone started ringing so I answered it. "Hello. Kelly speaking."
"Hey, baby girl." I smiled at my mother's voice as I started driving.
"Hey, Mom. What's up?"
"We're having a family dinner tomorrow night. And you're going."
"You say that like I don't have a choice."
"That's because you don't. The club's all coming." There was a brief pause as she did whatever task she was doing. From the sounds of it, she was in the middle of making supper for her and Dad. "What are your plans this evening?"
"Hangin' with Peyton and Alice."
She made a noise of acknowledgment. "Why don't you ever hang around the clubhouse at night?" I flinched at the question, happy that she wasn't able to physically see me. It was true; I never really hung around the clubhouse at night except when they had their parties, which Dad told me I was obligated to be at. And I was Daddy's little princess, so I couldn't argue with him at that. I couldn't come up with a real reason for why I wouldn't be there. Alice had decided I didn't like being around all the croweaters. I decided to stick with that. What they did… I really didn't like it, no matter how much the guys enjoyed it.
"Princess?" My mother seemed to have noticed my silence, breaking it with my dad's nickname for me. I shook my head, trying to get my thoughts straight. Zoning out wasn't exactly something I should be doing while driving.
"Nothing, Mom. I'll be there tomorrow. Gotta go." I quickly hung up, preferring to be chewed out later rather than discuss why I didn't hang out at the clubhouse more often.
I pulled up to my house and went inside. My first order of business was throwing my shirt into the laundry basket. Then, I sat myself in the kitchen to make myself a quick supper. There wasn't a whole lot in my fridge to make a good, quick supper so I settled on some frozen pasta and parked myself on the couch to watch tv as I ate it. I heard the back door open, and sat up, staring into the kitchen to see who it was.
"Hey, darlin'." I settled back down as Chibs walked in. He was my godfather, having been named so whenever I was baptized as a child. He often let himself into my house at his own need. It wasn't exactly something I cared about. "What's for supper?"
"Frozen pasta," I replied. I set my own on the table and went to the kitchen. He was getting himself a drink as I microwaved him some. He joined me on the couch once it was finished.
I gave him a sidelong glance. He seemed to notice I was watching him, so I said, "No work tonight?"
"None. So, unless something comes up, I'm free to play with my godbaby."
"Sorry to burst your bubble but I'm going out with Peyton and Alice." He gave me the closest thing he could to a puppy-dog look but gave up once I started giggling.
"Fine. But I'm eatin' you out of house and home for abandonin' me like this." I got up and patted him on the head like he was a child.
"If you say so," I called out as I deposited the pasta tray in the garbage and ran upstairs.
In my room, I threw on a strapless dark blue dress and did my make-up quickly. I didn't really bother with my hair, just running my brush through it until it looked nice. I put on a pair of matching shoes, grabbed my purse and headed downstairs.
Alice and Peyton were already downstairs, talking with Chibs. I rolled my eyes; it almost seemed like Alice and he were flirting. Peyton merely looked amused at the whole situation. I stopped by the door, clearing my throat. All three took notice of me.
"Lookin' sexy," Peyton said, coming over to me. She was dressed in a similar fashion though she wore red and her dress had spaghetti straps. Reluctantly, Alice – dressed in her own little black dress – pulled herself away from Chibs.
"Bye, Chibs," I said, blowing him a kiss. He grinned at me and waved slightly. The three of us went outside and piled into Alice's car. I didn't know where we were going, but we were going to have some fun that night.
We had spent the better part of four hours dancing in the local club. Like any group of girls who had been friends for years, we had no problem dancing up against each other. Besides, Juice had said he preferred if I just danced with Peyton and Alice since they weren't likely to ruffie my drink and sleep with me. Though both had hinted at otherwise just to annoy me.
The song ended and the three of us made our way to the bar, tired of dancing after four hours of it. Peyton ordered us all drinks as we settled down.
"It's almost ten thirty," I commented, checking my watch.
"And you haven't been groped yet," Alice said with a grin as she took a swing of her drink. "It's a miracle."
"Says the one who hits on her friend's godfather," I retorted, giving her a look of fake disgust.
"Chibs is hot."
"Chibs is old."
"You're turning into a reverse-Cougar, Alice," Peyton said, though it was easy to hear the amusement in her voice. Alice merely grinned again.
Just then, a group of guys our age had come to the bar and sat down. I could see them eying us like we were meat, and I didn't like that. Not only did I not like that, but neither did my dad, Chibs, Juice and my older brother, Jax. All four were more than likely to take violent actions over it.
"Let's go, guys," I muttered, standing. Peyton and Alice looked up at me, confused. "I'm feeling really tired," I lied. "I didn't sleep last night." The second part was true but I wasn't really tired. I just wanted to get out; being felt up two nights in a row was not something I wanted.
"Fine, party pooper," Peyton said. They got up and we walked outside. To my surprise, Chibs and Half-Sack, the club's prospect, were sitting on their bikes in the parking lot. I rolled my eyes. I should of known my dad would have me followed into this club. It was supposedly 'shady'.
"What are you two doing here?" I snapped as we approached. Chibs merely smiled, though Half-Sack looked slightly stunned. He never knew how to react around me due to me being the president's daughter. Alice and Peyton followed me over. Peyton was merely shivering, mumbling about how cold it was outside while Alice seemed to zone out, staring at Chibs.
"Clay told us to make sure you got out okay," Half-Sack replied, glancing at Chibs. The older Son smiled crookedly.
"Well, you're outside now, hon," he said casually, putting his helmet on. "Guess we can go." He winked at Alice and Peyton before leaving on his bike. I scowled darkly after him.
"You guys are like the secret service," I muttered. Half-Sack gave me an apologetic smile.
"Kel, it's cold," Peyton suddenly snapped. I flinched. I apologized quickly and said a quick goodbye to Half-Sack before we headed to the car. To our surprise, the guys from inside were hanging around Alice's car. Peyton froze, me only a step behind. Alice bumped into both of our backs.
"What's the matter?"
She looked around us. I could hear her curse softly once she saw them. They didn't exactly look very friendly. Past experiences, such as last night, told me guys like them only wanted one thing.
"Prospect," I called, raising my voice so he could hear. He had been about to leave but my voice caused him to stop. His bike slowly rolled up next to us.
"You want them gone?" he asked. All the nervousness in his voice from earlier had disappeared. It was replaced with a more serious, deadly tone.
"Yes, please," I responded. He got off his bike and walked over to them. I didn't know what it was – I personally never found the prospect threatening but maybe that was because I hung around the club so much – but he managed to scare the group away.
"Has to be the cut," I muttered out loud, not replying to Alice and Peyton's 'huh' and 'wha?'. All the locals knew about SAMCRO. Seeing that on Half-Sack must have been what did those guys in. The prospect walked back over.
"All good," he said.
"Thanks a lot," I responded, smiling. I gave him a quick kiss on the cheek. Even in the night's darkness, I could see a faint blush on his cheeks. "See you."
The three of us went to the car instead of watching Half-Sack leave. We didn't trust the guys to not come back once he was gone. As we drove down the road, I poked Alice on the shoulder.
"What do you want, monkey?"
"Drop me off at the clubhouse, please."
"Allrighty, monkey."
While Peyton and Alice talked the whole ride, I remained quiet, staring out the window. Where would I be without the club? Mom and Dad wouldn't be the same people they were without it. Neither would Jax or Juice or Chibs… And I wouldn't be watched so much, which could be a good or bad thing, depending on the situation. Such as tonight. If Dad wasn't such a stickler for my safety, I wouldn't have been followed there by Chibs and Half-Sack. And then Half-Sack wouldn't have been there to deal with those guys.
I was broken out of my thoughts of SAMCRO by the car stopping. "First stop, Teller-Morrow Garage of Sexy," Alice said in her most monotone voice. I burst into laughter at that, though it wasn't exactly super funny.
"Must be the alcohol," Peyton whispered to Alice who nodded as she watched me in the rear view mirror. Once my giggles subsided, I leaned forward and placed a kiss on both my friends' cheeks before getting out of the car. I jogged to the clubhouse, not liking the cold air that hit my skin. Peyton and Alice remained there until I was at the clubhouse door. I gave them a quick wave goodbye before opening the door.
The noise hit me like a semi. I had to stand there for a while, taking in the usual scene that greeted me any evening I felt like showing up here. I stopped by my dad to say 'hi', and responded to the wolf-whistling Tig was giving me by winking at him. I left their table as my dad gave Tig his disapproval of his friend hitting on his daughter.
By this point, I was feeling the exhaustion of lack of sleep. My eyes traveled to the staircase leading up to their dorm rooms. I decided I might as well get some sleep.
"Hey, baby." I smiled as Juice's arms wrapped around me from behind. I leaned back against him, though my attempts to tilt my head up to look at his face failed.
"Hey." I turned myself around so I faced him, burying my face in his chest.
"You look tired," he commented. He started walking, causing me to walk backwards. I could tell he was leading me to the stairs. I nodded that I was as I bumped against the bottom step. Without any difficulty, he lifted me up so my feet weren't on the ground. To make his work easier, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he ascended the stairs. Lucky for us both, his dorm room door was open. He walked inside and gently dropped me onto the bed.
It didn't take long for me to fall asleep after that.
//END
