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I'm sorry I've been MIA for awhile, and I'm sorry about the whole repost thing. I've had some family issues and depressing thoughts and high school epiphanies.

Ugh. It's a hell of a life.

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Honey Marie Morrow was bored, and when Honey was bored bad things tended to happen.

It was the first day of summer vacation and she was stuck at TM, watching her mom do paperwork. With a sigh, she flicked a paper football across the office. Gemma looked up from her paperwork, fixing her teenage daughter with a cold, disapproving glare. Honey took that as her cue to leave, not willing to suffer her mother's wrath. She lingered outside the office door, contemplating her next actions. With a low hum, she skipped to the garage where Opie was working on a car. When he saw her he grinned, knowing she'd been kicked out of Gemma's domain. He worked around her as she perched on a nearby tool chest. "How's school?" He asked, tugging playfully on a strand of her long brown hair as he passed her. She propped her elbow up on her knee, holding her cheek as she conversed with the man she considered a brother.

"Pointless. I'm not smart like other people, Ope." He patted her thigh sympathetically.

"Just think, though. You only have one more year, then you'll never have to go back." Honey smiled, appreciating the reassurance. Checking the time, she groaned quietly and hopped off the tool chest.

"Mom wants me to watch the office while she visits Abel." She grumbled, dusting off her shorts.

Opie chuckled and shook his head. "She has you doing office shit? We might be out of business by tonight." Honey introduced him to her middle finger as she strolled back to the office. On her way, she noticed a new guy walking out of the clubhouse. Their eyes met and Honey smiled unconciously. She reminded herself to ask Opie about him and settled in the desk chair. She put her headphones in and started a song on her iPod as she opened her book.

A tap on her shoulder startled her and she removed her headphones. Beside her, the unknown guy was standing, wringing his hands.

"Uh, does Gemma have the number for the owner of the BMW?" He asked, a twinkle in his blue eyes. Honey dug around the desk until she found the scrap of paper containing the number. She handed it to him, their fingers brushing against each other. "I'm Half Sack, by the way." He introduced himself.

"Half Sack?" She asked, not entirely sure if she wanted to know. As nosy as she was, there were some things even she had to draw the line at.

"Yeah, I lost my right nut in Iraq." He mumbled, looking down at the floor.

The news equally disturbed and fascinated Honey. "Oh, well, I'm Honey." An awkward silence passed between them until Honey cleared her throat.

Half Sack blushed, "I guess I'll just...go..-" He grunted as he turned and ran straight into the doorframe. Honey giggled, covering her mouth with her hand to stifle the noise. Half Sack smiled at her one last time before heading back out to the garage with a silly grin on his face, just as Gemma stepped back into the office. She smiled at her daughter, still cheery from seeing her grandson.

"Okay, sweetheart. You can go now." Honey shot out of the desk chair and was halfway to the garage before she finished speaking.

Half Sack watched her from his spot by the tow truck, entranced with her. The way her dark hair bounced and flowed around her hips, her long legs on display for everyone to see. Hell, if he looked close enough he could see the ink of a tattoo peeking out from the edge of her shorts. Before he could stop himself he imagined what the rest of the tattoo looked like.

"Dude, don't even try." Opie warned from beside him. "Clay and Jax would both kill you."

"Why?" Half Sack asked, genuinely confused.

Opie chuckled, shaking his head. "That's Honey. Clay's daughter, Jax's half sister." Half Sack's jaw dropped. He knew Gemma and Clay had a daughter but he had never seen her...Or had he? Opie noticed his confusion. "You probably haven't seen her. She doesn't come around a lot during the school year. Happy promised her that if she kept her grades up and graduated, he'd let her go nomad with him for a summer."

"Oh." He mumbled. "If we're done with the repos, I'm going to go to my dorm." Opie waved the younger man away, already stolling back to the garage where he had came from.

In the garage, Honey was becoming bored. Opie was busy running around the lot, Jax was nowhere to be found, and she was lonely. Eventually, she sighed and sprawled on top of the picnic table by the clubhouse. She swung her legs back and forth as she stared up at the roof, hands splayed across her flat stomach. A hand crept up her thigh and she shrieked, slapping at it playfully. When she caught sight of who it was she kicked at him, her high-tops barely grazing his ass. Juice chuckled, continuing on to the clubhouse. Honey stood up and started walking, hoping to find something to occupy herself.

She ended up in the clubhouse, wandering down the hall that housed the dorms. "Just tonight, I will stay, and we'll throw it all away..." She sang under her breath, trailing off when she couldn't remember the words any longer.

When she reached the end of the hallway, she turned back and stumbled into a hard chest. She looked up as warm hands held her steady.

"I'm sorry, I was just going to my dorm and- oh shit, I ran into Clay's daughter..." Half Sack mumbled, panicking with his hands still grasping her waist.

Her soft giggle ended his panic and he blushed, smiling hesitantly. "It's okay. I shouldn't have been wandering around anyway." Her voice was uncharacteristically soft and she cursed herself in her head. 'Idiot, calm your tits!'

As if responding to her internal battle, he tore his hands away and rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well, I guess I'll just...go..." He mumbled, backing towards his room. Honey nodded, watching him until he disappeared into the room and shut the door.

"Huh," She said, the entire encounter seeming surreal. "Well." She shook her head, giving the shut door one last backwards glance as she headed back to the main room.

Half Sack laid his cut over the back of his desk chair and sprawled on his back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling with one thing on his mind.

Honey.

He wondered if she would be at the party tonight.

After all, she was the Princess and everyone came to the Friday night parties.