Hi guys! So this is my first Sons of Anarchy fic! I'm not new to to fanfiction writing, but this a new account and I haven't written anything in a while so bear with me! I'm hoping to build this up into a multi-chapter fic because I have a good storyline in my head! It will of course follow the events of the show although I have a little twist on the ending! So this first chapter is just to describe the first time Beth and Juice see each other and to give you an idea of what their first impressions of each other are! I'm more than happy to accept reviews even though there might not be much to review just now! Please be kind :)

Disclaimer: I only own Beth!

~ crownedinvictoryx

It was always sunny in California. Every day was the same: sun in the morning, sun in the afternoon, sun in the evening. It was something she'd become accustomed to over the past six months. Not that she'd had much choice. It hadn't exactly been her decision to pack up and move to the States in the first place. Not that she ever complained. She knew that she had every right to be angry with her brother, but she also knew he didn't exactly plan on going to prison. And of course, who else better than to handle his affairs during his sentence than his beloved younger sister?

The sun immediately beat down heavily on Beth's bared shoulders as she exited the prison. Visiting hours had finished and she now had to make her way back to her brother's house in Charming. As she walked across the bare, sandy landscape towards the car park, she found herself suddenly distracted. Lined up in a perfect row along the prison fence, sat several shiny, black motorbikes. A group of men stood close by, each wearing what appeared to be a black, leather cut. She knew who they were. Everyone in Charming knew who they were. Hell, some of their kids were students in her class. However, no one in Charming seemed to fear the motorcycle club. Sons of Anarchy. She couldn't even begin to imagine the anarchy in which they partook. The ratio of bikes to men however, Beth noticed, was more than a little off and so, she could only assume that they were waiting on other members being released.

Upon that thought, she heard a guard call out for the gate to be opened. Almost immediately, the group of men began to cheer and holler, shouting loudly as several men made their way through the prison gate. She couldn't help but watch. She found herself quite fascinated by these men and their actions. Beth stood still, her back to the car park but her eyes focused intently on the large group. They greeted each other as though they were family, hugging and affectionately insulting each other, handing the newly free men cuts similar to those already worn. It was quite a sight to behold. As she stared, her eyes unconsciously met with another's.

He stared back blatantly, a smile on his face. Tilting her head slightly, she looked him up and down, analysing him. Black slacks and a blue t-shirt. Simple. Then again, what else was she to expect of a man who had only left prison five minutes ago? Still, even from such a distance, Beth could see that he was handsome. He was relatively tall with a good build. His hair was jet black and cropped short, his skin a few shades darker than any of the other men with him. He was most likely Hispanic. More importantly though, and what had caught her attention in the first place, he had a really nice smile. A really, really nice smile.

"Let's get the hell out of here!"

The voice that called out was loud and commanding. Beth tore her eyes away from the handsome Hispanic to instead focus on the older man who had given the order. As the rest of the men fell into place obediently, it became apparent that this man was in charge of the group.

Her eyes trailed back to the man with the nice smile to find him still watching her. He had clearly paid no attention to the previous command. A fellow member, older, with dark, wild curly hair, approached him and Beth watched as he slapped the back of the younger man's head. Although she could not hear what had been said, she knew they were talking about her; that was clear from the way the curly-haired male turned his eyes up to her, giving her a sarcastic wave, causing his handsome friend to drop his head and push him, obviously embarrassed. A smile found its way to Beth's lips as she raised a hand in response, flipping him off. He laughed and nudged the younger male before pointing at her and saying something, again, that she couldn't hear. Both men made their way towards the row of bikes, mounting their own and starting up. And then, as though a black blue in the distance, a shadow, they were gone.

Free. They were finally free. After fourteen long months, they were free. No more cells, no more guards; no more prison. They were free.

And yet, all Juice could think about on the ride back to Charming, was the girl he'd seen standing by the parking lot. She had been a good distance away (he would estimate at about half a football field away) but even from that distance, he could tell she was pretty. She was unlike any girl he'd ever seen in Charming. She dressed like a tourist, for one, so it was evident that she was new to town. And she was white as Casper, so he could only assume she was also new to the States. But she didn't seem shy. Dressed in hip-hugging denim shorts and a longer, pale blue shirt that floated around her tiny frame, she definitely stood out. She wore large sunglasses, and let her long, dark hair hang down, hiding a lot of her face. She had something colorful around her right ankle that he assumed was probably some kind of bracelet. She definitely looked like tourist material. But tourists didn't visit prisons. Therefore, it was only logical to believe that she was staying in Charming, was it not? Or at least, living somewhere close to Charming? He wanted to know who she was. He needed to know this girl.

Tig had approved. Then again, Tig would approve of almost anything so long as he could fuck it, that was just his style: not picky. But even Tig could admit when a girl was genuinely worth paying attention to and apparently, flipping him off had been the right way to get his attention. That thought put Juice in two mind: she obviously knew who they were and wasn't afraid, which was good; but there was every chance she would be interested someone other than him. That was, if she didn't already have a relationship. Not that he was specifically looking for a relationship. Although it would be nice to have someone to go home to, like Jax had Tara and Clay had Gemma. Christ, even Opie had Lyla. But what sensible girl would want a relationship with an ex-felon anyway? Quite simply, he didn't stand a chance. And that put him in a real bad mood.

As they drove through the main streets of Charming, sirens began to sound. In a matter of second, they found themselves facing a barricade of cop cars, preventing them from going any further. As they all came to a halt, Juice could only frown, his bad mood worsening. This was not what any of them needed after having just spent fourteen months in a goddamn prison cell.

Only half listening to Lieutenant Roosevelt, Juice found himself distracted by a flash of black. His eyes raised slowly, coming to land on a Chevrolet Camaro. The car was in perfect condition. As it passed them, he could see that it was a recent ZL1 model. Whoever owned that car was one lucky bastard. He watched as it drove a little way down the adjacent street before coming to a stop. The door opened slowly and he spotted a flash of color. It couldn't be. In complete awe, he watched as the pretty girl from the prison emerged onto the street. She flicked her hair back across her shoulders but her sunglasses remained firmly in place. Carefully, she pushed the car door closed and made her way up onto the sidewalk before pausing for a moment outside the door of a little store, unlocking it, he decided. And then, she disappeared from his sight.

"Welcome home, gentlemen."

The sheriff's voice broke Juice's concentration on the pretty prison girl. He tore his eyes away from the little store and back towards the rest of the club. Almost in unison, they started their bikes back up and as soon as the cop cars cleared, they tore off, desperate to get back home.

A smile lit up Juice's face as they rode. She was in Charming. It was a good day: he had been released from prison, and she was in Charming. Freedom and opportunities lay out before him. Life didn't get much better than that.