Author's note - I do not own Sons of Anarchy. This is strictly a fanfic and my first. Just a first chapter I wrote over a course of 3 days. I'm not sure what season its going to end up being set in or if its going to follow the plot at all and just be an original story with SOA. Enjoy please review and be nice =]
My name is Lena Martins I live in Charming, California but am originally from Boston. I was born in Charming but had lived with my dad in Boston since I can remember. Charming is a boring old town. I miss the excitement of city life. The noise, the were so many more people in Boston, you could meet a different person everyday but in Charming it felt like I met everyone in two. Charming has one thing that Boston didn't have though, the local motorcycle club the Sons of Anarchy. They're about the only thing exciting in this little town. The towns people respected them more than the local police and for that they fascinated me. Despite their respect or should I say fear, it never stopped them from gossiping like the Golden Girls about them, and as of recently me. Partly because I'm new to town, mostly because I dress like a cartoon character 90% of the time.
I've been in Charming for at least 2 months now getting into a routine of getting settled into my little house, learning the layout of town and working my two jobs. So far the only thing stressful in my life is not getting any sleep and my mom nagging to go over for dinner every night.
I get paid enough working at my mom's salon but I needed the library just to keep busy enough. Being in Boston I was so used to running around like a chicken with their head cut off just to catch the T to work. I work the library and the salon today and thanked God for giving me a good nightmare free sleep that night.
I walked into the salon and said hi to everyone. I made my way to the back to change out of my conservative clothes I wear for my job at the library and into something more my style. I changed out of my flats, khaki pants and button up blouse and exchange them for my black lace up boots, blue tights and a striped spaghetti strap dress. When I was finished dressing I looked in the mirror and messed up my short coffee colored hair so it spiked every which way and put on my favortie deep red lipstick. I finished up by putting my mad hatter top hat on and walked back into the salon area just in time to hear a dozen motorcycles line up in front of the shop. All of them were wearing leather vests that stated which club they belonged to. The grim reaper patch on the back confirmed they were the Sons of Anarchy. Apparently they were regulars at my mother's salon. I was transfixed by them but was snapped out of my staring by my mom.
"Lena dear go take care of the boys, get started on them please!"
"Huh? Oh sure thing ma."
I walked up and leaned against the receptionist desk and said " Whose got the cohones to go first?"
" Who the fuck are you?" one of them piped up. I didn't catch who it was but I smiled a little devilishly and replied " I'm the nice lady with the scissors, you wanna try that again?"
A young guy with long blond hair walked up to talk to me.
" Ignore them, we're just confused is all we haven't seen you around here before you new to town?" he asked. Quirking an eyebrow at him curiously she responded cautiously.
" Yea just moved here about 2 months ago."
He smiled at me brightly and introduced himself " Welcome to Charming, I'm Jax, these are my boys Tig, Juice, Chibs, Bobby, Piney and Opie." Each gave a wave or a head nod when their name was said. I gave a small wave back " I'm Lena." Jax shook my hand, " What brings you here to Charming?"
As I let go of his hand I told him pointing a thumb behind me " My mom she owns the place."
He looked back at his merrymen and said "Guys this is Lily's daughter Lena she just moved here, from? " Looking back at me for the answer and replied " Boston"
"Ohh a city girl!" said a guy with a mowhawk and tattoos on his head. An older man with an oxygen tube on his nose adressed me "Hello Lena, I've known your mom for quite a while. I'm Piney this here is my son Opie, Lily talks very highly of ya" He introduced his son while giving him a pat on the shoulder. " Its nice to meet you " she smiled.
"Anywho back to buisness, whose up first boys?" All of them seemed a little wary to volunteer despite how chatty they were to her just looked back and forth between each other and shrugged all around. " I guess its my choice then, lucky me." She looked at all of them and picked a guy wearing sunglasses with a goatee and long graying hair with scars on his cheeks. And nodded towards him "Yo scruffy-man, you're up!" Mowhawk kid elbowed him to pay attention. He looked up, at least I think he did i couldn't see his eyes through those damn sunglasses. " Pardon?" he said
"Yes you, you're up terminator hop to it!" I said gesturing to my chair as he got up. Jax patted me on the shoulder and chuckled. "You'll fit in just fine here." and went to sit down where scruffy man had gotten up.
" Okay governator whats it gonna be? " I said putting as much sass into my voice as possible when he sat down in my chair. He looked at me frostily. " The names Chibs "
"Aye, aye Chibby so what do you want done?" Tapping my foot impatiently. He grinned at me, "Well for starters some beer and blow job would be nice." The rest of his gang laughing in the waiting area. I'm usually a patient person but for some reason I was a little pissed by the comment. Though I can roll with the punches, I'm gonna give him a piece of my mind. I spun his chair around to say." Listen 'ere Cheshire you can either go with me to the sinks quietly and let me do my job or leave with ya dick in your ass, savvy?" I emphasized by grabbing his crotch and giving it a good squeeze with a smile as I saw him wince.
" Alright lass I've got the point." He stood up and followed me to the sinks after readjusting his manhood. I put a cape on him and he sat back still wearing his sunglasses. "Ay Bono, you're gonna have to ditch the shades."
He slowly took them off proving he did in fact have eyes. Once I washed his hair and was back to my chair I asked him once again how he wanted his hair cut and was thorougly surprised when he gave me a straight answer.
" I don't want it to short just a trim really. Still long and the same style."
" Okay, about how much do you want me to cut off?"
" About an inch, about half an inch in the front." He said while pointing to the different parts of his hair. " Okay I got it. " I began sectioning his hair off to begin the cut when he asked a question " Whats with the funny hat? You look fucking ridiculous"
I looked at him in through the mirror. " Jee thanks for the ego boost, you really have a way with the ladies don't you?" I replied sarcasticly. He didn't say anything because I hadn't answered him. So I cut his hair for a few mre moments in the silence mulling over the question and feeling like I should explain it to him. " The library." I said
He looked up surprised I spoke and said "huh?"
" The hat, I work at the library too and today was story day for the little kids and I like to go all out." I smiled to myself thinking about the kids early that day giggling when I came out in the hat. " I read them Alice in Wonderland, hence me being the mad hatter. And I know what you're going to ask next, the clothes are all me I prefer blue tights and stripes to khaki anyday."
" Promise not to shun me if I ask you another question?"
" That depends are you gonna be an ass again?"
" No"
" Okay shoot" I said welcoming the question.
" Why are you still wearing the hat? Story time is over lass."
I sighed and leaned down to his ear. " You're not the only one with scars Chibby mine are just easy to hide by a simple hat."
He chuckled. "Whats so fucking funny?" I growled
He chuckled a little more and said "Thats not exactly a simple hat. You do look mad as a hatter" I smiled at that. " Its not my fault I like things colorful. You though are the first person to think it funny, the old biddies in this town are driving me nuts."
" What do you mean?"
" Well besides whispering about the Sons of Anarchy they're whispering about how I should dress more respectful and that I look like a loon. Whatever the fuck that means. Its driving me nuts I can't go to the grocery store without those hags following me around."
" Yea I know the feeling," He said "When I got to town none of them could look me in the eye let alone talk about me"
" Its ridiculous dude."
He looked at me incredulously. "What? " I asked "Dude? You can't be serious?" He said.
" Its a term of endearment, relax Chibby." I said smiling knowingly. He rolled his eyes at the new nickname I'd given him.
