AN: This is my first fic. I'm very new at this. I've just had this story stuck in my head so I wanted to share with you all. Let me know what you think.
Charming, California.
The warm summer breeze was so familiar yet so different. She was used to the cold weather of Chicago and hadn't yet gotten familiar with the warm weather again. The clothes she wore felt foreign to her because most of the time she was wearing big heavy coats and thick jeans and some snow boots. Now here she was in a short pair of cutoff jeans that showed her legs and a black skin tight tank top that showed off her curves her and hair was thrown up in to a messy bun.
They had been back in Charming a little over a week and she was slowly getting used to it. It had been 10 years since she left this place and never looked back. This town held so many memories for her, good and bad. This is the place where she grew up, the place where almost everyone knew her name, the place where she found the love of her life. But, this is also the place where her mother died and where her father would get so drunk that he would black out just to numb his pain. This is also the place where she lost the love of her life.
She still can't believe she came back here, she always told herself that she never would, that she had nothing left in this town. She was heartbroken when she left, the boy who she loved with all her heart chose the club over her. SAMCRO. In this town that name is said in whispers and hushed tones, they say they are a bunch of motorcycle enthusiasts and mechanics but everyone knows they partake in illegals activities but it's not spoken of. That club became the only family she knew when she was a teenager. They took care of her and watched out for her and made sure she had a place to go when daddy got a little too drunk and decided that hitting his only daughter would make her mother's face disappear. She liked that she had a family, but she knew deep down she couldn't live the life he was leading. Being just an Old Lady.
If you love the boy, you learn to love the club
The words of his mother, Gemma Teller-Morrow. The woman who she started to idolize because she was the only person who was every truly a parent to her. Towards the end there relationship became nothing more than a bitter cat fight. Tara was trying to pull him away and make him leave with her and leave the club and violence behind but he couldn't. Told her 'The club is all I know' and that was pretty much it. Gemma had won and her son stayed with her and his club.
Jackson Teller. He was the boy every girl in school wanted to be with and even though none would ever admit most guys wanted to be him to. Not a care in the world, got any girl that he wanted and was heir to a motorcycle club. They got together when they were fifteen and they both knew it was different. She had never really had a boyfriend before, pretty much stuck to herself so when he started taking notice in her it was different. He was different when he was around her, told her things she knew he didn't really tell anyone. Hung out with her almost every day, it was like they couldn't be apart from each other. Even though he had a bad reputations with girls, Tara knew this was real and she fell quick and hard for him. As he did for her. They said I love you to each other the night he took her virginity and she thought they would be forever.
Three years they were together and they were amazing. They had to be with each other almost all the time and when they weren't they missed each other. She even got the tattoo, the crow. Which symbolizes that she belongs to him and only him and she never regretted because Jackson Teller was is her soul mate.