This story is set in the beginning of season one. Please leave me some feedback.
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Chapter 1:
In our beloved little town of Charming, California, the air was anything but quiet. The constant unmistakable roars of motorcycles fill the streets; and the Rogan's home, in particular. Mr. Rogan, an underpaid, overworked; accountant turned up the music in his kitchen to drown out the noise while he cooked supper for his two daughters, Autumn and Emily.
Autumn, with her homework spread out on the bed, found herself feeling the craving for a cigarette. She stepped on to the cold wood floor and peeked out of her bedroom door to see if the coast was clear. After easing the door shut, she tiptoed to her window, which she promptly opened. She slid the pack of cigarettes out of her backpack and on to the bed. Removing one of the long, white, tubes, she reminded herself that smoking is a nasty habit and, as she lit it, she swore to quit.
The night was young and the sound of music hung in the air. That could only mean one thing, a party, and from the sound of it, that party was happening only a few blocks away at the Teller-Morrow Automotive Repair shop which also housed the clubhouse for a local Motorcycle Club, the Sons of Anarchy. Autumn listened closely to identify the song, but failed. The cool September breeze caressed her face as she inhaled her cigarette.
Autumn:
As I took another drag of my cigarette, I remembered all the reasons I hated my life. Thanks to my overprotective father, I had no life. In my seventeen years on Earth I had never been to a party without chaperones, never been allowed to go out with boys, and had few friends. My mom had been out of the picture for over a decade, having run off with her boss to Hawaii only a year after my sister's birth. I hated her for leaving us and never spoke of her to anyone. My father raised us single handedly while working from home. Although he did well, I resented him for keeping me locked away like a child.
I closed my window and hid my cigarette butt under some paper in my trashcan. Then I headed downstairs for dinner.
Jax:
I took a long look around the clubhouse. I didn't really know what I was looking for, just a distraction. The party was hoppin' and all the crow-eaters danced in the center floor. I dared to gaze into the crowd. I was sure one of them would see me looking at them and come over to me, but they were busy dancing. My mind was in so many places. I turned back to the bar and ordered another drink. I found myself thinking of Wendy and the baby. I tried to play out in my mind the way it would work, but I was unsure. One thing was for certain, getting Wendy pregnant was one of the worst mistakes I had made. Tonight was going to be a long night. The music was loud so I decided I would step outside to catch a break.
Autumn:
As I sat beside my sister at the table, I pushed the food on my plate around with my fork. I had already eaten all of the smoked turkey I could handle, but had leftover peas and potatoes. "Are you full?" my father asked. I nodded. "Can I have your potatoes?" my gluttonous sister had completely cleaned her plate already. "Have it all. Can I be excused? I'm not feeling all that well and I'd like to get ready for bed." My father acknowledged my request with a smile, and said "See you in the morning, then." I bid him and Emily goodnight and headed upstairs to my room.
Opening my window again, I listened to the party music. i wished I could party and have fun for one night. My friends were just as sheltered as I and none of them would have been allowed to hang out on a school night. The music filled my ears. Sticking my head out the window, I looked toward the party. But what was I expecting? Of course I couldn't see three blocks down the street. So I decided to sneak out and go for a walk.
I pulled a pair of nice fitting jeans from my closet and stepped into them. My Pantera hoodie would have to do, because my only other comfortable sweatshirt had a school logo on the front. I slipped on my converse and pulled my long black hair into a ponytail. I asked myself if I should wear make up. "nah, I'm just going for a walk. No need." Then I climbed out of my window and stood on the roof. I had arranged my pillows to look like a body beneath the covers and no one would be the wiser, so I closed my window but did not lock it. Making my way across the roof silently was not an easy task, but I managed it and found myself climbing down the lattice on the east side of the house.
I walked down the sidewalk with my hands in my pockets until I decided I may as well light a cigarette. I checked my cell phone for the time. 9:54. The party music was loud and clear when I got within range. I could hear the distinct voice of Zakk Wylde and the rest of Black Label Society by the time I could see the gate of TM. The night was cool and breezy and to my surprise, someone was enjoying the weather as much as I was. There was a guy sitting outside the gate smoking what looked like a cigarette. I hoped he wouldn't see me, but secretly i wished he would invite me in. I walked closer and closer to the gate and finally he said "Hey."
Jax:
I wasn't expecting anyone else at the party, so I assumed I would be alone outside when I went to the gate. Not long after I sat down and lit my joint, a girl walked up. A pretty one. "Hey" I said to her. She looked over at me, "Hey yourself."
She had dark hair and beautiful pale skin. Her large round eyes were a gilded green. "What are you doing walking around in the dark?" I asked her, truly curious. She smiled then spoke, "I heard the music and wanted to see what all the fuss was about." "Oh so you're here for the party" I announced. She smiled again, this time fully. Her pearly whites were very straight and her lips pulled back to show them oh so perfectly. "I guess I am, but I don't know anyone here." She said shyly. This time it was my turn to crack a smile. I stood. Puffed on my joint. She must have finally smelled it because she crinkled her nose and asked, "Is that… marijuana?" I simply could not help but to laugh. "Yea. Some good shit, wanna hit it?" I tried passing, but she looked weary. "What's wrong? Ya never smoked pot before?" she shook her head. It was then I realized that she did look a little young. I hoped she was at least 18 because she was exactly the kind of distraction I needed tonight. "Well my name's Jax. Now you know me and I can show you around."
"I'm Autumn." She introduced. I was surprised that was all she said.
"Well, Autumn, strange but nice." I said trying to make some conversation. She grinned, "It's a family name. It's nice to meet you by the way." She extended her had to me, but instead of shaking it, I took her petite little had in mine and brought it to my lips. "It is a pleasure to meet you as well." She looked shocked. "You sure you don't wanna hit this, it might do you some good." I tried passing the joint. "I'm not sure." She replied. "Come on, it wont hurt. And then you'll just feel good." I coaxed. She looked at me with her big green eyes and shrugged. She took the joint in her hand like a cigarette. And then, she took a long drag. "No no. Puff on it, dear." I instructed. She did as told and then began hacking up both lungs.
"Ugh, why would you do that to me? Thought you said it wouldn't hurt." She finally heaved. I just laughed. "I'm sure it's just because it's the first time." She smiled and puffed again before passing it back to me. We stood there getting high for another ten minutes or so until we decided to head in to the party.
I opened the door for the lady and just as I hoped, I got a clear view of her perfectly round, supple, ass. Juice and Half Sack greeted us at the door. "Hey guys, this is my friend Autumn." I introduced. Everyone greeted her welcomingly. So they'd better or I would have their asses, all of them. Clay walked over from the bar with a margarita and a beer, "Who's your friend? You're making all the crow-eaters jealous" he said. "This is Autumn," I turned to her, "Autumn, this is my step dad, Clay." I made the introduction. He smiled that huge smile of his and told her he was glad to have her here at the party as he handed her a margarita. She thanked him and he handed me the beer he had brought over. "You guys enjoy yourselves tonight. Jackie boy earned himself this party so ya'll have fun." He said before walking away. "Your dad is in the club?" she asked, seemingly surprised. "Yeah. Actually, my father and Clay started this club." I answered. Her face said she was confused.
Autumn:
The inside of the clubhouse was more or less like a bar. Not that I had ever seen one of those either, but it seemed like a fair comparison. The man, Clay was wearing a leather vest marked "First 9," and "President." I couldn't believe the president of the Sons of Anarchy just served me a drink. "So you aren't in?" I asked Jax. His friends wore vests, where was his? He laughed, "You're kidding right?" I shook my head. He looked down at his chest and seemed surprised at first. "Well, mines dirty. Unlike all the other guys around here, I like to get mine cleaned." Too bad. I'd bet he looked even more amazing in it. His long blonde locks fell on his shoulders. He tucked one side behind his ear and motioned for me to bring my ear in. he whispered into it, "You never would have guessed I'm the VP would you?"
He was the Vice President of the Sons? Holy Shit. I was sure this was just a dream because I smoked that pot and was surely just imagining. I scoffed. He lifted an eyebrow. "Don't believe me?" he questioned. I shrugged. He placed his hands on my waist and began to dance, moving my hips as he did so. I just loosened up and tried not to look so shocked. "I'm sure you don't know, but every girl in this clubhouse is staring you down." He chuckled. "Why?" I questioned as his left hand slipped under my hoodie, just barely, I gasped. "Because you're pretty, and you've got my attention." He answered just above a whisper. Then he motioned for me to stay where I was as he went to the bar. I looked around and for the first time I realized every girl in the room was staring at me in some way or fashion. Whether it be by glancing over their shoulders as they dance or just flat out staring. I felt uneasy. It could be the margarita that was almost gone. What was wrong with me? I never drank before and here I was gulping down a margarita, and I had never done drugs before but I did without much hesitation tonight. What was I becoming? But more importantly, why; and for whom? Then Jax returned with a tray of 6 shots.
"Let's go to my room" he suggested. I knew I shouldn't, but I followed anyway. I could feel the stares of all those girls at my back until we closed the door behind us. The room was small, but comfortable. "I didn't know a clubhouse or automotive shop had bedrooms. This place double as something else too?" I asked playfully. Jax smiled. His lips graced over his sweet mouth. I didn't realize how attracted to him I was, then again it could have been the margarita. "Would you like a shot?" he asked. A shot? I really don't know.. I thought; but instead I asked, "Of what?"
Grinning, he reached two shot glasses from the tray. "Tequila, sweetheart." I knew I really shouldn't have, but I agreed. Holding the ounce of tequila in my hand felt weird. Not casual and cool like the margarita. "To a new friendship?" he raised his shot glass. I toasted it and then downed the wretched liquid. But then I knew I should not have done it. "So tell me about yourself, Autumn." He prompted. I rolled my eyes. "What do ya want to know?" I replied, being revolted by the terrible after taste. "Where do you stay? Are you from here? I've never seen you before."
Of course, I didn't want to tell him the reason he'd never seen me is because my father was an overprotective freak or that I was in high school and not allowed to hang out with anyone except my select friends. "Well," I started, "I live just down the street. Stay in my house mostly. My mom's been gone for a while and I take care of my younger sister Emily."
"Where'd she go?" he asked. I didn't want to get into all my personal business but he asked so genuinely curiously I didn't mind talking to him. "She ran off with her boss to Hawaii." He looked shocked, "And left you with your kid sister? That's whack." I nodded. "So what about your dad?" was his next question. "He raised me and my sister till I was old enough to do it. Now he has an office job again and he depends on me to take care of Em." I answered honestly. He nodded, "and how old are you?" oh god. The question I feared. He was going to kick me out of his party. So I tried to be smooth, "What kind of question is that for a lady?"
Jax just laughed and reached for two more shots. "No, thank you." I said when he tried to pass one to me. "Come on, one more. I think you can handle it."
Jax:
She looked tipsy enough, but I really wanted an excuse to comfort her, so I coaxed her into another shot. "I really shouldn't drink any more, Jax. I really should go home." She said, slightly slurring. "I can take you. If you want." I offered, at least I'd get her on my bike. She nodded. It was almost 1 AM and I had to get up early in the morning anyway. I got up and threw on a black hoodie. She sat on the bed rubbing her head. I asked if she was okay. She nodded but then told me we'd better walk. It was only like 3 blocks anyway.
I held her hand and guided her through what was left of the party. Everyone had coupled off and gone to the rooms for the night. The only ones left in the main room were drunken crow eaters and a few of the men they had acquired. When we reached outside, it had gotten colder. We began walking on the sidewalk. Still loosely holding hands. She was smiling. "So do you think I'll see you around?" she asked. I laughed. "Well why don't you give me your phone number and we can make sure you do?" I handed her my iphone. She added her number to my contacts and locked the screen before handing it back to me. She was beautiful. Not to mention she was sporting that cute Pantera hoodie. I would definitely call her in a couple days. i reached into my back pocket for my cigarettes. When I opened the box, there was another joint rolled and ready for me. "You wanna smoke this?" I asked her, holding it out for her to see. She shook her head. Instead, I just placed it into her hand, "Keep it. Smoke it when you're alone so you can really experience it." I told her. She didn't look sure, but then she stuck it in her own cigarette pack. "Thanks. But I never smoked before tonight, I don't know if I'll actually try it alone. But I will save it until we hang out again, so we can enjoy it together." And then she smiled. Before we knew it we were standing in front of her house.
"Goodnight, Autumn" I said, "It was really nice to meet you." Grinning, she replied, "Goodnight Jax. I hope to see you soon." I hugged her goodnight, lingering a bit. I pulled back and looked at her one more time before I released her. She ran toward the side of the house. i began to walk away, but I watched as she climbed up the lattice work on the side of the house, on to the roof top and into the top window. I knew she was young, but I didn't think she'd still be sneaking out.