*** Complete revamp for Living Life with SAMCRO. This series will be put out weekly. I only own my own OC's. ***

"Color me your color, baby. Color me your car. Color me your color, darling. I know who you are. Come up off your color chart," I sang to myself while tuning up Beastie's old Harley.

At least, I thought I was singing to myself. I guess at some point my thoughts started to vocalize and I hadn't realized it yet. I probably could have gone on for hours like this if he hadn't caught my attention with his laughter.

"Are you laughing at me," I challenged with a laugh of my own.

"Nope," Lowman lied while still laughing.

"I happen to be an amazing singer," I bragged.

"Yeah, you're a regular Debbie Harry," he jested, cleaning up his area.

When I noticed he was putting away his tool set, I glanced over at the clock. Sure enough, I had lost track of time…again. It was time to pack up for the evening and get started on the office work, which I loathed.

Billy was punishing me still. At least, if felt that way. He claimed that he wanted me to learn office work so I wouldn't be stuck in the garage all the time. But I had a feeling that it had nothing to do with me being in the garage. It had more to do with who was in the garage with me.

Since we had moved from Charming to Tacoma, dad had become much more protective, especially concerning what men were in my life. He didn't care who I hung out with up at the clubhouse or in the garage, where he could keep an eye on me. But when it came to outside of work, well…let's just say I didn't get to have much of a personal life because of my workload. I got the feeling that was intentional.

"Jenn," Billy called, interrupting Happy and me.

"I know, I know. I'm cleaning up now. I'll be in the office in ten," I assured him, showing my annoyance with him.

"No, not that," he responded.

"What? You're sending me grocery shopping or some shit then," I smarted off.

"Watch it, Jenna," he warned, clearly annoyed.

I could see Happy's disapproving look from behind my dad. He would be the type to believe in respecting elders and shit. Personally, I believed all respect should be earned. And if my dad was going to treat me like I was some helpless little sixteen year old, I'd damn well have the attitude of one.

Before I could respond in some quick, catty manner, Billy continued on.

"We're leaving for Charming tomorrow. So, it'll be you and the prospect here for the weekend," Billy advised.

"Wait a minute. You're going back to Charming and I just have to sit here and be babysat," I requested, making my feeling of insult obvious.

"Someone's got to be here for the garage," he countered.

"Bullshit. We've had three customer's all day. And one of them was your friend, so I'm not even really sure if that counts. We can close the shop down for a couple of days so I can go to Charming too," I argued.

"Jenn," he started to protest.

I could tell he was exhausted and in no mood for argument, but I interrupted anyway.

"I haven't seen Gemma in ages," I reminded him accusatorily.

We stood there in heated silence for several minutes. I could see Happy working not to be noticed as he awkwardly put his tools away during our heated exchange.

Finally Billy spoke up, "I'll make a deal with you."

"A deal? What kind of deal," I wondered.

"The kind of deal where I agree you can go, but only on my terms. One, you ride in the van with the prospect. Two, you stay out of trouble. Three, you take over in the office when we get back," he laid out his conditions.

"Agreed," I surprised him with my quick acceptance.

He turned to Happy, "you'd better pack some shit. You're going to."

"Will do," Happy answered, glancing over at me while Billy left for the office.

I hadn't expected him to speak to me again after seeing my pissy attitude towards Billy. He usually didn't.

"So, what's the deal between you and your dad," he questioned, seeming confused by my sudden change in demeanor once Billy came around.

"I'm sick of this shit," I admitted, putting away my tool set.

"Of what exactly," Happy pressed.

"He's got this need to try to control me or something. It's like…he wants me to be…someone I'm not," I tried to explain. "I just…I just want to be me."

The next morning…

I arrived at the clubhouse early. I could tell that only my dad was awake, as light crept out from beneath the crack of his office door. I set my bag on the bar and headed back towards the room I occupied when I stayed at the clubhouse. I had packed everything I wanted to take, excepted for my large, black hoodie.

I opened the door and headed over to the closet. I immediately spotted the hoodie and grabbed it, quickly slipping it on. That was when I realized someone was in my bathroom. I started to head out of the bedroom, and found myself shocked when the bathroom door opened. With a towel wrapped around his waist, Happy stepped out.

"Oh shit, I'm sorry," I apologized, quickly moving to head out the door.

I couldn't help but laugh when I found myself at the end of the hallway. I was by no means laughing AT Happy. I was laughing at the situation. Happy and I had known each other for several months. In the time we had known each other, we worked together quite often in the garage. He was a pretty cool guy. We often found ourselves joking around. I liked that he could understand my sometimes dark or dry sense of humor and didn't simply label me as morbid or inappropriate.

I went be bar and grabbed a beer It was early, but why the hell not? What else was there to do? I was about to be on an eternal van trip, so bringing some may not be idea either.

I had finished half of the bottle when Happy emerged from the hallway. Thankfully, he was fully dressed.

"Hey, sorry about that. Billy said you probably wouldn't be in so early, so I could use your shower," Happy explained.

He stood on the other side of the bar and just watched me drink the beer. It was a different silence than the ones we usually shared. I decided I couldn't handle the strange quiet, so I shattered it.

"So, are things going to be weird between us, like this, from now on," I requested after downing the last of the beer.

"It doesn't have to be," he told me with a devious smirk. "I mean, you can always go take a shower and I can walk on you in just a towel," he boldly added in.

"Oh, well, just take the magic out of it, then," I joked, grabbing a second beer.

"Take the magic out of what," Billy asked as he appeared from his office.

"The road trip," I spoke up before Happy could mention the towel scene.

"The magic of the road trip," he questioned suspiciously.

"You know, for someone who once lived his life on the road, I would like to think that you, of all people, would understand the magic of the road trip," I countered in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yeah, it's not as glamorous as it seems," he responded, noticing the beer in my hand.

"Kinda early for a drink, isn't it," he asked, almost as if he was scolding me.

I sighed and rolled my eyes before taking my beer outside with me. I sat at a table outside. Alone, I sipped my beer while having a couple of cigarettes.

About thirty minutes later, Happy emerged with several bags, including my own. I got up and went over to help him. He disregarded my attempt to reach for some of the baggage.

"We finally leaving," I asked hopefully.

"Yeah, they'll all be out in a minute," he answered, placing the pile of bags into the van.

I watched him reach back inside and pull my bag out. I thought he was handing it to me, which sort of threw me off. So I reached for it. Instead of handing me the bag, he gave me a 'get real' look and motioned for me to take my seat in the front passenger seat of the van. I shrugged it off and took the seat. He set my bag down at my feet.

""Oh, I don't need my bag right beside me," I tried to assure him that my things could sit in the back with the rest of the stuff.

"You'll want this bag within reach," he advised before closing the passenger door.

I decided to take his word for it and watched in the side mirror while he went to the back to close the doors. I looked up when I saw movement from my peripheral view and noticed the guys coming out of the clubhouse. They headed over to their bikes while Happy went around and got in the driver seat of the van.

"So, you gonna tell me what's so important about me having my bag right at my feet," I wondered.

"Just wait until we get on the highway. Then you can take a look for yourself," he responded, moving the van to follow the guys.

A couple of cigarettes later, we merged onto the highway. My curiosity got the best of me. I couldn't wait any longer. I leaned down and unzipped the bag. A smile quickly spread across my face when I saw what Happy had done. There were several beers tucked neatly between the piles of clothes. In excitement, I quickly leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. I immediately moved to pull out one of the longnecks.

"Woah, woah, woah, hold on a minute. The beer comes with a price," he informed me.

"A price," I questioned, a little disappointed that he hadn't just thought of me simply to think of me.

"Yeah," he said firmly. "You answer a few questions for me, and you get the beer."

"Well, can I have one while I answer the questions," I tried to bargain.

He seemed to contemplate the idea.

"Alright, fair enough," he agreed.

"Question away," I told him with a smile, twisting off the first cap.

"You and your dad…what's the deal," he wondered.

"What do you mean," I requested clarification.

"I don't know. You just…you act like you hate him. There has to be a reason for it," Happy more specifically questioned.

"I'm sure you've figured out that we used to live in Charming," I started.

Happy simply nodded in response.

"There's this guy back in Charming. We had always been friends. Sometimes we were more. After his girlfriend bailed, we eventually tried a relationship. He…cheated on me," I began my summary. "So, I found the whore and beat the hell out of her. Jax convinced her not to press charges. And that was when my dad decided Charming wasn't the best place for me. He moved us up to Tacoma. Since then, he's been like a damned dictator. And until he can chill the hell out, I don't think I'll be able to find it in myself to forgive him," I finished.

"Is that why you want to get back to Charming so badly? This guy," Happy asked curiously.

"Charming was and always will be my home. Besides, this guy…is in a relationship," I told him.

"You love this guy," he asked, glancing over at me to see my facial reaction before my response.

"Unfortunately for me, I'll always love him. He's my best friend," I admitted, deciding now was as good a time as any to down the last of the bottle and open another.