"Cause life starts now

You've done all the things that could kill you somehow

and you're so far down

But you will survive it somehow

Because life starts now"

-Three Days Grace, "Life Starts Now"

Disclaimer: I do not own the Sons of Anarchy. Just Bonnie, Candi, the other waitresses of Danny's Diner, and the imaginary franchise that is Danny's Diner.

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"Everything's feeling unclear
I wish it was raining
'Cause I hate every beautiful day"

-Sugarcult, "Hate Every Beautiful Day"

Chapter One

"Candi!" Came a yell from the kitchen.

Twenty-three year old Bonnie Leigh Asher, one of Danny's Diner's grill cooks, was severely pissed. The young blond, studying to be an actress, meekly sauntered up to the stainless steel topped partition that divided the kitchen area from the dining counter.

"What in the world does this say?" The older blond, albeit a bit more petite than the girl she was yelling at, was a very intimidating person to those who hadn't been working with her long. She slapped a lined order slip onto the steel top. Candi squinted to read the scribble that was obviously her own handwriting.

"I don't know." was the actress' reply.

"You don't know," Bonnie rolled her eyes "And you wrote it."

"Yeah," Candi winced, preparing herself for a barrage of insults. But all that came was a heavy frustrated sigh.

"Lisa, can you read this?"

Lisa was one of the older waitresses, experienced and more patient with the new people, and had a lot of knowledge when it came to things such as deciphering handwriting. She could even tell what her two year old grandchild was scribbling out.

"Cheeseburger, well-done, hold the tomato and the mustard. Chili-cheese fries."

"Thank you." Bonnie said, glaring at the young waitress.

"Not a problem." Lisa said as she pulled Candi off to the floor. She was muttering something to her, probably telling her to watch her handwriting.

"I don't see why you give her so much hell." a voice from Bonnie's left said. It was Paul, a man in his mid-thirties who was tall and had a head of bright orange hair.

"Because, shes so spoiled. Oooh, look at my Mustang. Its all pretty and pink. And look at the diamond tennis bracelet that daddy got me." Bonnie said, imitating Candi in a high-pitched whiny voice whilst waving her arms around. The two other cooks who were working with her chuckled. " And shes lazy. I mean, if you're gonna work, get off your ass and work! I do not have time to babysit and all that shit!"

"Well, not all of us have the ability to pick things up so easily." argued Paul

"She doesn't even try!" Cried Bonnie in a pitch that was higher than her normal voice.

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Come two o'clock, Bonnie was out of the back door of the diner. It was way too bright outside for her, and she had forgotten her sunglasses today. Most people would love hot and arid days like these. Most people do. But Bonnie hated the sunny dry weather. She was more of a rainy day girl. Thank God it was only a month until the fall weather would start kicking in. She could always layer on more clothes in cold weather but even a little clothing always seemed too much in these hot days.

Bonnie's old white Cadillac El Dorado was parked out back with the rest of the employee cars, in between Lisa's rusty old Ford pick-up, and that damn pink Mustang of Candi's. It was, not to sound corny, her pride and joy. It rode so well and only had a few defects, such as a passenger seat that wouldn't move and a slightly faulty air conditioner. Yet, Bonnie didn't care.

"She better have not banged up my door." She mumbled to herself as she squeezed into the tight space between her car and Candi's. Not a big challenge, seeing as the young woman was so small. No scratch, no pink paint to contrast with the slightly off white color of her car, so she carefully slid from out between them to get into the driver's seat.

It was a late nineties model that was passed down to her when her father finally bought himself a big Dodge truck, but not until after her first car had completely died on her. It was an old Buick from the eighties. And the Cadillac, unlike its predecessor, hadn't given Bonnie any major problems.

Until today.

She turned to start the car and it didn't start. It made a loud clicking noise. She had encountered this before with her Buick in the first few months she had it.

"Craaaaap." She groaned with her head slammed on her steering wheel.

Bonnie got out of her car and headed back into the diner, slamming the car door behind her. She walked swiftly through the kitchen and pushed open the swinging door to the register.

"Sarah, wheres the phone book?" Bonnie asked the waitress at the the register as she propped her elbows up on the counter and buried her hands in her hair.

"Whats wrong, kid?" her co-worker asked. Sarah was a bit older than Bonnie and a lot more sweeter.

"Car. I think its my starter. Keeps clickin' or somethin'." She grumbled.

Sarah slapped the thin Charming yellow pages onto the counter beside Bonnie.

"Teller-Morrow's your best bet. Its either that, or Crazy Bob's"

"There's a reason they call him Crazy Bob." Muttered the blonde as she flipped through the book to find Teller-Morrow's number.

"Whatcha lookin' for?"

Bonnie looked up mid page flip to see Candi leaning over the counter. She frowned and continued to flip through the Yellowpages for the number.

"The number for Teller-Morrow."

"You mean you don't know it?" Candi asked, apparently dumbfounded that not every woman in this damn town wasn't a Sons groupie. The cook looked up at her with a cocked eyebrow.

"If I did, do you think I would be looking through the phone book for it?"

"Well, no...I just thought...you know..."

"What, that like you and your little groupie friends, I too swoon over the Sons of Anarchy?" Bonnie tilted her head and shot the actress wannabe a quizzical look. "Hmmm?"

"Jeez, why do you have to be such a bitch?" Candi muttered under her breath as she turned around.

Bonnie ignored the comment. Its not like she disliked the Sons, she just could give less of a care. The cut didn't scare her, but it didn't command the respect that most people had outright for those boys. She didn't know them and only heard rumors from the older waitresses who liked to sit around and gossip during their smoke breaks, so there was no way for her to judge them. Good or bad.

"Teller-Morrow...Teller-Morrow..." She muttered as she slid her pointer finger down the page "Bingo."

She pulled her phone out from her back pocket and dialed the number as she walked to the back parking lot.

"Teller-Morrow." A slightly New York accented voice said, quite bored.

"I need a tow. Danny's Diner, back parking lot. I think its the starter. Keeps making that click-click-click noise." She told him quickly.

The voice hesitated, " Are you sure its not your battery?"

"My lights are comin' on. So no." She leaned back on to the front of her car. Her wallet chain hit the hood with a low sounding tink.

" Well, the tow truck will be out there in a few minutes. Danny's Diner you said?"

"Yeppers. White Cadillac. Back parking lot."

"Okay,"

They hung up as Bonnie slid her phone shut with a huff. This day was just getting better and better.