Author's Note - I do not own Opie or any of the SoA Characters they belong to the genius mind of Kurt Sutter. I do own Amber and other OC's. Stay SAMCRO.

"Got a big plan, his mind's set, maybe it's right, At the right place and right time, maybe tonight , In a whisper or handshake sending a sign, Wanna make out and kiss hard, wait never mind"

Opie turned the song up louder, started to sing to it, dancing around his room. Piney banged on the ceiling, Opie turned it up louder, he was seventeen nearly eighteen and tonight was going to be a great night. Him and Jax were going to their first clubhouse party. He couldn't wait! Their first Friday night. Sure they had been to parties before but family ones, barbeques and birthdays. Tonight was special, tonight they were on their way to becoming prospects for the club. He threw on a black leather cut, no badges marked it, no rockers. He wanted in more than he wanted anything. Sons was his blood, Sons was his family. If they made prospects tonight he would get his first tattoo to celebrate.

His Pop and Clay had bought him and Jax their first bikes not 6 months previous. Alright they weren't harleys, and their engines weren't powerful but Opie felt like a fucking king on it. Him and Jax, always together, his best friend. They were leaving school and joining Teller-Morrow as trainee mechanics in the summer and Opie couldn't wait.

The only downfall was that he wouldn't see her everyday. Amber. His crush. She was gorgeous. Long red hair that curled right down to her behind. Green eyes. Perfect figure. She was out of his league and he knew it. Big Otto was a big name around here and she was his eldest daughter. The Outlaws son and the outlaws daughter not a fucking chance in hell. Big Otto would cut his fucking balls off.

Opie heard Jax's bike pull up, he heard Jax bang the door. He tucked a packet of smokes in his pocket and his zippo. Pushed his rings on his fingers and finally he grabbed his black beanie sliding it over his hair. Harry "Opie" Winston was ready to rock.

"OPE C'mon.." Jax shouted as Opie opened the door, he grinned and hugged his best friend. Jax was shorter that Opie, blonde blue eyed. The girls threw themselves at Jax, Jax had already had his share. Opie hadn't he was saving it. For what? Amber? Who you kidding son?

They rode side by side to TM, pulled in and parked their bikes. Loud rock music flooded the courtyard, barbecue in full swing, Sons and crow eaters alike gathered, in the boxing ring Tig was going some with a young newly patched Tacoma member who they barely knew called Happy. Already earned his Men of Mayhem patch on his cut. They were slogging the hell out of each other.

Clay grabbed both boys by their leather cuts and then shouted at Bobby Elvis "Break that shit up, Chapel five mins. You two grunts with me." He pulled them by their collars. It was Jax's eighteenth birthday and this was it, Opie was sure. They were gonna get their prospect cuts.

Beers were pressed into their hands by Chibbs, Opie liked him a lot, scottish by birth he had come over from Ireland. He now lived in Charming. "Right you two little shit heads, drink up, see ya after chapel."

Another guy who they new only as Juice stood with them, he had been a hang around for a while, Opie guessed that he was shitting it as much as he was. "Aight Juice?" Opie nodded towards him. Juice nodded back "Ope, Jax." Raising his beer bottle towards them. Jax nodded in return, the young prince of Samcro was quiet tonight it seemed.

In the chapel the guys sat around the table, Clay, Piney, Big Otto, Tiggy, Chibbs, Bobby Elvis, and some of the Tacoma Charter. Clay puffed his chest out and said to the gathered.

"Prospects.. I got three waiting. Jax my son, Opie Piney's boy, and Juice. Lets here it. Jackson Teller.. eighteen today."

"Seconded" Big Otto shouted.

"Harry 'Opie'" Winston, Piney's boy, Eighteen in three days."

"Seconded" Shouted out Piney, who got a dirty look from Clay.

"Can't vote in your own boy Piney."

"Seconded" Came from Bobby Elvis.

"Oh fucking hell what a name. Juan-Carlos "Juice" Ortiz."

"Seconded" Came from Chibbs.

A round of "Yay's" went around the table and Clay nodded his head to Tig, "Bring em in."

Tig opened the Chapel door "INSIDE GRUNTS..." he shouted at the three boys. Jax walked in first and Opie followed him, Juice bringing up the rear.

Clay stood up and looked down at them "You got a fucking year to prove you're worth shit to this club, this is the hardest fucking year of your lives. You do watch a patch member tells you, you say shit, you got it? Good." Bobby Elvis handed out their cuts, the three of them put them on, before they were enveloped in hugs by the Sons.

"Now prospects get your asses out there and celebrate. Jackson and Opie this way." Clay and Piney motioned them to follow. Clay opened the shuttered doors of TM and two harleys sat there. Dyna's. Both stunning. Both shining machines of chrome and steel. Opie and Jax stood there looking at them. Clay and Piney placed the keys in their sons respective hands.

"Happy Birthday Jax and Ope.. May you treat em better than any chick."

Jax whistled and ran his hands over the tank lovingly. "Thank you Clay. I love you man." he hugged his stepdad. Opie kinda hung back for a bit and looked at Piney.

"Pop.. I don't know what to say. Just thank you Pop." He grabbed his old man and held him tightly. Piney slapped his back.

"You do me proud son. I love you."

Jax and Opie sat on their Harleys, turning the Dynas over. They roared into life and the boys, rode em around the lot, cheers came from all sides and hoots and holla's followed them.

One girl sat on her own at the bench, long red curls half covered her face as she watched the boys on their bikes. Amber. She was crushing on Opie, her Dad had set the rules. No boyfriends till she was 17, that was a week away. She sighed as she watched him. He pulled the bike up next to her and offered his hand with a smile. "Just round the lot Ambs?" She grinned and climbed on. Her heart thumping in her chest. She clung to his waist and placed her face against the cool leather of his cut. He took her around the lot and dropped her back at the bench. Before parking his Harley he smiled at her. She was going to obsess about it for days. Out of everyone there Opie had chosen her to go on the back of his Harley first. Was that a good sign? She didn't know. Fuck. She picked up her phone and texted her best friend Tara. "Come to club? Ope n Jax new bikes. I got a ride with Ope. Hurry up?" hitting send she lent back against the table with her bottle of coke and waited.

Opie had the biggest shit eating grin ever, she had wrapped her arms around him as he rode her round the lot, she was pressed against him. Man he wish he had the nerve to ask her out on a date. Man, Big Otto was a scary fucker, Luanne worse! He would have to ask permission to date her first he thought. He sat on his Dyna, running his hands over the tank as he watched her take a drink from her coke. Those lips. He lit a smoke and lent back in his seat. Jax came and sat next to him, parking his Dyna, lighting his own smoke he grinned at him.

"Ope we made it bro.. were gonna be SAMCRO." Jax blurted out
"Not yet Bro, got a way to go." Opie said stoically. Always level headed.
"Pft this is our future. I can't believe these Harleys, how long you think the Old Men were planning this?" Jax rattled on, still grinning at Opie.
"Dunno Bro. Check Amber out.. she is smokin' hot tonight. " Opie glanced over at Amber as Tara walked up to her and both girls turned and looked over at the boys.
"Bro, its always Tara for me. One day she will be wearing my crow."
"Smokin' hot.." Opie stated as his eyes locked with Ambers over the otherside of the lot. Amber turned away first, breaking contact with his eyes she turned her head up to Tara's and said something, Tara looked at them both and burst into giggles.