Hi everyone! Just a little brief information about this story. It's going to be a slow burn between the main character Abigail and Jax Teller. This storyline takes place just before season one starts and as it progresses I'll touch upon some of the same plot-lines going on in the seasons. All credit goes to Kurt Sutter for creating such an addictive show. You'll learn more about Abigail as the story goes forward. I'm always open to suggestions so feel free to shoot me a review! Thank you and I hope you all enjoy :) xo
I glanced at my hand as it swayed up and down outside of the window of the car I was currently in. I should really be paying attention to the road but the music on the radio was giving me a serious headache and it reminded me of the home I left 3 years ago in Mississippi. It was too country, if that was even a thing, but it really was. The radio was being controlled by my partner in crime Michelle, but most people called her Misha for some odd reason that she never explained to me when I met her 3 years ago. Misha only listened to country music when we were on road trips, and currently we were heading toward her hometown to visit her brother who just arrived home from his second and final tour over in Afghanistan. When Misha got the call last week that her twin brother was finally going to be home she danced around and cried which made me worried at first but when she finally hung up the phone she had told me the great news and I couldn't have been happier for her.
I had never met her twin brother Ian, but once and awhile they skyped when Ian wasn't busy so I had seen and spoken to him a handful of times through video chat. The only resemblances between the two were their leaf green eyes, the dark brown, nearly black hair, and their energetic attitudes towards life. They were both so happy, even on a rainy day. Happiness and energy was something I needed when I moved from Mississippi to California when I was 21, I was desperate for it.
"Eyes on the road Abs" Misha said over the loud twang music and I averted my eyes back onto the open highway in front of us. The sun was just rising over the far away horizon meaning that I had been driving for just over 3 hours; we still had another 2 before we got to her parents' house.
"I thought you said you were going to sleep in the car" I mentioned while pressing the "lower volume" button on the steering wheel "Considering you were at the studio practically all night."
"Remind me to buy you a coffee when we get there, I forget sometimes how much of a grouch you are this early" I rolled my eyes at her comment but I wasn't going to disagree. Misha had stayed at the dance studio where she worked until close, and then some last night and judging from the hickey on her right shoulder blade I could tell why she was incredibly late getting home.
"Maybe you should have told Tony that you had a road trip scheduled?"
"I did… numerous times but he's very persuasive when he wants to be" I smirked a bit at her comment, remembering the first time they had met almost a year ago last summer, he had got her to try a shot of tequila even though I had begged her for a year and a half. And just like that she was hooked on him like no other. They were cute most of the time, and then it was nights like last night when I couldn't stand the thought of Tony because he always made her late for different things.
"Well cover that up before your dad sees it, we don't need Sarge gunning Tony down anytime soon" She moved her hand up over the mark on her shoulder that I had pointed out to her when she was packing at the apartment.
"I'll tell him I burnt myself with my curling iron again"
"Smart thinking" I told her sarcastically
"Shut up and turn my music back on"
"Can't we listen to something else for like an hour, maybe a half hour?"
"Why does Country music bother you so much?" She asked "You're from the south, you should be all redneck ho-dancing and shit" Misha said while she slipped her feet from the dashboard and onto the floor.
"I've already told you why. I can deal with it for a little while, a few songs at max and then it's just a headache" I rubbed at the side of my head with my elbow propped up against the open window of the car door.
"Yeah sure we can listen to something else for a little while…" I quickly changed the station to something more upbeat and with a guitar riff once or twice "Did you get much sleep yesterday after you left work?"
I shook my head "You know I run on little to no sleep Mish"
"Yeah I just thought those sleeping pills would be working"
"They do, remember? I took them two weeks ago and slept for 16 hours straight, you thought I was in a coma and I missed work"
"Right, yeah maybe they could lower the dosage or something so you could get at least 6 hours of sleep… it's going to be a really long day"
"You haven't slept yet either ya know"
"I was planning on maybe napping at my parents considering I'm definitely not falling asleep now"
"Then a nap when we get there it is, you can buy me a coffee later"
"Sounds like a plan" She said while she put her hand over my mouth to stifle a yawn. "Do you think we packed enough for a week?" She suddenly asked while turning around and grabbing her bag out of the backseat of the car.
"I think so; it's the summer so we don't need much" I glanced over at her lap while she rummaged through her big purse.
"But we're so totally going out tonight after we spend time with my folks; one of Ian's friends is hosting that huge party"
"Oh right" I said, kicking myself that I forgot about it. "I think we packed enough, I know you did"
"Hey you over-pack too like all the time so don't give me that"
"You're right I do, mostly because you drag me to these places where sometimes I need a dress, or I need a nice top or heels. I find myself over-packing just to be safe"
"You caught on quickly" Misha said with a proud smile on her porcelain face "Though I don't think you'll need a dress this time, skirts and nice tops are a must on all trips"
"Sure, sure" I mumbled while turning the volume up one notch but she didn't notice "I'm sure you'll be picking out what I'm wearing to this party tonight, am I right?"
"I trust your judgment, though you should really ditch the low rise baggy ripped up jeans, this isn't the 90's" I looked down at my comfortable jeans and rolled my eyes.
"Don't make fun of my jeans and I won't make fun of how your hair gets frizzy in the humidity"
"Hey low blow" She whined out while cautiously pulling her dark hair tighter in the bun at the back of her head "Just because you can do whatever you want with your beach hair doesn't mean you can pick on mine"
"Sorry, sorry" I laughed under my breath while pushing a lock of my sandy blonde hair wavy back behind my ear. It was the color and the style of hair I received from my father's genes. I remembered seeing photos of my grandmother's hair and then when my dad was a kid he had the longest blonde hair for a tanned little southern boy on a farm, everyone thought he was a girl until he shaved it all off when he was 7.
"Did you pack those cut out thigh shorts?" She asked while I turned the steering wheel a bit to go into the middle lane "I think they were acid wash or gray"
"Yeah you put it on the board to bring them"
"Good" She smiled wide and I raised an eyebrow after glancing over at her
"Why did you want me to bring my slutty shorts you made me buy?"
"Because you're wearing them tonight"
"No way, I'm not wearing slutty shorts at your parents' house"
"Not at my parent's small get-together, out tonight at the party, my brother has a lot of cute friends and well I might have told…"
"Please tell me you aren't setting me up with one of them; please tell me you didn't do that because that would be…" She cut me off this time
"I did and you're totally going to love him, he's your type and he's really sweet and cute and recently single" She rambled on
"I wasn't aware I had a type"
"Well maybe not completely your type, but he plays guitar so…" I sighed while trying not to feel uncomfortable. I should have seen this something after all this was going to be the fifth time she had set me up with someone. "If it doesn't work out with him then at least you can say you got laid while on vacation" I choked on the breath caught in my throat and leaned over a bit and hit her shoulder lightly.
"You didn't say I was willing to sleep with him tonight, did you?" I asked her while turning down the radio volume
"No way, I just told him that it had been a while since you know… have been in a serious relationship"
"Oh god" I whispered while putting my free hand on the side of my face
"Come on it's not that bad, let me see if I can find a photo of him hold on" She said while skimming her finger over her IPhone and I couldn't actually believe that I was waiting to see what he looked like.
"What's his name?" I asked
"Brandon, seriously you'll like him I just know it"
"You said that about Greg, Steve, and Tim also"
"Well those guys turned out to be dick's so I apologize, but this guy Brandon has been friends with Ian for a really long time and I even asked Ian to hook it up"
"I remember a time last year when you were pushing me towards dating your brother"
"Until I came to my senses because let's be honest, my brother is a douchebag, I will admit that. He's very picky about certain things, especially women. If you two ended up dating and it was serious for a while, he'd screw it up eventually and then we'd not be friends anymore. It was a bad idea right?" I nodded while she shoved her phone towards me and I took it, switching hands on the steering wheel "That's him and Ian back in February"
"He's a marine?" I asked "You didn't say anything about him being a marine"
"Is that a problem?"
"No it's not…" I glanced over the photo and pursed my lips a bit. Brandon was just a little taller than Ian which had to make him about 6'3", he was built, that she could tell under his uniform and he had an awesome smile. His hair was buzzed, but from the sun shining it looked to be a brown color.
"So what do you think?" She asked after a moment and I handed her back the phone
"He's cute" I told her and she smiled wider while shutting her phone screen off and tossing her phone back into her bag.
"See I told you, you two would look great together!" She said blissfully and I couldn't help but smile a bit. Okay so maybe the party tonight wouldn't be a total drunk-crazy shit show and I'd have fun. After working 50 hours this week I could use a little bit of fun in my life and maybe, just maybe Brandon could be involved in that fun.
Another hour and a half passed and thankfully we were almost to our final destination because the cramp in my lower back was starting to throb painfully. I glanced over at Misha; she had fallen asleep against the window about 45 minutes ago after she had talked herself into exhaustion. I was also thankful for the silence. As much as I loved my best friend sometimes I wished she just had an off button, or at the very least a mute button. I should have been use to her energy by now but after living 24 years of my life down in Mississippi where no one understood me because of my out of this world dreams, I knew it was going to take more than 3 years with Misha to get used to it.
I glanced at the GPS on the dash again and flipped my blinker on and turned off from the highway and leaned back against in my seat, trying to stretch out my lower back. I had met Misha's parents last year when we came up to visit for a long weekend and they had to be the sweetest people I had ever met in my entire life. Donna was her mother, she was a tiny woman who wouldn't stop baking until we arrived which left us with 4 bins of cookie and brownies to bring back to Los Angeles with us. Her father was Tom, but everyone called him Sarge because he was a Sergeant year's back in the Navy. Sarge was tough around the edges but once he trusted you, he opened up to be this youthful, intelligent and humorous man who somehow won every single hand at poker one night.
I was jealous to say the least about her parents, her home she grew up in and also the town. Everyone's family life in some aspect they want to change and if I could have changed one thing, I would have changed it all.
I grew up in one of those "Jesus only loves you if you go to church on Sunday" kind of towns. There was a church on every other block and only one bar, which was usually filled to the brim most nights. The population was roughly 3,000 people; it was a very, very small town that most people didn't even know about unless you had to drive through it to get to the highway. Everyone knew everybody. Nothing was a secret and if you didn't go to the town meetings every other Tuesday then the mayor would start a rumor about your family. My dad missed a meeting one Tuesday night and the next day at school kids were whispering that my family was poor. I mean that wasn't completely a lie, my dad was poor and my mom had money, family money. After she died when I was 14, I thought that my dad only married her for her family money, which could have been the truth.
My parents were only happy and civil when they were out around the town, I never knew why they just didn't get a divorce because they would have been happier being separated, I know I would have been happier. They fought constantly, especially when my dad would come home drunk on Saturday nights and have to be up early in the morning for church. After she died, we stopped going.
"Mish" I said while shaking her arm gently and she groaned and pulled her face from the window.
"What?" She whispered out
"What street was it?" I asked her
"Dean Road, just past the square" I nodded while she pulled her sunglasses down onto her eyes and yawned again against her hand.
"Damn how long have I been asleep?" She asked while looking out the window at the town square I was driving through.
"About an hour… here we are" I said while turning onto the correct street and slowed my driving down a bit until the big red house came into view and I pulled the jeep into the driveway next to her dad's motorcycle and put the car into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition.
"Finally" Misha whispered while she pushed her door open and I did the same after pushing the sunglasses onto my eyes as well from the beaming sun above us.
The first thing I did was stretch out my back by bending over and then standing up and arching my back with my fingers rubbing into the spot and finally there was a small pop noise and I sighed in relief as the pain instantly stopped. Shutting the car door, I walked to the back of the black jeep and waited as Misha pulled her second bag up onto her shoulder and then I grabbed my suitcase and extra bag, pulling the black thick strap onto my shoulder before shutting the trunk.
After hugs and small chit-chat Donna could see just how tired the both of us were and decided against making us both a big breakfast and sent us on our way to our rooms. I laid down on the full size guest bed on my back, looking up at the white ceiling before closing my exhausted burning eyes and kicking my shoes off onto the rug. Sleep came fairly easy and I couldn't have been happier to finally shut out the world.
