"Mom!" Willow yells when they walk into the house. She waits and when she receives no answer, smiles and walks into the kitchen.

"I don't see why you like it so much when your mom isn't home. I think she's pretty cool." Camila informs her. Willow rolls her eyes, rummaging in the fridge for an apple. She bumps it shut with her butt easily.

"Of course, everyone thinks the pornstar mother is so cool but let me tell you, having like 15 pornstars crash your 12 year old birthday party and give tips on how to give good blowjobs tends to dull that sparkle." Willow tells her.

"It's a pity we didn't meet till we were 14." Camila says wistfully and Willow sticks her tongue out at her. "Did you read Jordan's text?" She asks, switching subjects. Willow slides her the phone and Camila reads the message.

'It's time.'

"It's from Pipes." Willow clarifies and Camila slides it back.

"What does that mean?" She asks curiously.

"That it's time to go get her." Willow explains with an eye roll. "But I'm gonna have my after school snack and then I'll go."

"Can I go with?" Camila asks excitedly. "I've never been inside their clubhouse, but from what the guys at school say, it's pretty cool."

"Have you located Manny?" Willow responds with and Camila waves a dismissive hand.

"Yeah, turns out he and his cousins got into a tequila drinking contest. He's hung over as hell but he'll still pick me up tonight." She says happily.

"I hope you're keeping those nice Spanish thighs closed before he puts a ring on it." Willow calls, walking to her bedroom to change.

"Ay, punta! You can't say shit!" Willow laughs as she pulls on basketball shorts and a heavy sweatshirt emblazoned with SAMCRO on the front. Camila gives her a strange look when she exits.

"What?" Willow asks, unconcerned.

"Why do you look like a 14 year old wanna be thug?" Camila questions.

"Should I go put on tight jeans and a low cut top so I look like some old lady?" Willow points out with distain and Camila puts her hands up. "C'mon, you can help me haul her ass out." Willow grunts and Camila gets up, beaming.

"What do they do all day there?" She asks as they get back in the car and Willow backs out of the driveway.

"Drink and fix cars." She mutters, frowning as she sets out for the shop and clubhouse. "Emphasis on the drinking."

"So what does Jordan do then?" Camila asks and at this, Willow cracks a knowing grin.

"She gets beer and sucks dick, mostly." She says and Camila stares at her, unsure of whether to believe her or not. Willow pulls into the yard and parks her car with a practiced ease, getting out and striding towards the clubhouse without hesitation. Camila tags behind her, looking around in interest.

Willow pulls the door open and Camila has to trot to catch it before it swings shut. Inside is what looks like any bar, with lots of alcohol and tables. A pool table takes up one corner. She doesn't have enough time to take everything in, because Willow is marching down a hallway with purpose.

"Wills, I wouldn't-" A man says, exiting the bathroom and spotting the two girls. Willow gives him a withering look and yanks the door to a bedroom open. Camila gasps and covers her eyes when she sees a naked ass high in the air. Willow has no such qualms and stares steadily as the two figures untangle.

"Jesus Christ Willow!" Jordan swears, scrambling to cover her chest. "Leave!" She orders.

"That's a no." Willow says calmly. "Bo, you really should go for a run or something. That ass is flabby as hell."

"Ah, fuck off ya lil bitch." The dark haired man says good-naturedly, rolling out of bed and struggling to put on boxers.

"You fuck off, I came to take my little slut of a friend home. And I'll thank you to quit telling her about Ireland. It's a shite country." She says while Jordan stares at her in disbelief.

"Name one bad thin' 'bout Ireland!" Bowen says heatedly.

"It produced you." Willow deadpans and Bowen grins, anger gone in the blink of an eye.

"Aye, dat's true. Shite, 'ave ya lil lassie back. I'll be back for 'er doe." He says with a wicked grin and a wink towards Jordan. He saunters out of the room easily. Willow snaps her fingers.

"Let's go." She tells Jordan, who shakes her head. "Fine, I'll go get Tig and he can drag your ass out." Willow says indifferently.

"Fine, I'm coming you bitch." Jordan snarls and Willow exits, slamming the door after her.

"Well she wasn't lying. He is cute." Camila observes as Bowen finds a bottle and downs half of it.

"Don't let him hear that or you'll be in his bed next." Willow mutters, tapping her fingers against the door.

"Hey, Wills is here!" A loud voice announces and both girls turn. Piper, Willow's older half brother is striding towards them with a wide grin and wider arms.

"Hi Pipes." Willow says warily, as she's enfolded in a hug. "Just picking up some of Bowen's damage."

"Can't you keep that thing in your pants for five minutes?" Piper demands and Bowen shrugs, unashamed. "Well, if you hang around a second, I think the rest of the guys will be in. I know Chibs would like to see you." He says, leaning back and looking down at her.

"Aye, he would." Bowen says solemnly. "Thinks it high time yer 'round more."

"Well I will be if you stop trying to tap my friends." Willow hisses as the door opens and more men spill in. Willow sighs as several raise their hand in greeting. "Hurry up!" She yells through the door. Jordan yanks it open and emerges, pissed off. "Let's go." Willow says, fairly sprinting for the door. Before she can get to it, a man with curly black hair that's got several streaks of grey in it enters the club.

"Willow Jocelyn." He says, pulling her into a hug. "Where have you been?"

"Pulling girls out of Bowen's bed, where else?" Willow says, exasperated and Tig roars with laughter.

"The sexy brown thing or the one with the tits?" He asks, looking between Camila and Jordan.

"Quit it you old perv. I'm going now and so are they." She announces. They all groan, protesting.

"Call me!" Jordan calls as Willow pulls her out the door.

"I hate you." Willow informs her flatly.

"Why?" Jordan scoffs. "You're the one who tells us all the time how those guys raised you and how great they are and how this club has been the only family you've ever had."

"Just because you're family with someone doesn't mean that you get along with them constantly." Willow retorts and before Jordan can get another jab in, the roar of a motorcycle catches their attention. They all fall silent, watching as it rounds the corner and pulls towards the club.

AN: Please read and review, I will try to update this story on a fairly often basis. Let me know what you think, thanks!