Pulling back into the neighborhood with her Chinese food she parked in the same spot since her dad and the bimbo still weren't there. It was already seven in the evening so if she was going to go out and get everything she needed done she would have to hurry before things started closing. She didn't see anyone outside thank goodness but the bikes were gone. Grabbing her pocketbook and her phone she locked the car doors and went in the house. Going straight to her room she sat down against the wall and quickly ate. It turns out that when the sun went down it got pretty cold out so she changed into some jeans, her grey Frye boots, then threw on her leather jacket over her Willie tee. Looking around her room to see exactly what she was going to need she still couldn't believe that this was all hers. Her bedroom at Grandpas farm was half as small as this. It had been comfortable though. Now she felt like it would take a whole lot of furniture to fill this room up. Her dad had made her leave all the furniture back at the ranch because he would just buy her new stuff for out here. Of course that wasn't going to happen. She refused to let him buy her anything. Grandpa had left Christine the farm and the shop before he died. That had really ticked her dad off but it didn't shock her. Not only would her dad just sell everything she'd stayed with him her whole life even through the cancer while nobody else had been there; especially not her dad. There wasn't any mortgage and Grandpa had made sure that there weren't any bills for her to pay for a while. She missed home and she missed her old room, but she had to make this work. Looking around she could see there was enough room to have a queen size bed and STILL have a ton of room. She figured she would need a new desk, a dresser, and a bed to start with. There was also a big window with a window seat. The seat had storage compartments in the bottom which would be perfect for all her books. Moving on she went into the bathroom that was all hers and could only be accessed from her room. It was nice. It was your standard bathroom, Bathtub/shower, toilet, and a sink with a counter and a pretty good sized mirror above it. The bathroom closet was great too. Maybe she would just stay in her room and only leave it for food and for school. Before she had made it out the door it opened and her dad and Ashley walked in. They both looked up at her.

"I'm going to get some stuff. I'll be back later although I'm not sure what time it'll be."

Her dad looked like he was on cloud nine from dinner "Here take my credit card."

Rolling her eyes she said "I don't want your credit card. How many times do I have to tell you that I..." She makes a point to look at Ashley, "Don't need to be co-dependent on someone. I can pay my own bills thanks."

Ashley rolled her eyes and then proceeded to act like she wasn't there. Heading out she walked out towards the car and hopped in. Christine hadn't really thought this through. She was in a town which she didn't know where anything was other than a Chinese restaurant. She backed out and headed down the road. After about fifteen minutes and a few wrong turns she found a convenient store. She filled up the gas tank and then went inside to pay. Christine walked to the back and got a bottle of water and some beef Jerky on the way back to the front. The girl behind the counter was reading a magazine and chewing her gum in a loud obnoxious way. Christine had to try to get her attention a few times before she even realized someone was there.

"I'm SO sorry. I get so absorbed in those gossip rags. What did you need hun?"

"I got some gas and this stuff but I was wondering if you could tell me where a store would be that sells furniture and where I could find a U-Haul or something?"

With a big friendly smile she said "Oh yeah hun this stuff gonna be Six dollars and twenty eight cent. Do you have a cell phone? Let me give you the number to T&M. They'll send somebody right out to help you. There's a pier one, a Wal-Mart, and a bed store two miles down the road. You take a right out of here and it will be on your right. You think you can find it?"

"Oh yes, I'm sure I can," she said handing over some cash and taking the number the cashier had written down on a slip of paper.

After getting her change back she carried her stuff back out to the car and headed towards the stores. She hit the bedding place first. After about five minutes of browsing the man working came over and asked if she needed assistance. He helped her find the perfect queen size headboard. It was wrought iron and classic looking then he helped assist her in getting some mattresses. She paid for them, grabbed her receipt, and then told him she would be back to pick them up in a little while. Next she stopped at Pier one. The people inside kept staring at her. It was really starting to freak her out. Christine found a comforter set and some new pillows before she started to get really annoyed with people staring. She was pushing her buggy down an isle when two older women started whispering and looking at her. She felt her face start to get hot.

"What is your problem? Is there a legitimate reason why you are staring at me? Have you never seen someone shopping?" she just stared and waited for them to answer her with her hands on her hips.

Finally one of the little ladies spoke "We're sorry, we thought you were SAMCRO!"

"You thought I was what?" she yelled but the ladies had already scurried off.

After she got her temper cooled back down she finished up her shopping. It took her a little bit to wrestle a worker over to help her get things in order for her furniture to be picked up. She got a big desk with a hutch on top with shelves in the top and a dresser that was covered in mirror and also picked up all her bath stuff. She paid then headed for Wal-Mart. While inside getting a television she got out her cell phone and called T&M. After a few rings a woman with a gravelly voice picked up.

"Teller and Morrow, How can I help you?"

"Yes, my names Christine, I'm out at the Wal-Mart and I need a U-Haul or something to come help me move some furniture to my house please."

"How much furniture do you have?"

"I just picked up a bed frame, headboard, mattresses, a desk, and a dresser. The rest of my stuff will fit in my car."

"Alright, there will be somebody out to help you in about twenty minutes. Our fee is two hundred bucks Up front?"

"Yeah that's good. I'll be waiting out front."

Christine sat in her car for what seemed like forever until a moving truck that said T&M on the side pulled up. She got out of the car so she could tell the driver to pull up in front of the stores. Out hops her new neighbor Jax and he was wearing a blue ball cap turned around backwards, a blue hoodie with the same leather vest over it, blue jeans and white sneakers. The vest had patches sewed on the front that said Vice President, Men of Mayhem, and Redwood Original at the top and a larger patch towards his bottom left side that said SAMCRO. Funny she hadn't noticed that before. Now that she knew who was involved in it she wondered what the heck SAMCRO was even more.

"Well if it isn't our new neighbor?" he said smirking.

"Yeah that's me. We'll have to pull up in front of these two stores here and put the stuff in the truck. I probably should have asked if you guys moved the actual stuff," she said very nervously feeling extremely stupid.

"Its fine, that part of my job is to help you move the stuff. Is there someone else with you? My mom said you had a lot of big stuff."

"Nope it's just me. But like I've told you before I'm not as weak as I guess you think I look," she said with a little attitude.

"It's not that really, you're just in high heel boots, but whatever you want to do," he said throwing the attitude right back.

"I can function in heels I'm not a little pussy. Pull the truck up to the front of the bedding place and let's get this done," she said before turning on her heel and walking up to the store. That kid has a lot of nerve talking to me like that she thought. He thinks he can just run around treating people like that? This place is nothing like back home.

Jax was baffled that she had talked to him like that though. Everyone would definitely be able tell she was new to town because everyone else knew who he was. He liked her tart little attitude though; it was keeping him on his toes, where as other girls walked on egg shells around him she acted as though she didn't care.

Twenty minutes later Christine was walking backwards carrying her new dresser, and Jax was on the other end. After they got it in there she realized she was trapped behind it.

"How about you come help me get out of here please" she said with her sweetest smile.

"Or maybe I'll just leave you in there for a while since you've been so hateful to me. Damn! I'm just kidding. Stop shooting daggers my way. Give me your hand and I'll pull you up."

She gave him her hand and he pulled her on top of the dresser. Then grabbed her by her waist to help her down. She landed with her body just a little too close to his. Christine got flustered and hurried out of the back of the truck.

While walking towards her car she hollered over her shoulder "I don't have to tell you to follow me because you already know where I live so I'll just see you there."

They made it back to her house and Jax helped carry all of her things to her room. Christine's dads car was gone but when Christine unlocked the door she saw Ashley was there sitting on the kitchen bar painting her toenails. Christine just rolled her eyes and was going to walk by her without acknowledging her until Ashley made one of her little smart remarks.

"I see you made a new friend. I didn't think you had it in you."

"Oh look Ashley your legs are open and dad's wallet isn't. There's a shocker."

Ashley narrowed her eyes and then hopped off the counter taking off for her and Mitch's bedroom. Jax was trying not to snicker under his breath. They continued on to Christine's room and after about fifteen minutes everything was brought inside. Christine made Jax something to drink since he offered to help put her bed and desk together. While she was taking things out of boxes and putting things in their place she got up the courage to ask him something that had been bothering her since earlier.

"So, what does that patch mean? S-A-M-C-R-O? That some kind of nickname?"

He laughed, "No it's not a nickname. It's just for our motorcycle club."

She turned around to look at him "Motorcycle club? You're in a motorcycle club and you're how old? I thought that type of thing was for old guys going through midlife crises?"

"I'm eighteen and trust me our club isn't like that."

"You're only eighteen? I figured you were older." At least he acts older she thought. He still looks young but acts like he's thirty.

"Nope I'm still eighteen. How old are you? I'm gonna go with jail bate," he said with that same stupid smirk.

"I'm seventeen actually smartass. Not for too much longer though. "

"So you're living with your dad and I'm guessing your step mom?"

"Yeah," She did not like where this conversation was going. Small talk was fine but getting into her personal details was off limits. "Do you live with your mom and dad?" She asked trying to get the spotlight off herself.

"No I actually live by myself. Mom and Clay live across town."

"That's nice" She said putting more of her books under the window seat.

"You don't sound shocked that I live by myself."

"I'm not."

Thankfully he let the conversation go. It wasn't long before he finished putting everything together. Christine walked him to the door so she could thank him. Thank goodness Ashley was nowhere in sight.

"Well thanks for that. It probably would have taken me all night if you hadn't helped."

"No problem," he said pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lighting it.

She just stared at him for a minute before slamming the door.