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At ten o'clock on the dot, Abby pulled into Opie's driveway. She watched as he came out of the door, with Donna at his side. She couldn't help but notice Donna turn her head as he leaned down to give her a kiss, getting her cheek instead.

"Hey," Abby greeted her friend, handing him a cup of coffee.

"Thanks," he grumbled, taking a long swig. "We need to get Jax at his house."

"Excuse me," she chirped.

"He was pissed about Wendy last night and got wasted. Then, Jax decided he was going to try to get on his bike to go find out which drug dealer she was getting high with. I threw him in the truck and took him home."

"He couldn't sleep at the club?"

"No Abby, he couldn't sleep at the club. He would've gotten on his fucking bike as soon as I left."

She jumped as his voice practically shook her parked car. She felt his hand touch her shoulder as he offered her a quiet apology. She knew he had probably just had this argument with Donna so it was just being directed at her. Abby decided to shut her mouth and just go pick up Jax.

It was no secret that Abby and Jax had a love hate relationship. They had grown up together like brother and sister so their relationship had its ups and downs. They were always in competition with each other and usually disagreeing about something. He was still hurting over Tara running off to college then choosing to go to Chicago. He was trying to heal himself with booze and Wendy.

Jax's house wasn't far from Opie. The two of them never ventured very far from each other which really annoyed Abby at times. She loved how loyal the two of them were, but felt that Opie needed a break from Jax sometimes.

She blew the horn and watched as Jax staggered out of his house, looking like death warmed over. Opie had moved to the backseat so Jax slid into the passenger seat beside her. She handed her coffee over to him. "You look like you could use this more than me."

"Yeah, it was a hell of a fucking night."

"Lucky for you, I decided to drive the Explorer and not the Mustang. Otherwise you would have walked to the garage."

"Are you ever going to drive the Mustang?" Opie called from the backseat.

Abby mumbled "Maybe" and kept driving. The Mustang had been her dad's and she just couldn't bring herself to drive it, sell it or even look at it.

Jax leaned over and cranked up her radio. She raised her eyebrow thinking he had to have a massive headache yet here he was turning the radio up to a level that made her think she was going to be the one with the pounding head.

As they pulled into the Teller Morrow parking lot, singing Motley Crue's 'Shout at the Devil', Abby felt like she had been transported back to high school. She liked the nostalgic feeling that overshadowed where their lives were now.

The trio got one more chorus out before she turned the engine off, seeing her uncle and Chibs walking toward the car.

She slid out of the driver's seat and put her arm around Chibs, the Scotsman, whom she had always had a soft spot for.

"Hey there lass," he greeted her with a peck on the cheek.

She glanced at her uncle who looked like he had just woken up. He hadn't come home the past night which meant he went overboard at the party.

"It sounded like the three of you were relieving high school all over again," Bobby snorted, stealing Abby away from Chibs.

"Something like that," Abby replied, kissing him on the cheek then messing with his wild mane of curls.

"Where's everyone else?" Jax asked, slipping into his Vice President role.

"Clay and Tig are meeting with Unser while Happy, Kozik and Juice are checking on the warehouse."

Abby coughed. "Juice, seriously, you have a member named Juice?" She watched as Jax began to open his mouth. She put her hand up and shook her head. "I don't want to know how someone gets a nickname like Juice." She watched as Jax motioned for the guys to follow him into the clubhouse.

As quickly as Abby was surrounded by four guys that she had known most of her life, she found herself standing alone in the middle of the wide open parking lot. She sighed, heading back to her car. It was back to studying and counting down the days until the bar exam which was one step closer to moving out of Charming again.

The Teller/Morrow household was loud with talk and laughter as Abby let herself in the front door. It was Sunday; the day of their family dinner. She followed her uncle to the kitchen, smelling the delicious food the whole way.

This was one thing she always loved growing up. Some Sunday's it was just Jax's family and the Munson's. Other Sunday's it was the whole crew. It was a day when everyone let all the stuff at the club to just come together for food and fun. It was Abby's favorite day of the week. When she was at college she found herself missing home on Sunday's. This was the first one she had come to since being home and Abby was ecstatic.

"Hey, hey it's the Munson's."

Abby laughed as she watched her uncle hug Tig who was now singing his greeting to the tune of the Monkees.

"Hey baby."

Abby turned to see Gemma coming to greet her with a kiss on the cheek. She kissed her back and handed her a dish. "Hash brown casserole."

"You know you didn't have to bring anything," Gemma scolded.

"I know, but Bobby was talking about it and I know he probably hasn't eaten it since I was last home."

Gemma kissed her again then smacked her on the butt, telling her to go visit with everyone.

She walked to the edge of the kitchen and stared into the dining room. She couldn't help but smile observing everyone. Clay, Bobby and Tig were puffing on cigars and laughing about something Tig was telling them. Opie and Jax were hitting each other over some debate they appeared to be having while Piney sat back with his glass of alcohol taking it all in.

"They're a crazy damn bunch, eh?"

Abby jumped and looked over to see Chibs who had come up beside her. "You startled me." She commented, playfully elbowing him in the ribs. "And crazy doesn't even begin to describe these nuts."

"You are so very right," he agreed with a chuckle.

Chibs handed Abby a beer which she willingly took. "So, maybe I've been away too long, but the club is looking a little skimpy on members."

"Some of the guys are checking on some business at the warehouse so they won't be joining us."

She took a swig of her beer knowing not to ask any more questions because she wouldn't get any answers and she didn't want to know anyway. "How have things been, Chibs?"

He looked over at her and winked. "Same old Abby."

She smiled as he put his arm around her waist and hugged her lightly then joined the loud cigar smokers at the end of the table.

Abby retreated into the kitchen to help Gemma even though she knew Gemma would tell her to enjoy herself and not do a thing.

The dinner was huge and amazingly good as always. Gemma had outdone herself which wasn't unusual. Abby was sitting between Chibs and Bobby while Opie was sitting across from her looking like his mind was elsewhere. She couldn't help but notice that Donna hadn't joined them for Sunday dinner which was strange. No matter what beef Donna had with the club, she never missed a dinner. By the look on Opie's face, they were still arguing which upset Abby. She hated seeing him so distraught.

"So, lass, between the copy shop and your studies I'm surprised you were able to join us," Chibs piped up.

She laughed. "I'm not that busy and I certainly wouldn't miss Sunday's here with everyone."

Abby turned her eyes away from Chibs when she heard Opie snort from across the table. "What was that for?" she asked him.

Opie shrugged his shoulders. "Nothing."

"Nothing my ass. What was that for?"

"I was just thinking about how busy you've been over the last two weeks."

She looked at Opie confused. "I have been busy."

"Yeah, going on a date," Jax coughed.

Abby shot a glare at Opie as she heard her uncle screech, "Date?"

"Thanks a lot assholes," she grumbled, giving Opie and Jax a swift kick under the table.

"What date Abby?" Bobby asked, his eyes wide.

"It was nothing. Just some guy who came into the shop a couple of times. We went for a walk then he had to go. It was no big deal," she emphasized, trying to ignore Jax snickering along with Opie.

"Geez Abby, you don't need to go on some date with a random dude when you have a man right here that would take you out," Tig piped up with a laugh from the end of the table.

"Abby isn't going to date anyone," Bobby answered sternly. "She is studying for the bar, passing the exam and joining a law firm like her dad."

The whole table got quiet and looked anywhere except at Bobby. "Touchy, touchy," Jax muttered, stuffing a roll in his mouth.

Abby went back to finishing her meal as the conversation slowly started to pick back up. She didn't want to look over at her uncle because she knew he would begin a slew of questions which she didn't want to answer. She smiled as she felt Chibs pat her shoulder, giving it a quick squeeze as he rose to get another drink.

She was just thankful that Gemma hadn't chimed in on why Bobby should back off and let her stay in Charming. The dinner that Abby had been eagerly awaiting would have gone downhill fast.

Dinner finished up and once Abby helped Gemma clean everything up, she ventured onto the back porch where the instigating duo were having a cigarette.

"Thanks you two for the drama at dinner." She took the freshly lit cigarette from Jax's hand and put it to her mouth.

"Hey," he croaked.

She smiled as she inhaled deeply, puffing the smoke in his face. "That's what you get for trying to start a fight for your amusement."

"Opie started it," he piped up.

Abby rolled her eyes. She didn't want to continue to talk about the 'date' she had been on. It was all she could do to keep from thinking about what happened. She had analyzed that whole debacle from the first meeting in the copy shop to the abrupt end of the date. She just wanted to forget it.

"So, did I hear you mention that you guys are going to have the Memorial Day picnic?" Opie asked.

She put the cigarette out and nodded. "Yeah, I thought it'd be cool to have it at our house like we used to. I was going to call Donna to let her know to bring the kids."

"Nah, I'll tell her."

Abby looked over at Jax who shrugged his shoulders. She wasn't sure why he didn't want her to call. He never had a problem with her and Donna talking or occasionally hanging out. She figured he just didn't want Donna complaining to anyone else about her issues with Opie and the club.

"Well, as much as I enjoy hanging out here to get bombarded over some stupid date, I need to get home to study."

She gave both the guys a hug and headed inside to tell everyone else goodbye. She was exhausted and wanted to curl up in bed. She wanted to go to sleep to quiet the analyzing that was going on in her head about the mysterious Juan Carlos Ortiz.