I know it's been a while, between schools, sports, blah blah blah... It took a while to get the story line to paper(or in this case a computer)! Hopefully that picks up!

Beware of crazy mom Gemma!

Check out my other story, Something Special, a Scandal fanfiction! Some crazy drama is about to go down, check it out!

I gave you some Jax&Tara loving, I know we're missing it ever since she died & THE SHOW ENDED! UGH MY HEART.

I hope this can satisify your heart for now.

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My boyfriends mother had just asked me to lie to him. I was stunned. I couldn't properly function for an hour or two, too perplexed as to why she would even tell me this information. I wasn't about to ruin Jax's birthday so I did keep this new information to myself, but I knew this situation had no goo ending.

If I keep my secret to Gemma, no doubt Jax will be furious with me and I had no idea how he will react. I know that he is not too keen on Clay, and I'm not sure if he'll ever be fully okay with his mom dating someone who isn't JT, his father. He'll especially be pissed that her new beau is apart of his club, and the president. Which meant that no matter what, jax know had to respect Clay on all levels, and see him a lot more, which he wasn't fond of.

If I didn't keep my secret, and told Jax, I would lose all progress I've made with Gemma. Jax and I have been dating for a few months, and she is finally coming around with idea of me dating her son. And there are a few moments when we generally seem to be getting along, but I really have no clue because of Gemma's bipolar attitude. Being dishonest to my boyfriend is a lot more of a burden to deal with than being honest with his mother. I wasn't dating her, I was dating him. My obligation to be loyal and to tell the truth is to Jax, not Gemma. And I really do want her to like me, but lying to her son, my boyfriend, is no way to do that.

I reached a decision, but I was torn on it. Ruining my relationship with Gemma this early in my relationship with Jax, meant that it would be a long, uphill battle to getting back on her good side.

I decided that I would tell Jackson, when the time was right, after his birthday party. There is no point in ruining a perfectly good party, and his 18th birthday celebration. I was reaching down, fixing myself a plate of food, to see the person of honor, in a circle talking to a few of his friends from school, with a huge grin on face, full of laughter. It was so nice to see him this happy, and relaxed. He seemed carefree and joyous in this moment, and I never wanted that feeling to be taken away from him.

The barbecue went off without a hitch. Especially when he saw the first cake I made him. I know Gemma said cakes were for girls. But I want to present him with a funny gift that he would actually use.

Since the legal drinking age is 18, I had one of his senior friends buys me a few six packs of Jackson's favorite beer. I was making a beer cake, with six layers. I knew he would love it, especially for the MC's party later. Everyone at the barbecue was a drinker, and would also get a kick out of it. He was the legal age now, there want anything anyone could say. I turned around and saw a smirk on Gemma's face, which hopefully meant she approved. Or maybe it was of jealously, that she hadn't thought of it first. But I had Opie start singing the lyrics of Happy Birthday and walked out into the backyard with with his beer-can cake, and two candles at the top. I looked around for him, and when he turned around and saw the cake, he burst out laughing and almost fell walking over to meet me.

"This is perfect! I knew she was a keeper!" He yelled to the crowd, which respond with roaring laughter.

I set the cake on the table for him to blow out the candle, making sure someone was taking pictures, Donna I think.

"Happy Birthday Jax!" I yelled over the crowd, for him to hear me.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me in close, and whispered just low enough so only I could hear,

"This is perfect, really. You know me so well, I love you." He knows I'm not a PDA person, so only kissed my forehead, which is way more romantic. And luckily, at that moment I heard the camera go off.

We were still standing together, his arm around my back, and mine in his back Jean pocket, and I was stunned.

My mind was frozen. He just said the L word. He just said I love you. It was prefect in Jax's way. He it was unexpected, simple and sweet, and I loved it. Even with all these people around, it was private and intimate. It was simple and a surprise, which meant it was super personal; it came from Jax's heart. He's letting me in, which means so much more than anything else. I couldn't stop smiling. He loved me. This boy is in love with me. What did I do to deserve such love and happiness? My cheeks started to heart from so much smiling. I was on cloud nine, and I never wanted to come down.

We were next to each other for the rest of the night, whether it was standing or sitting or playing a game, ever since he confessed his true feelings, he wouldn't let me go. And I definitely wasn't fighting it. He smelled so damn good; a musky scent with a sweet, rustic vibe. I often considered buying his cologne so I could smell like him. Whenever I was at his house, and had to change for whatever reason, I always stole shirts and jackets. He was beginning, and If elt bad taking his clothes, but he smells so good I couldn't handle it.


2 weeks ago

"Hey babe, have you seen my white long sleeved SAMCRO shirt? I can't find it anywhere" Jax said, getting dressed for school one morning.

My dad never returned home from the bar one night, and he insisted I stay with him. And Gemma also insisted that I stay in their guest room.

"Ummmm.." I slowly said, as I walked across the hall to his room. "Yeah, I do."

I slyly took the shirt out of his drawer last night, to sleep in. I put on a bra before leaving my room, and then length of the t-shirt hid my lounge shorts underneath, which made me appear to be wearing nothing underneath at all.

"Now, that looks so much better on you than it would ever look on me."

"Sorry, I was cold last night and didn't pack anything to sleep in."

"Don't worry about it, it looks good on you." He kissed my cheek and found another shirt to wear.

After school, we stopped at my house to pick up a few school things, we both had a test tomorrow and I insisted to studying. It had also gotten warmer outside, so I wanted to change before going back over to his house.

Even though we weren't having sex, he has seen me change, so this really want a big deal. He walked over to my closet, just to explore, waiting for me to be ready. And that's when he found my stash. I had been hiding away my shacker shirts and hoodies in my closet next on a shelf, next to my blankets. And unfortunately, it was too obvious they were all his. All of the shirts & jackets, were black and white, and the first shirt read "If guns become outlawed, I will become an outlaw." with a reaper beneath it.

"Hey Knowles, come here for second." I heard him call me, while I was in the bathroom styling my hair.

"What's up, Jax?" Wondering what he was looking at.

"Do you have a jacket I can wear? I'm kinda cold?"

"Uh, I think so. Check my bottom drawer."

"Anything In your closet?" And that's when I knew I was caught. I stopped messing with my hair, didn't reply, just slowly walked in to my closet.

"Uh, maybe. They may be all girly, too small for my manly boyfriend." I was standing in the doorway, leaning against the wall.

"Tara, how many shirts of mine do you have?" He said, not too mad, yet.

"Uh, only seven or eight I think. And only two jackets."

"I thought I was losing my mind. I had Gemma get me tons of new clothes. She yelled at me for losing all my shirts. And here are all the missing items. I wish I knew my girlfriend was a thief before I started dating her." Now I knew he was joking.

"I'm sorry! Really, I am! You just smell so good, I couldn't resist! I'm sorry, but do you know good you smell?"

"Well I shower regularly, and have cologne but I didn't think I smelled this good. Good God Tara, you're making a shrine of me in your closet!" Making another joke of the situation.

"It's not a shrine! You just smell really good, and I wanted to smell you when you were gone. I really am sorry." I said, walking my way over to him and nuzzling my head into his chest. "Can you forgive me, baby?"

"As long as you don't out candles around the shirts, and tape up pictures of me around it, I can forgive you. You're too cute to stay mad at."

"Thank you," I said, reaching up on my tippy-toes to plant a kiss on his lips, "please don't tell Gemma."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I was going to return them once they no longer smelled like you. I just put them in your hamper when you aren't looking, you've never known." I confessed.

"Knowles, how long have you been doing this?"

"Let's see,we've been dating for what four of five months. So about four months, it's worked perfectly until now actually."

And then a moment later, he said, "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were dating me just for my hoodies." He teased.

"Well, did you think I was dating you for your looks?" I teased back.


The rest of the party went off without a hitch. It was a perfect evening to spend with family and friends. I just hope Jax had as much fun at his party as I had. If it weren't for the MC the barbecue would of went into the wee hours of the morning. But Gemma and I knew we had to end the good times early. We said goodbye to everyone and made our way towards the motorcycle club, leaving the kitchen dirty until we returned.

Annoying Jax, Gemma made him ride with us in her Explorer to the club. The last thing she needed was a drunk teenage kid driving home on his motorcycle. We all piled in heading to the MC, to celebrate our birthday boy finally becoming an adult. I was just happy to be able to share this moment with him. He seemed so happy and full of joy. Gemma drove, Jackson and I in the middle row, and Donna & Opie in the way back. It was just for a few more minutes.

"Hey, do me a favor?" I whispered into Jax's ear.

"Anything for you Knowles." He smiled back.

"Behave tonight, please, for me. I know it's your birthday, but I don't need to hear about any stripper stories, okay?" I pleaded with him.

"You have my word." He promised, and then kissed my hand confirming his words.

We rode in silence the rest of the way. I had Jax's word, which I trusted; it was the others Inwas worried about, the strippers and other drunk men. Most of them aren't in serious relationships, but Jax was. The others didn't have girlfriends of wives to worry about. One bad mistake with another girl and I was gone, Jax knows that. I had a pit of nervousness in my stomach. I trusted him completely, I always have, it's the slutty strippers that I don't trust.

The older club members greeted us there, most already three or four rounds of alcohol in. My boy was in for a hell of a night.

Clay, the president, poured each member and Jax and Opie one round of Jack Daniels, they then joined in for one semi-sober version of Happy Birthday and then slammed down round one. Luckily, the singing ended there. Seventeen more rounds continued. It was awful, I thought some of the men were going to black out before their party would begin. Jax was the opposite of an amateur, and he looked like he wanted to puke. It was an awful site. Gemma and I were debating if we should cancel the party and have them not go to the strip club. But the ones sober enough to still speak correct English insisted on going. So off they went.

The pit in my stomach grew.

The bus arrived and slowly all of the men staggered their way towards the entrance.

I stopped Jax and pulled him aside.

"Hey Teller, remember what I said, okay."

"I know, I love you. Now I've said it sober and drunk, and you haven't said it once."

"Okay, go have fun birthday boy."

I wanted to say it then, but I knew he wouldn't remember it. Why waste saying I love youif the other person isn't going to remember it? I knew I loved him, and I'm sure he knows it; I just have to admit it. If bad-ass biker Jackson Teller can admit he loves someone, damn it so can I.

We, Donna, Gemma and I, knew it would be hours before they returned so we decided not to worry. We baked treats in the clubhouse kitchen, which was an awkward situation in itself, Donna and I worked on some homework, and then eventually fell asleep. Waiting up for drunken men was not something I wanted to. Donna and I slept in the back apartment, we were sure the men staggering into the clubhouse would wake us, but they didn't. According to Gemma, they never came home.

She called the transportation company first to locate their whereabouts, there was no GPS on the bus, which meant there was no way to track the bus down unless it was seen on red-light cameras in intersections. Gemma then called the strip club, and bingo. The boys never left the club. All twenty or thirty of them passed out in the strip club, and none of the girls could wake them. The bouncers were actually scared of these men, so they slept. On the floor of a strip club. We quickly went from worried and confused to laughing and happy.

Us ladies could not stop laughing. We knew in that moment that they were too drunk to even enjoy the ladies, and also slept on the floor of a strip club. I was going to harass Jax about this for months to come, who wouldn't?

We insisted on not going to pick up the hungover men, that they could find their own way home. Which they did, they somehow put all their money together and hired themselves a limo, to drive them ten miles down the road. Lazy? I think so. 400 dollars down the drain.

Later that day,Jax drove me home. It was Sunday afternoon, and I knew I needed to head home. I had been at either the Teller house or the MC all weekend, eventually I would have to head home. And, I still had some leftover homework and studying to do.

I knew this was the only chance I would have at telling Jax the truth.

We were sitting on my couch, I decided to make lunch, and Jax decided to stay.

"Hey, I need to tell you something."

I guess I had that look on my face, because he had that look on his face.

"Babe, what happened? You have that look on your face, what happened?"

Did he think I was in danger? Did he think I was in trouble?

"I'm fine, it's not about me. It's about you."

"Tara, what did I do?"

The look on his face showed real terror. Did he think I was breaking up with him?

"I have to tell you something. It's going to make you mad, maybe at me. But it's not my fault. Remember that, okay. Promise me you'll remember that this isn't my fault, and that you shouldn't be mad at me. Because I'm only telling you because I love you. I love you too much to lie to you."

"Tara, I don't know what to say."

"On the way to your barbecue, Gemma , uh… Gemma told me that her and Clay are together and that he proposed. I'm sorry Jax, she made me promise not to tell you, she said that they wanted to wait until you we're already a prospect. But that meant lying to you, and I have a commitment with you, to be honest with you, not Gemma. I'm sorry that I had to be the one to tell you, it shouldn't be me. But I've been feeling so guilty, and I didn't want you to be mad at me. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I didn't want to ruin your birthday. I'm so sorry, Jax. Really. She put me in a tough spot, but I thought you should know the truth. I love you too much to lie and to hide things from you."

Tara finally let out a breath and waited for his response.

"Jax… say something, please."

He stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, "You love me? Tara Knowles, the future doctor, loves me Jackson Teller!" He ran over and scooped her up in his arms and kissed her passionately on the lips.

"I love you too, babe! I knew you wouldn't be able to resist this charm!" He kissed her again.

She couldn't help but laugh at the moment. "Jackson, did you hear anything that I just said?"

"Yes, unfortunately. I can't change Gemma's mind and I can't change Clay's. I know she's only marrying him so she'll stay queen bee and have access to the club. I don't like the guy, I think he's a selfish greedy prick, but he's the boss and I have to live with it. And, I know it must've taken a lot of guts to tell me the truth like that, go against my mom's wishes. That's how I know you really love me. I'm not mad at you, I'm mad at Gemma for putting this on you. Mad at you? How could I ever be mad at my girl?" And he kissed her again.

Tara could tell he was still pissed off at Gemma for lying and putting pressure on her, but she chose to ignore it. She just told Jax she was in love with him, and he was saying it back. They were happy.

The bad, the ugly, the really bad; it could all wait. They were celebrating their love for one another, their relationship, and each other, all the bull shit would have to wait.