This was written as an outtake scene through my OC Jessica's POV when I was having a bit of a writers block with Juice/Aleah, so here's a little bit of seeing them through someone else's view point.

Happy birthday to my good friend and co author Jessica!1 ((yes she is real, but nothing like this Jessica I swear!)))

Thanks for all of the reviews and follows last chapter, I'll post another actual chapter of the fic tomorrow sometime. And for those of you watching season six, holy sh!T Juice! That badass side of him was amazing last week!

Chapter 14 Outake- A peek into Jessica's world

I shut my dressing room door to change into street clothes, I was ready to get the hell out of CaraCara for the day. You'd think having sex all day would be a great job but it was actually harder than it looked. It almost made me not want to even bother having sex when I was away from the place. But then I slept with Carter and that went out of the window.

I grabbed my track pants and t-shirt dressing quickly. I was hoping to get home early enough to call him to come over for a bit. He didn't usually get off until late at the garage anyways, the lazy ass mechanics were always dipping out. Especially Lowell, binging was big on his list of priorities now days. He never seemed like a tweaker when I stayed over at Aleah's, he did stay cooped in the room a lot too though.

Grabbing my car keys I headed out waving bye to Luann. That lady was a saint in disguise. She helped me more than my own family did when I started working for her, she fronted me the cash for the car to get back and forth to work, the apartment, and everything else. She just took a percentage back out of my check each week. The best thing that ever happened to me had to be making Aleah my best friend when we were kids, without knowing her none of this would have went down.

I sent Carter a text telling him I was heading home if he wanted to come by and took off in my silver Mazda loving to hear it accelerate. By the time I made it home he was already there waiting outside my door. I grinned when I saw the gorgeous man standing there. Carter was way more than I ever expected to snag for myself. He was a big guy, built solid, black hair, green eyes, and a huge heart. I practically skipped up the stairs hurrying to get to him. "Hey sexy." I purred rubbing against him when I unlocked the door.

"Hey yourself beautiful." Carter grinned following me in after he stopped to shut and lock the door. "How was work?"

"Finger lickin good as always." I laughed loving how uncomfortable my job made him. He wasn't your normal perverted guy that got off on his girl making porn, or even watching it. "Didn't think you'd be off this early."

He sat down on my couch while I went around picking up a few things, flipping on some lights. I didn't have much so it wasn't hard to clean. "Me either. Juice said he'd close up though and I didn't argue."

Juice. Ugh. I couldn't stand him anymore. He wasn't so bad when I first met him but now I just wanted to strangle him every time I heard his voice. "Oh yeah? Your little friend decided to be nice huh?"

"C'mon, don't be like that. Juice is a cool guy." And Carter was one of his biggest defenders next to Aleah. They'd been hanging out, playing video games like two overgrown dorks, and doing guy things together. I didn't know why he wanted to hang out with Carter when he had a whole club full of supposed brothers.

"I don't know why you hang out with him. You have other friends." I reminded him thinking of Logan his bff. I needed to figure out a way to introduce him to Aleah, get her a normal boyfriend. If that girl even knew what normal was anymore.

Carter just gave me one of his million dollar grins and patted the couch beside him. "We get along. We have the same interests. Only I don't kill people, beat women, and drink like a fish."

Or wear a cut on your back I thought to myself. I'd always wanted a Son. Something about that leather and the motorcycle had me hooked. I loved being at Aleah's before she went weird on me, always getting to be around the hotness that was the MC. The guys were older but that didn't dilute the sexy any in my opinion. Especially not the older, raspy voiced man that had hit on me when he did my tattoo. He was gorgeous. Old enough to be my Dad sure, but still fuck able if I didn't have Carter around.

"Thank God for that." I told him curling up beside him like we were conjoined. "Don't let him talk you into getting the stupid haircut either."

"We were going to do it tomorrow actually." He kissed my forehead then the tip of my nose. "Besides, your best friend is the one dating him, not me."

I tilted my head to give him a kiss on his lips, always the same cinnamon gum taste. "I know, I gotta talk her out of it soon."

"Be nice baby. I kinda told him we'd go out on a double date soon too." He dared to say looking sheepish. "One night won't kill you. He did fix us up."

I snorted remembering the night I met Carter. Juice had palmed me off on him. I'd drank entirely too much, could barely even walk. I'd been chatting off and on with Carter all night so when he told me Juice said it was cool if I left with him, me in my drunken state didn't think it was a big deal. Until I sobered up. Then I wanted to kill the Mohawked biker with his own knife. It was embarrassing as hell to wake up next to a guy you'd known for 12hours and not know his name.

Carter was a perfect gentlemen about it though. He'd slept under a separate blanket, completely clothed, and I was in my own blanket completely clothed. He'd taken my shoes off at least. He'd kissed me a few times and after I tried countless times to get him naked, he finally told me he wasn't interested. Way to kill my ego.

"Remind to thank him again for sending my drunk ass home with a stranger."

He grinned at me kissing my lips softly pulling me into his lap. "Be nice or I'll take your Valentines present back."

"No way in hell are you getting it." I replied quickly looking down at my hand at the sparkling promise ring. I'd always thought promise rings were a joke, but now I was completely down for it. I loved the ring almost as much as I loved him.

"Didn't think you'd give it up." Carter chuckled. "Wish you'd let me do more for you."

This was a constant battle with us. We'd only been together a couple of months but were totally in love. And because of that Carter wanted to help me with things around the apartment like the bills, groceries, car stuff, or moving me in with him. I wasn't ready to live together just yet, I wanted to enjoy having my own space for a while. After living between my parents run down house, and the Morrows palace, I needed it.

"I can handle things." I assured him kissing just his bottom lip. "What night are we going out with your bro-friend? I told Lyla I'd keep Piper one night this week so she could get out for a while too."

Lyla was one of the CaraCara girls that had started at the studio around the same time as I did. She was a couple of years older than I was, but we got along great. She had the cutest little boy and I'd been trying to help her out by watching him once or twice a week so she could salvage her social life. I knew all too well what it was like to be without any family to help you out. She was on the track to becoming my new best friend since my old one was ditching me for 170 lbs of leather, sex, and tattoos.

Carter just shrugged his wide shoulders pushing me around in his lap so he could rub my shoulders with his huge hands. They reminded me of paws. "He said he'd have to play it by ear, and Aleah is free on whatever days she doesn't have school. We were thinking about FunTown though."

I rolled my blue eyes at the word FunTown. Clowns freaked me out since I was a kid. I could still remember Mama Gemma talking me and Aleah into getting our pictures taken with one. We'd screamed for an hour afterwards until she bought us cotton candy to shut us up. That woman had more patience than anyone I'd ever known. She was a strong bitch too, I knew things weren't easy around there now that I was older. The older I got, the more things I picked up on. My parents weren't that great about not spouting off about the Morrow's either. They'd said countless times that I was going to play with white trash, or to a biker whores house.

Gemma was twice the parent either of them had ever even thought about being. My own mom told me I had to get out of the house when I turned 18 back in November right after I got out of the hospital. Gemma was the one that offered to let me stay with her until I could get on my feet then helped me get on with Luann. Porn wasn't something my parents wanted me doing so they pretty much stopped talking to me after I told them. No big loss there. I was better off without them anyways. The only parents that cared about me weren't even blood relatives.

"Big bad tough guys like you two want to go to FunTown?" I asked moaning when he rubbed the sore spot between my shoulders. Working on your knees had its downside.

Carter pushed me down on the couch onto my stomach so he could reach my full back. "Yep. Wanna go down the tunnel of love with my baby."

I laughed picturing him squeezing into one of the cheesy geese that went down the fake lake track. "We can make out on the couch for free." I pointed out. I was all about saving the money. I scrimped anyway I could on anything. Hot dogs and cereal were my normal meals unless he took me somewhere or brought something. Water was my choice of beverage.

"Don't worry about how much it cost." He sighed pushing my thin t-shirt up to reveal my bare skin. "I have money. Clay pays pretty good. Guess he has to to put up with all the crazy stuff that goes on around there. You know Jax had me wash blood off the side of the tow truck earlier?"

"Better not mention that to just anyone." I warned him knowing exactly how violent these guys could be. "And Pops isn't doing too bad for cash."

"I'm not stupid. I'm telling you cuz I know you won't say nothing." He tickled my sides a little bit. "You know you have scars back here."

I knew I had scars on my back. On my face, on my arms. Make up hid it from the camera at work. It was the result of being jumped and beaten to a pulp by 5 Mexican bikers. All because I went ,like a dumbass, to help Juice after he had his ass beat. Stupidest thing I'd ever done was try to be nice to that putz. It got me a week in the hospital, a broken nose, two black eyes, and fractured ribs. And all he'd said was "I'm so sorry" before breaking up with my best friend.

I grabbed a throw pillow to stuff under my head to prop up on. "I know. Its from the ass kicking I got going over to Juice's place."

Carter didn't say anything. I knew like Aleah, he didn't think it was appropriate for me to go over there alone. A job was a job, and I needed the cash too bad to say no at the time though. He didn't get it just like Aleah didn't. It'd took some convincing to get it through his head that I wasn't fucking Juice. He said he'd already asked Juice about it but he didn't really expect a straight answer from a guy like him about it. He didn't realize Juice was a whore, he didn't mind sharing anything with anyone if you asked. I'd found way too many empty condom wrappers when I cleaned up his place not to know they weren't all being used with Aleah. I kept my mouth shut for the right reason; not hurting my friend.

I couldn't be the one to tell her he'd cheated on her at some point in their relationship. I knew they had the whole if it happens on a run its ok clause, but this wasn't on a run. This was at his house, in Charming. And he didn't even try to hide the evidence from me. Yet he claimed to love her so much. It was a fucking joke. Aleah definitely loved him, she was all about Juice. Her whole world was set by what he said or did. He drove me crazy when he was out of town and he'd call to see where she was. Can ya say overprotective much?

"Me and Lyla are talking about splitting a place together. It'd make it easier on both of us." I told him to see how he'd react to this. "She's drowning in money problems just like me."

"Or you could move with me. My place is bigger." He reasoned his warm fingers still massaging. The man had a gift, the magic touch. "And you wouldn't have to pay any bills except your cell and car insurance. If you wanted to."

I frowned into the faux suede pillow thinking on it for a moment before pushing the idea away again. "I don't think so. Its kind of soon for that hon." That was a laugh for us, two and a half months and we were already on the I love you, lets promise to get married one day stage.

"Not really. I like being around you. You keep me on my toes." He leaned down and kissed the small of my back. "The yin- to my yang."

"That's cheesy." I laughed rolling over to face him. "Maybe in a few months after my lease is up. I dunno sugar. We'll see."

Carter grinned flashing his pearly whites at me. "We'll see is almost always a yes."

"I'm not making any promises." I told him holding a finger up. "Don't go getting me a closet cleared out just yet."

"Let's get something to eat. C'mon. My treat." He sat back pulling me up. "Let's celebrate, my girlfriend is considering moving in with me."

I just giggled following him to the kitchen where the order in menus were at, letting him chose whatever one he wanted. I loved being around this huge hunk of a man. The gentle giant.

A week later

FunTown woooo. I was still trying to get myself psyched up for tonight. After working all day covered in chocolate pudding in very sensitive areas, the last thing I really wanted to do was go out with doofus and Carter. Aleah sure, the guys, not to much.

Lee was on her way over to get ready at my place after school since it was closer to the college than Pops house was. I was hoping we'd have some time for girl talk before the guys got off from the garage or whatever it was the Mohawked wonder boy was doing today. I heard the quiet little raps on the door and rushed over to it, still wrapped up in my towel. "Hey Chiquita" I grinned stepping back to let Aleah inside.

She gave me a smile back, her eyes hidden behind a pair of huge shades. "Hey girl. Been a few days." She gave me a small hug tossing her car keys down on the secondhand kitchen table.

"I know. Can you believe we used to spend every minute together and now we're lucky to get a phone call in?" I led her into my small bedroom. I didn't have much inside of it. Just a bed frame with a queen mattress, dresser with a TV on top, and a nightstand. Nothing to write home about.

"I know. I've just been slammed with school is all." Aleah explained unzipping the purple make up bag she'd brought in with her. "I didn't even do make up before I left today."

She finally lifted the shades revealing dark circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept in days and I noticed how pale she'd become. "I see that. Want some help?" I offered getting dressed in jeans and a leopard print top with a bow in the back.

Aleah nodded her head sitting down in front of the full length mirror I had propped up against the wall. I slid down beside her going to work. It almost felt old times. I rubbed foundation along her skin blending it in expertly, I'd picked up a few tricks from working with Luann. "Juice is on his way back from Oregon. He said he'd be here on time though."

"Oregon huh? What's he doing way in the hell over there?" I asked curiously.

"No idea. Just riding with some of the guys." She was lying I could tell. That was fine, I guess we were past the stage of confiding everything to each other. "He's been gone a couple of days."

I grabbed my brushes selecting one for her eyes starting on the eye shadow. "Mmmmhmmm.. You guys are usually pretty attached. I was wondering how you got away."

Aleah cracked a grin at my comment. "I got out for good behavior."

I chewed on the inside of my bottom lip before deciding I would dare to say this. "I tried calling you a few times last week. Every time I called or text Juice told me you were sick and couldn't come to the phone. Wouldn't ever tell me what was wrong with you."

"Oh, yeah. I'm sorry I didn't call back. I really was sick. Throwing up, sweats, you know." She opened her eyes glancing in the mirror at my work. "I'll finish." I handed her the mascara wand and started brushing my hair out.

"Is he… still a sweet guy?" I blurted out worried about my friend.

Aleah let out a laugh that sounded like a snort then laughed some more. "Yes he's still a sweet guy. Don't worry, he didn't have me locked in a closet or anything. I really was sick."

If that's what she said, then I decided I had to believe her. I slipped a pair of flip flops on, as ready as I'd ever get. "That must be Carter. Or Juice." I heard the knocking at the door.

I hurried to open it finding both of them standing outside. Carter looked like a chip off of Mr. Rogers standing next to Juice in his black pants, red shirt, and leather cut. He'd put Nikes on I'd give him that much for the effort to look normal. "Hey handsome." I cooed to Carter leaning up to peck his chin. "Juice." I gave him a look getting a grin in return that told me he was doing it just because it would annoy me.

"Nice to see you too Jess."

Aleah came out of my room dropping her make up back in her purse. "Hey Jess, would you mind if I grabbed a shirt? I forgot I spilled a huge glob of mustard earlier and I really don't want to run back home."

Juice reached towards her, his hand grazing her ass before he gave her a quick kiss. "Yeah sure. C'mon then we can go."

I went to the closet throwing a few shirts down for her to pick from. She grabbed a red one that had a lace backing to it. I watched her pull her own shirt off frowning at the sight of my friends body. Aleah had never been bony, or tiny. But now she was. "You've lost some weight." I commented.

"A little. It must be from Juice's clean eating kick." She flashed me grin slipping back out to the living room.

"I know man, it was pretty fuckin epic." Juice was saying when we walked in. "Never would have thought to try it that way either."

I grabbed my purse and keys. "Are we riding together?" I asked wondering suddenly how this was going to work out. I couldn't picture Juice being okay with riding a car with three other people. Or Carter fitting in the backseat.

Juice shook his head quickly at me. "Nope. We'll take my bike. Come back for Lee's car later tonight."

So we were off. It only took a couple of minutes to get over to the fairgrounds and holy moly it was packed when we did get there. There were plenty of kids running around, plus adults, eating cotton candy and waiting for rides. It'd been a couple of years since I'd came to this place. It hadn't changed much except now I was tall enough for all of the rides. I walked with Aleah behind the guys while they talked about mechanics, and ya da ya da.

"Want to grab some food with me?" I asked Aleah seeing the food carts advertising corn dogs, funnel cakes, chicken on a stick, and a million other greasy, sugary, heart attack inducing foods.

She glanced over at the booth reading what it had to offer. "I could probably go for a corn dog." She said finally.

The guys had stopped walking when we did and were giving us impatient hurry up looks. "We're hungry." I told Carter with a grin.

"Here babe. Get what you want." Carter dug into his back pocket for his wallet to get me money out. "We're gonna go to the shoot out stand."

Juice handed Aleah a fistful of crumpled money in a glove covered hand. "Make sure you eat." He advised her looking serious. "Something besides crystallized sugar in a bag too."

Aleah waved him off after she'd taken his cash. "I'm a big girl." She stuck her tongue out at him going to get in line.

"Hovers huh?" I smirked while we waited behind a lady with three screaming kids.

"Just a little." She grinned "Listen, can you order for me? I need to run to the bathroom real fast."

I shrugged not caring. "Sure. I'll wait for you at the tables if you're not out before I get our stuff."

Aleah was off in a flash, she stayed gone long enough for me to order and get our chicken on a stickers, blooming onion, and a funnel cake to split. Stomach ache guaranteed. I elbowed my way through the condiment station bumping into a man in khakis, wool shirt, and shiny black shoes. Point Dexter dork I thought to myself. "Sorry." I apologized grabbing some napkins.

The man turned to face me then freezing me in place. Mr. Thompson. I stared at him a moment before snatching the napkins and taking off before he could speak. I felt shaky when I sat down at the table with my knees bouncing up and down. I'd hoped I'd never have to see that hideous man's face again in my life. I'd just started to forget him.

"Ms. Linson, can you give me a moment after class? Its about your paper." Mr. Thompson asked with a creepy smile.

"Sure." I forced a smile back at the man. He was a weirdo. He always seemed to brush against students in the oddest ways.

I stayed behind when the bell rang signaling class was over. I gathered my books up slowly while he shut the door. I felt my heart leap when I heard him lock it. "Well… Ms. Linson, I think you know why I kept you."

"No?" I stood up grabbing my backpack ready to run for it. Something was way off here.

"I saw the way you've been looking at me. Your eyes following me like hair on a dog." He gave me a yellow toothed grin. "Your paper was incomplete, I thought we could work something out."

I felt the bile start to rise in my throat. "I need to go." I whispered starting for the door when he was over at my side in a flash grabbing me.

"We're just getting started." Mr. Thompson hissed his breath smelling horrid.

I jerked my arm from his grasp trying to push past him. Wrong choice. He pushed me back hard, pushing me against the brick wall. "Let me go."

"You want this. You've wanted this for a while."

He was struggling to undo his zipper and hold me down at the same time when I saw the opportunity and kneed him as hard as I could in the balls. "Fuck! You stupid little bitch!" he roared doubled over in pain. "I'm trying to do you a favor!"

"Stay away from me!" I snapped throwing things off of his desk at him on my dash to the door.

"You're going to regret this. No one will believe you if you tell either. Everyone knows you're only good for that sweet pussy between those legs."

"Hey, you ok?" Aleah nudged me sitting down beside me, she'd pulled her hair up into a bun. "You're spacing out."

"Huh? Yeah.. I'm fine. Here comes the guys." I stammered out taking a few deep breaths to calm my nerves.

Juice hopped onto the bench carrying a huge bright pink gorilla in his arms. "Don't even ask me how we're getting it on the Dyna."

Aleah laughed loudly taking it from him to sit beside us on our side. Carter was picking through our food getting little pinches of everything. "We'll put in the Tahoe." He volunteered nodding at Juice.

"Awesome. Thanks man." He grabbed Aleah's drink taking a gulp from it. "You ok baby?"

"I'm perfect. Perfectly perfect." She replied coolly taking her drink back from him. "Just trying to eat in peace."

Juice gave her a look I couldn't read and she threw it right back. He just sighed loudly and shook his head. "You want to grab our own food since the women didn't think ahead about their hungry men?"

"I know, greedy huh?" Carter laughed going to the cart with Juice.

Those two were a bad influence on each other. I watched them joking around in line until Juice tripped over a power cord leading to the cart and fell into the condiment table. "Balance and Juice don't mix." I laughed watching him get up with a big grin on his face. At least the little idiot had a good sense of humor.

"He's a walking disaster." Aleah laughed agreeing with me. The next highlight happened a minute later when Juice tapped the mustard on the table to get it to come out and it squirted all over the surface instead. "Jesus. I can't take him anywhere."

Carter luckily, was a lot more coordinated than Juice was. He helped his friend clean up the mess before they came back and ate. We were waiting in line for the Grav-a-tron when Aleah started to finally act enthused about being out. She was hopping around not able to stand still a huge grin on her face. Juice just looked annoyed as she jabbered to us. Her good mood lasted the rest of the night until we parted ways.

"They are one strange couple." I voiced the minute the door shut.

Carter just laughed and sat down on my couch. "No stranger than any other couple. No stranger than us. The beastly mechanic and the beautiful porn star."

"Beastly isn't how I'd describe you." I curled up in his lap. "Maybe…. Sexy. Hot. Well endowed." I gave him a wicked grin .

"You can't quit from there quick enough." He sighed playing with my hair. "I can't stand it."

I didn't say anything back. I knew he hated my job. He'd said so more than enough times and then refused to watch any of the movies I brought home. "Let's just… be together." I said softly touching his cheek.

"You're it for me, you know that Jess?"

"I know. You're it for me too."