Song is Waiting for Superman by Daughtry.
That night, the nightmares that plagued Honey stayed away as she rested in Half Sack's arms. When she woke up around 9 the next morning, she was alone with a note on the nightstand. Laying back and pulling the covers over her more she read the note, squinting to read the messy scrawl.
'Had to go run some errands for Clay, I hope you slept okay. I'll see you later today.'
At the bottom of the paper scrap, he had written the number to his prepay. She smiles, blushing softly as she lays back and closes her eyes, relaxing for a little while longer. Her rest is cut short as someone knocks sharply on the door before just barging in.
Honey jumps up, heart racing as Gemma frowns, looking at her with her arms crossed. 'Dear god, I can feel the judgement already.' Honey sighs as she lays back, arms crossed over her eyes as she mumbles, "Mom, before you sprain something jumping to conclusions in those spiky ass heels, can I explain this?"
Gemma purses her lips but nods, leaning against the doorway. "I'm listening."
Honey sits up, grabbing her phone from the nightstand, glad she had kept all her clothes on to sleep. "Yesterday Wendy called, she was upset about Jax. My car needs some work and Half Sack offered to give me a ride so I could calm her down."
"That doesn't explain why he's out there grinning like a retard while you're sleeping in his bed." Gemma arches her eyebrow, her eyes boring into Honey's.
"Jax and I got into a fight, Half Sack told me I could come in here and rest and calm down and shit. I fell asleep waiting for him and I guess he slept somewhere else because I didn't wake up to anyone coming in." The lies rolled easily off her tongue as she stood up and straightened the bed up, discreetly tucking the note into her shorts pocket.
Gemma hums, not fully believing her as Honey brushes past on her way into the bar. Casting a dubious glance around the room, Gemma spies the empty bottle of rum peeking out from under the bed. Picking it up and examining it, she murmurs, "Fell asleep, my ass."
Honey walks out to the bar, smiling brightly at the guys who are sitting around. Bobby passes her a muffin and she smiles in thanks, hugging him. "Thanks, Bobby. Coconut?"
He nods, sitting back as the guys swarm the basket of sweets. "Yeah, shredded garnish and made with fresh coconut milk, made special for the Princess."
Honey blushes and sits beside him. "Thanks." She bites into the muffin, her eyes drawn to the still grinning prospect. Bobby nudges her gently, noticing her acting strangely.
"Honey, you feeling okay?" He watches her nod, distracted.
"Yeah, I'm good Bobby. Thank you." She hugs him, smiling softly as she finishes her muffin. "Just tired."
He nods, patting her back before she pulls away and stands up. Giving Half Sack a bright smile as she approaches the door, she slips a note into the pocket of his jeans as she passes. Waiting until she's gone, he sits down at the bar and unfolds the note, immediately grabbing his phone and entering the neatly written number.
To deflect suspicion if anyone saw the contact name, he entered it under Elizabeth, remembering she had told him that was her first name.
Jax stands and sighs as he walks over to the bar. "Hey prospect?"
Half Sack looks up, cheeks red as he stutters, "Y-yeah?" He slides his phone back into his pocket, standing.
Jax runs a hand through his hair as he sighs. "Thanks...for having Honey's back yesterday. I saw you watching us."
Half Sack nods, looking down. "No problem, she's nice. I didn't want her to get in trouble, she seemed pretty angry."
Jax nods, hands in his pockets. "Well thanks. Are you two friends or something?"
He nods, fidgeting with the scrap of paper with Honey's number. "Uh kinda. We started talking the other day, I gave her a ride when her car wouldn't start."
Jax nods slowly, then shakes his head. "That cage is always tearing up on her, I'll see if I can work on it later."
"Oh I can, if you...you know...don't have time or something..." Half Sack mentally slaps himself hearing how awkward and suspicious that sounded. Jax shrugs, glancing at the security camera screen seeing how crowded the lot is.
"If you want to, it doesn't matter. Probably gonna have other cars to get to first." Half Sack nods and starts to walk back to the dorm to put his TM work shirt on.
"I'll work on it when I have time. She said the transmission was making some funny sounds." Slipping his phone out, he sent her a quick, simple text.
Outside, Honey is rinsing her mouth with a bottle of water, tasting the lingering remnants of rum. Her head aches a bit as she puts on her black Ray Bans, walking with her head tilted down as she heads across the lot to the gate, searching in her pockets for some cash. Finding a wrinkled, crumpled 10 dollar bill in her pocket, she walks into the diner and sits in the corner booth, grabbing the menu from the stand at the edge of the table against the window.
Anna, the waitress, comes over and smiles at Honey, slipping her notepad from her pocket. "Good morning, Honey. The usual?"
Honey nods, smiling as she peruses the menu. "Yes please, Anna. And a glass of orange juice."
The older brunette nods and heads back to the kitchen as Honey feels her phone vibrate against her thigh. Slipping it out and checking the notifications, she can't hold back the grin that spreads over her lips.
Kip: Hey, I'm about to check out your car.
She types a reply, thanking Anna as she sets a plate of eggs, bacon, and toast in front of her.
Elizabeth: thanks :) do you need my keys? I have them in my purse.
Kip: yeah do you want me to come get them?
Elizabeth: no, I'll bring them. Give me 15 minutes.
Gulping down her breakfast and leaving the payment and tip beside the plate, she stands and stretches. Grabbing her purse, she smiles at Anna and the cook on her way out. She walks back to TM, humming softly as she looks around at the town, seeing people out working in their yards or just enjoying the pleasant summer afternoon.
Making her way onto the lot and into the bay where she can barely see Half Sack's boots poking out from beneath her car, she smiles and giggles quietly. She crouches down quietly beside him, saying loudly, "How's it looking?"
There's a metallic clang and a muffled curse then he rolls out from under the car, a smudge of grease on his cheek as he pouts at her. "Honey, that wasn't nice. Almost took my eye out."
She giggles, looking around to make sure no one is watching before leaning down and kissing him passionately while murmuring, "I'm very nice, Kip."
He smiles against her lips before pulling away, looking around nervously. "I know...are you nice to everyone or am I just special?"
She shrugs as she climbs up onto the tool chest and sits down, crossing her legs. "Depends on which niceties we're referring to."
He bites his lip softly as he stands up and puts the tool he'd been working with on the chest beside her. "The one from last night that involved you, your mouth, and a bottle of rum."
She gives him a half smile as she gently runs her hand over the front of his cut. "That wasn't my first blowjob, if that's what you're asking. I've never slept with anyone though, I'm not that kind of easy."
He sighs, softly running his hands up over her smooth thighs. "Your parents know?"
She laughs and shakes her head, laying her head on his chest. "No, I don't exactly talk about whose dick I suck while we're having family time. I've only done it a couple times, just one of my friends and this boy who took me to the Homecoming dance last year."
He nods, a little relieved. He runs his fingers gently through her hair. "You know something?" She hums softly, looking up at him curiously. He laughs softly and blushes. "When you came into the clubhouse the first time, I thought you were a crow eater. I still think I'd have a better chance with you if you were."
Honey laughs, pressing her face against his chest to muffle the sound so they don't arouse attention. "Oh my god, really?"
He nods, his cheeks flushed as he gently caresses her hips. "You were talking to the other crow eaters and...being all vague and shit..." She smiles and kisses him gently, twirling a lock of his hair around her pointer finger.
"Well, was I a hot crow eater?" She raises her eyebrow at him. He smiles and nods, kissing her forehead.
"The hottest."
Footsteps approaching the bay make them jump apart, Honey crossing her legs again and Half Sack nearly diving back under the car. Clay approaches, sunglasses on as he flexes his hand discreetly. Honey sighs, knowing her stepfather was getting older and his arthritis was getting worse.
"Hey baby girl, helping the prospect with your car?" He kisses her forehead affectionately and she smiles, nodding.
"Yup. He looked as though he needed some assistance." She smiles at Half Sack as he rolls out from under the car and stands up.
Clay watches him, his arm around Honey's slim shoulders. "We need you to cover the garage for a couple hours. Dog and Lowell are here but we're swamped and the guys and I have some business that needs dealt with."
He nods, wiping his greasy hands with a dirty rag. "Sure thing, Clay."
Honey bites her lip softly, giving her best puppy dog pout face. "Daddy...can I help with the customers?"
Clay nods, looking out at the bustling office. "If you can keep them from getting pissed off and leaving, go right ahead baby girl."
Honey grins and hops off the chest, stretching and arching her back. "Alrighty dad, go handle the booming biker business." Clay nods and walks over to where the rest of the guys were getting on their bikes. In neat formation, they drive off and Honey smiles at Half Sack. "Well Kip, I better go entertain the dirty old men and soccer moms."
She walls away, her hips swaying gently just to tease Half Sack. He leans against the back of the car watching her go before shaking his head and grabbing the wrench again, rolling back under the engine.
A couple hours pass and slowly the rush of customers thins out. Half Sack takes a break, leaving the last few cars to Dog and Lowell as he walks towards the office. He stands in the doorway and observes Honey sitting on the desk, legs crossed and a flirty smile on her lips as she laughs at something the man in front of her had said. He was smiling down at her, his eyes obviously glued to her tits that were practically spilling out of her tank top.
"The Prius is done." Half Sack says coldly, crossing his arms.
The middle aged man laughs and Honey hands him an invoice. "Guess that means our time is up. Hopefully I see you again sometime."
Honey smiles at him, not responding as she moves to sit down in the desk chair. The man walks out and Half Sack shuts the door behind him, staring at Honey. She frowns, taking her hair out of the messy bun she'd put it in. "What's with that face?"
"Why do you do this?" Half Sack asks seriously, looking into her eyes as she leans back in the chair.
"Do what? Work in the office?" She plays dumb, the charms on her bracelet tinkling quietly as she turns the chair in a half circle back and forth.
"Flirt with every guy you meet. Drink more in one night than Piney does in a week. Smoke whatever anybody has to offer." He rattles off, his voice growing louder as his jealousy shows more and more the more he thinks about Honey flirting with the older man.
Honey stays quiet, her head down as she slowly stops rocking the chair. After almost a monute, she sighs softly and murmurs honestly, "I don't expect you to understand but...I have nothing. My parents don't let me do anything, no school activities or friends that they don't approve of. I have to have an escort if I leave city limits." She lets out a breathless, humorless laugh. "I'm biding my time, Kip. I don't intend to do this forever. One day...I'll have my own life and my own freedom. I'm just waiting for my superman to take me away from here."
He crosses his arms, staring at her as he calms down a little. "Well, shit, Honey. You don't have high expectations or anything, do you?"
She cracks a smile and shrugs. "Maybe. All I'm looking for is someone to love me, y'know? I'm simple."
He smiles and walks over to her, leaning down to kiss her tenderly as he whispers, "Good to know."