Stella got her groove back!
I know that I have three other stories up right now. BUT this plot had popped into my head and when I sat down to type it out, I got a little carried away and wanted to see what the readers think about it. I wanted to do something different with a different SOA character. That means that there will be NO Tara or Abel in this story because it doesn't fit the plot I have. I do not own any of the familiar ideas that you recognize from the show, nor do I own the SOA characters that will appear throughout this story. As the story progresses you will see the dark side of Quinn and what she ran from in Maine, and you will see the dark side of Jax because of the club and how the two help each other, but of course it isn't always rainbows and butterflies. *The title Forever is based off of Zayn and Taylor Swift's song 'I don't wanna live forever' in case anyone is curious.
"Excuse me?"
Jax Teller heard an unfamiliar feminine raspy voice causing him to turn away from the truck he was working on in his driveway. When he turned around to look for the voice he realized he had seen the petite brunette before when she had moved in next door a couple of weeks ago.
"I think I got some of your mail by accident." The nameless woman held out her small hand and showed the two envelopes, "I was going to put it in the mailbox but I saw you here..." The woman began to explain.
"Thanks." Jax flashed a small charming smile, "The mailman never really pays attention to the right addresses seventy percent of the time." Jax joked and grabbed the two pieces of mail. He didn't realize that his finger hand brushed against hers causing an unfamiliar spark and he froze for a split second, "What's your name?" Jax questioned, "Ya know, in case I get any of your mail by accident."
The woman let out a small raspy chuckle, "Quinn Masters."
"It's nice to meet you Quinn, I'm Jax Teller." Jax held out his hand and the woman looked to his hand for a second before slipping hers into his and shaking it.
"Nice to meet you too."
Jax watched as she flashed him a small soft smile and then pulled her hand away. He realized that he had grease on his hands and it had gotten onto hers, "Oh, sorry! I didn't realize I had that much grease on my hand." Jax explained and watched as the woman shrugged her shoulders.
"It's fine, nothing a little water and soap can't fix." Quinn flashed him a smile, "Well I better get back home. It was nice to meet you Jax Teller." Quinn began to walk away from him and Jax couldn't help but to watch her leave.
"Nice to meet you too Quinn Masters." Jax spoke loud enough for her to hear and watched as she looked over her shoulder and gave him a bright smile.
Jax couldn't help but to appreciate the woman's body. It was something that he had noticed when she had moved in. She had curves in all the right places. There had been a few times where he had gotten home in the early morning and noticed that she had either just got done running or would take off running down the road, so he realized that she must work out some.
Shaking his head from the thoughts of Quinn, he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket to check the time since he was due at work and realized that he was running late.
"Shit." Jax huffed and decided to shut the hood of the truck and pick it back up when he got home and headed straight for his bike to try to avoid his mother chewing him out for being late.
As he started his bike and rode out of his driveway, he found himself glancing towards Quinn's light yellow home and noticed that she had all of the windows open and could hear the sounds of music over the low rumbles of his engine and couldn't help but to chuckle as he sped up.
Quinn couldn't believe where life had taken her in the past couple of years. If anyone had told her that she would have to leave the only town she had ever known to feel safe again, she would have told them they were crazy. The brunette photographer had grown up in Bar Harbor Maine. She had absolutely loved the town because it was like a little island. There was something about feeling isolated but not actually being cut off from the world that she loved. She swore that when she fell asleep at night she could smell the ocean air once in awhile, and it made her miss her hometown just a little bit more.
When Quinn had first started to get into photography, she had started out by taking pictures of boats on the water, the people she knew that owned little shops, and from there she had decided to save up some money to travel to a couple of places around the US in order to expand her collection of pictures.
At first, Quinn had just done photography for fun because she loved how with one single click of a camera you could capture so much. She would post them onto her social media accounts to have a way to never lose them, but somehow they started to go viral within her group of friends. When a couple of people had commented that she should start her own business, she started to think it wouldn't be a bad idea.
Quinn had decided to start out local and would photograph weddings of her friends, small beauty pageants the town would hold for the young kids and anything she could get her hands on. Once the people had bragged about how great of a photographer she was and how much attention she was getting for her pictures, she had decided to just go for it and made a few business cards. The next thing she knew, Quinn was getting contacted from a few people around the US in order to have pictures done for different reasons and it seemed to grow more as the years passed.
Since Quinn was terrible at scheduling and keeping track of where to go and when once her business started to grow, she had turned to her best friend Gavin. He had been the brains behind getting her website up and running, and then he turned into her personal assistant. Even though he still lived back in Maine, he would keep her updated with hundreds of emails, texts and calls to make sure that she was organized. When ever she would have to travel somewhere, he would fly out from Maine in order to meet her in whatever town she would be going to. Gavin was her life saver, even across the United States.
Quinn had sworn to herself that she was never going to move again. She couldn't believe that she had spent the entire day unpacking and going through her things. Quinn had the habit of shopping for antiques when she would travel to different states and had accumulated a lot of things over the past year when she had basically traveled non-stop. Her favorite place to shop for antiques was Louisiana, especially New Orleans.
"Hey Siri, call Gavin." Quinn spoke out loud to her phone as she was rummaging through her records, to put something in her record player.
"Girl, tell me that you are moving back." Gavin joked and Quinn couldn't help but to let out a laugh and quickly hit the speakerphone and went back to looking through her records.
"I'm not moving ever again." Quinn stated, "I was actually wondering if you wanted to fly out here soon and help me go through all this shit I've seemed to collect. I need to get rid of some stuff but you know me, I can't ever part with anything I get." Quinn rolled her eyes when she heard Gavin laughing hysterically for a moment.
"I call dibs on the alligator skeleton head." Gavin chuckled.
"I'm not getting rid of Henry. I got that the first time I went to New Orleans. You can have that witch board thing I got at that voodoo shop."
"Fuck no!" Gavin hissed, "You shouldn't even have that in your house!" Gavin added causing Quinn to bust out laughing.
"Don't be such a sissy Gavin." Quinn joked while laughing a little, "But seriously, how do you feel about flying out here for a bit before we go to Cancun?" Quinn questioned.
Quinn and Gavin agreed to take a small break at the beginning of the summer since business was going to pick up once they were back from Cancun, and they both wanted to enjoy some down time before things got hectic for a few months.
"Do you have a pool at least? I need to work on my tan for Cancun so I don't turn into a tomato, or do I need to buy like a membership card to some rinky dink park pool?" Gavin joked and Quinn chuckled.
"You are actually in luck princess, I do have a pool. But I might charge a membership fee, that seems like a good idea." Quinn joked.
"Psh, you would you bitch." Gavin scoffed, "Are there any hot guys around? I need to know what type of swim trunks to pack."
"Oh my God..." Quinn laughed, "Actually, I met my neighbor today. The mailman dropped off his mail by mistake, he's pretty good looking but I don't think he plays for your team."
"I can always change that." Gavin stated causing Quinn to roll her eyes, "But let me check the flights out and see what there is and I'll book the next flight out. There's not shit to do here and I'm bored out of my mind without you." Gavin sighed dramatically.
"Just let me know and I'll come pick you up from the airport. Make sure to pack shit for Cancun too, unless you want to fly back home and then fly back out."
"Bitch, bye."
Quinn couldn't help but to laugh when Gavin ended the phone call with that and then turned her attention to an old record she had found in New Orleans and decided to put the old jazz music on the player. Once the music had began to play, Quinn had decided to go to the fridge for a beer and grabbed the hammer to put a few of her favorite pictures up in her living room. The brunette had realized that she needed a stool to stand on and didn't have one.
"Well shit..." Quinn muttered and looked around to see what she could stand on. She had taken a few long drinks of her beer and knew that she had put her kitchen table chairs outside to be picked up for trash since a couple of them had broken from the move and decided to go out to examine if she could stand on one of them.
Just as she walked out the front door, she ran into a solid body and felt hands go to her elbows to keep her from falling backwards but she still let out a startled scream.
"Jesus. You scared the shit out of me!" Quinn finally found her voice when she opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times to see the blonde haired neighbor standing on her small porch.
"I could say the same thing." Jax chuckled, "Came barreling out of the house, didn't expect it." Jax added.
Quinn let out a little laugh, "Yeah, I was on a mission."
"What sort of mission?" Jax questioned with an amused smile on his face.
"Well, I have some things to hang up and I need to see if one of my broken kitchen chairs are stable enough for me to stand on." Quinn explained, "Apparently the old age got to them and couldn't handle the move." Quinn joked.
Jax let out a small laugh, "I could help instead of you using broken chairs."
"Oh I couldn't ask you to do that."
"It's the least I could do for you returning my mail." Jax offered his famous bright smile and Quinn reluctantly agreed.
Quinn turned back to the front door and opened it and allowed Jax to follow her in. She moved towards the few large picture frames she had sat out on the couch to make sure they were dust free and clean.
"Nice place." Jax commented looking around to the large living room.
"Thanks." Quinn smiled at him.
Jax decided to look at Quinn's face for the first time since the sun wasn't beating in his eyes and noticed how naturally gorgeous she was. She didn't have an ounce of make-up on and noticed the little hoop nose ring she had on, and then was almost taken away at the color of her grey eyes. They almost seemed to glow with how dark her brown hair was and had little silver slivers in them causing them to pop out even more. The man had to force himself to look away from her eyes and glanced to the pictures that were framed on the couch.
"Wow, these are amazing." Jax commented honestly.
As he examined the pictures, he instantly had a favorite. It was a black and white photo of several shops on a busy street with several people on the road and sidewalks.
"I took that in New Orleans in the French Quarter during a festival." Quinn spoke up causing Jax to look away from the photo and back to her.
"You took this?" Jax questioned.
Quinn gave a nod, "I'm a photographer."
"Wow, you're amazing." Jax complimented her work causing Quinn to blush slightly.
"Thank you." Quinn smiled.
"Where are you wanting these darlin?" Jax questioned turning his attention back to the photos and looked around the room.
"I was thinking that wall, just sort of scattered in no order. I plan on adding more when I get back from Cancun." Quinn explained and handed the hammer and nails over to Jax when he put his hand out.
"Cancun huh?" Jax questioned.
"Yeah, my friend and I are going there before business picks up for the summer." Quinn explained, "Have you ever been?" Quinn questioned, trying to make small talk as he hung the first picture.
"No. I've been around California and a few other places close. Don't have much time for a vacation or time to travel." Jax explained vaguely, "Do you travel a lot of work?"
"Yeah. I have some regular clients that I go to every few months in different states, and then in between I have odds and ends that fill up the rest of the year. Sometimes I get the ones who end up canceling at the last minute so I just use the time to site see and photograph whatever I find." Quinn explained.
"Cancellations must not be good for the business." Jax commented after he made sure the nail for the second photo was in the wall.
"It's not too bad. I usually use the photos I take after a cancellation and put to canvases and people buy them on my website." Quinn explained, "It's usually small hotels or local businesses, but it sort of makes up for the money I lost from the cancellation." Quinn added.
"What's your website name?" Jax questioned as he hung the second photo on the wall.
"Oh it's Quinn Photography." Quinn chuckled, "Not very clever but it gets the point across. I figured if it were something simple it would be easy to remember." Quinn added.
"Do you have a business card too?" Jax chuckled and watched as Quinn blushed a little and gave a nod.
"Not everyone has access to the internet, and business cards were how I first got started basically, so it was a little hard to part with." Quinn explained.
"But with the people who don't have access to the internet, how do they figure out if they want you as a photographer though?" Jax questioned with furrowed eyebrows.
"Well ninety percent of the time the people that use my business cards have seen my work previously or have been around while I'm taking photos. There's the 10 percent of people who use business cards that what to see my work first, so I set up a time and date and fly out to them to have them look or I send my assistant out to do it if I have something planned." Quinn explained and Jax gave a nod in understanding.
Once the rest of the frame were hung, Quinn had walked Jax to the door and watched as he pulled three envelopes out from his back pocket.
"These were in my mail box when I got home from work." Jax grinned causing Quinn to let out a laugh.
"So I guess we better get use to having each other's mail then huh?" Quinn joked, "If for some reason you get my mail while I'm in Cancun, you can just stick it in the mailbox and I'll get it when I get back." Quinn explained.
Jax gave a nod and his phone began to ring in his pocket, "Well have a good night darlin."
"Thanks again." Quinn smiled softly and watched as he walked off the porch and towards his house as he answered his cell phone.
Quinn had waited until Jax was out of view before shutting and locking the front door and then setting the alarm system. She turned back to her living room to clean up a little before calling it a night. She was struggling with being in such a small town without knowing anyone but she figured after meeting the good looking neighbor, maybe she could make a new friend, and it wasn't bad that he was definitely nice to look at. Quinn was going to be completely unprepared for the crazy that was about to barrel into her life after meeting the Prince of Charming.
Author's Note:
Would you like to see more? Feel free to let me know your thoughts. Also for my other stories, I will be updating those as soon as I can tear myself away from this story. ;)