Hey guys!

I havent got many reviews, so i'm really hoping that you guys are enjoying this. Let me know? Please!

So, I know in the origional, Happy and Vanessa got together pretty quickly, and I don't want that to happen in this. I'd rather they play hard to get...? Make sense?

Remember, I do not own Happy or any other the characters which makes you say, "Hey! I know them!" I simply own the Ortiz family EXCEPT Juice.. but you already knew that. Most of the story you will read comes simply from a land of my own imagination. A land of Rainbows, Butterflies, and Unicorns!

Soooo... Let's get it on!

Here's the second chapter of Just A Fool!

~Just A Fool~

Vanessa groaned as she rewrapped the scarf around her neck. The finger prints wrapped around her throat was a shade of deep purple against her tan skin. She wiped hard at her eyes, willing her tears to stay in her eyes as she waited for Juice to walk to the car. He could not see her cry, he would ask way too many questions.

Juice smiled wide as he opened the car door, "Hey. Where are we off to today?"

She shrugged, "I'm a little hungry. There's a little cafe down the street, how about there?" She looked over to her brother who just nodded his head, knowing it wouldn't matter were they were.

"Vanessa, why do you always wear scarfs?" Juice asked. "It's hot as hell out here! I swear it seems like you love being hot as hell. It seems like you've been bitten by a vampire." He laughed at his joke. "Come on, take it off. Show off that beautiful neck!" He said as he began to tug at the scarf.

Vanessa began to panic. "Juice, no!" She tried to slap his hands away the best she could as she continued driving. What would he say if he saw the finger prints? Would he say anything at all? Would he care? Of course he would, she was his flesh and blood after all.

Juice finally pulled the scarf free of her neck, his smile decreasing as he saw the deep purple marks. "The fuck is that, Vanessa?" He leaned over again and extended his hand out to touch the marks. When she flinched, he pulled his hand back fast as if she burned. "Did your boyfriend do this?"

Vanessa pulled over as tears began to block her vision. "Just leave it alone, Juice." She said in a small voice. "It's nothing."

"Nothing? Vanessa, that sure looks like something to me." Juice's face softened, "Why do you let him treat you this way? Don't you think you deserve better than that?" Juice opened the door and walked around the car to her side, pulling her out of the car and into his embrace. "You're worth more than that." He whispered softly into her hair as she cried into his chest.

He couldn't understand why a man would treat a woman like she was his punching bag. When he was growing up, he remembered his mother always telling him how important a woman was to a man. 'A woman is the foundation of a man. A man is a man strictly because of the woman in his life. She has the power to create or end his life. His legacy could not continue without a woman's help.' Juice smiled as his mother's words played over and over in his head. "Take me to him."

~Just A Fool~

"This it?" Juice asked his sister as they pulled into the driveway of her house. He nodded to the red porsche, "That his?"

After she nodded, he quickly got out the car and walked up the pathway to the door. He slowly opened the door, hearing the television on in the livingroom. His didn't even try to be quiet as his boots stomped against the hardwood floor. "You Antonio?" He asked the figure sitting on the leather couch who didn't bother moving.

"Where is Vanessa?" Antonio asked.

"Sitting in the car crying her eyes out because her Old Man puts his hands on her." Juice shouted. "I just want to know what kind of man are you to put your hands on my sister like that? Have you not been taught to respect women? Huh?"

Antonio adjusted himself on the couch and leaned forward, muting the tv before he spoke. "She hasn't earned my respect. She's lucky that she has me. I take care of her, don't I? She has food to eat and a roof over her head. Now, if you'd please get out of our house and out of our business."

"She is my business." Juice said. "Don't worry, I'll leave as soon as I get her stuff and neither of us will ever come back to this house."

Antonio stood up and flipped the coffee table in front of him, the glass breaking into multiple shards on the floor. "She's not going anywhere!" He shouted.

Juice trained his gun on him as he turned around. "Vanessa!" He called out. "Don't even think about trying to look for her. You are dead to her!" He wrapped an arm protectively around his sister she was came running into the livingroom. "Go pack your stuff. We're leaving."

"Vanessa," Antonio stared at her with pure desperation. "Don't leave me baby, please. Tell him how much we love each other!"

Juice pushed her towards the stairs, his eyes still trained on Antonio.

Juice had never been this angry before. I guess what they said was true, mess with someones family and they'll go crazy. Here he was pointing a gun, ready to kill him, because he laid a finger on his sister. His sister... he smiled at the thought. He hadn't known her for more than a week and he was already going to extremes for her.

~Just A Fool~

The drive to the clubhouse was silent. Juice had no idea what exactly to say to his sister, and Vanessa was still processing the events that previously occured.

She didn't entirely understand that she was set free. After years of being under Antonio's control, she didn't exactly know what to do with herself? She knew she had aquired skills from the relationship, cooking and cleaning, and maybe even trying to please a man that would never actually be pleased with her. She was done with being taken for granted. She was done being called a worthless slut. Even more so, she was done being treated like she was some piece of shit under his shoe. What made him so high and mighty? What made him think that he owned her? She knew for a fact she was so much better than. More importantly, she deserved so much more.

She smiled to herself. She deserved so much more.

"What are you smiling about over there?" Juice asked, turning his head occasionaly from the road ahead of him. "Something funny?"

"No," Vanessa said simply as she shook her head. "Just thinking about the first thing I'm going to do with my freedom." She leaned down to turn on the radio but stopped. "Can I turn on the radio?" She asked.

"You can do whatever you want now, Nessa. I'm not going to let anyone dictate what you can and can not do."

Vanessa smiled and flicked her wrist to the side, turning on the radio, it being the first time she was allowed to listen to music.

"This is my song!" Juice shouted at her, a huge grin across her face. "Girls just wanna have fun! That's all they really want!"

She giggled at his off tune singing as they pulled into the lot of the Teller Morrow Automotive. "When the working day is done, Oh, girls just wanna have fun! Come on Nessa, sing!" Juice screamed from the van as she stepped out of the car. The thing she loved most about Juice was that he didn't care who saw him doing something stupid. It wasn't like anyone could hurt his feelings in telling him to shut the hell up. He was entertaining his sister and that was all that mattered.

Now as Vanessa looked around the lot, she felt a little intimidated. Did she expect that everyone would welcome her with open arms? No, she was a stranger, only hearing about her from Juice blabbing about how cool and funny his new sister was. She realized she never even met any member of this so called motorcycle club, only the wild haired icy blue eyed man that wore a work shirt the first day she met Juice. Even then, she didn't even know his name.

"Juice are you sure this is going to be okay?" She asked. "I wouldn't want to intrude on you guys. Maybe they won't appreciate you bringing me here without asking them first. I could stay in an hotel if it's too much trouble."

"No! You have to stay here. I just need to let Clay know exactly who you are and what happened. He'll understand.." Juice said. "I think."

"Juice..." Vanessa said cautiously. She was going to tell him to drive back to the motels near the freeway and leave her there. She didn't want to enter someone else's place of business and pleasure univited. Juice didn't answer though, just continued walking towards the door marked 'Office.'

He stopped to talk to a thin man and pointed him in the direction of Vanessa and her car. She turned slightly to make it seem like she wasn't watching him. She watched the man walk towards her as Juice disappeared into the Office door.

"You're Juice's sister?" The thin man with orange hair asked her, a smile plastered on his face. "You guys look nothing alike. You're like hot and he's not..." He laughed nervously and scratched his arm, "Don't tell that, please?" Vanessa nodded, but didn't saying anything.

"Is it unlocked?" He asked as he gestured to the car and moved to open the trunk when she nodded. "Not to worry, ma'am. I'm just here to help you with your luggage. Please don't think I'm gonna rape and rob you or some shit. I promise i'm very nice."

"I'm sure you are." She said, smiling at the guy. She found him very funny. Maybe staying here and meeting the guys wasn't that big of a deal. The guy didn't say anything as he got to work on taking all of her suitcases out of the trunk. She stood there watching him. He was sort of cute, but not in the boyfriend way, more of a friend way.

Her eyes finally left him when the Office door opened with Juice and a much older man with grey hair stepped out. Juice pointed at her yet again and they made their way over. Vanessa remembered Juice telling her the names of all the club members and the role they each took. He never described them though. She remember he said he had to talk to Clay about five minutes ago. She racked her brain on what he told her about a Clay. Her eyes widened when she realized he labeled him as the club President. This was the man that would decide if she was able to stay or had to leave if he felt something of the slightest bit was off about her.

And so as Juice and his club president approached, she stood up straight and smiled her best smile. Her smile died down a bit when she realized she probably looked like she was meeting the Queen of England. How do you act when you're meeting a president of a motorcycle club? Stick your hand out and hope to god he takes it?

When they reached her, she decided to keep it simple. She smiled and muttered out a hello. "You're the famous Vanessa? Wow, Juice. I was thinking she was going to look like you. A chick with a mohawk and tits." He threw his head back and laughed, the sound loud that most defintely being heard acorss the lot where the other men were working on cars. They had infact heard him because they looked up and stopped working, watching the interaction with a little too much interest.

"So are we good brother?" Juice asked. "I promise she won't be too much trouble. I'll keep an eye on her."

"Not too worried about that, Juicy." Clay said and smiled slightly at her. "Make yourself at home. Family of a brother is a family of us. Anything you need, just ask. My wife, Gemma, will be by later. Maybe you two ladies could talk and be friends or some shit. Whatever it is you women do." Vanessa nodded and thanked him as he walked back to the office to probably get back to whatever he was doing before.

Juice clapped his hands and grinned at her. "Are you ready for the tour?"

~Just A Fool~

Juice had left her to herself as the man that helped her with her belongings came and told him he had to be somewhere.

That had been a few hours ago and now it was nearly eight. She could hear booming voices from inside the large clubhouse. Coming from where, she had no idea. All she knew was that there was a party happening tonight and her presence wasn't required. But what was she going to do? Sit here all night while everyone, including her brother, had fun.

She slowly pulled the door open and followed the voices out into the main room of the clubhouse. The room was filled with smoke and the smell of alchohol was strong. The previous clean clubhouse was already beginning to be littered with cups and.. is that panties? She couldn't help but let her draw drop as she stepped over them. What kind of organization were they running here?

When she didn't see her brother throughout the whole room, she walked through the doors she knew as the entrance. The party from inside continued on the outside, with even more people and different types of meat cooking on the grill. The whole fiasco reminded her about the parties during highschool she was never invited to, but heard about the next day. Back then she wished she'd been invited, but now she realized it wasn't all it cracked up to be.

"Hey sista'!" Juice slurred as he threw an arm around her. The smell of alchohol was as strong on his breath as it was in the clubhouse. "I was wonderin' when ya' were gonna leave that damn room! You came ta' join the partay, baby sista'?" He laughed at himself as if he said some funny joke that was to die for. "Ya' know what? Forget I asked. It don't matta', right? Here, I want ya' to meet some a' my friends!" He pulled her over to a picnic table. She recongized immediately Clay and the guy that helped her with her luggage.

"Well, ya' already know Clay and Halfsack, right? Of course you do. Ya' better remember 'em cus there's gonna be a' quiz later." He began to point at each person. "That is Jax, he's the VP of the club. Then, that fat bastard is Bobby. He makes the best food, remember?" Juice asked as if she had tasted his food. "That rapist is Tiggy, he's not as bad as he looks, I promise!" He tripped a bit over his foot as he pointed as another member. "That's Chibs, he has the best accent ya' ever heard. He gets all the girls!" He then muttered, "Asshole." He pointed again to whoever was next. "I'll make this quick. That's Opie, Piney, Gemma, Tara, and Happy."

She just waved as some of them stared. Her eyes caught the man known as 'Happy.' Why he was named that, she didn't want to know. "It's nice to meet you guys."

"Are ya' hungry?" Juice asked. "I bet ya' are." He pushed her in the direction of the grill with a smile on his face. "Go get ya' some food and just have fun, mmkay?"

~Just A Fool~

Vanessa settled at a picnic table after she got her food. Suprisingly, there wasn't much people on this side, which she was grateful for. It was either this spot, or she'd go back to the room and stay there for the rest of the night.

"Why are ya' alone by yourself?" Vanessa turned towards the rough gravelly voice that came from behind her. It was that guy Happy. He was holding a plate with a mountain of food and a beer. "Might not be safe here. Ya' never know who could be lurking in the shadows."

"Lurking in the shadows? She asked. "You mean like you?" After he first spoke, she looked back down at her food, not bothering to look up again. To be honest, she didn't want to be bothered. Maybe she should have just went back into the room and maybe she would be bothered like she was now." He didn't say anything, just grunted in response. As she thought he was going to leave, he placed his food and beer down on the table and swung his leg over the bench. He didn't bother looking at her, but rather had more interest in stuffing food in his mouth and taking large gulps of beer. "That's not very attractive, you know?"

Happy raised a brow, "Attractive? Like I could give a shit about that. Got bitches falling all over me whether i'm stuffing my face or not." He cocked his head to the side, "What's it to ya', anyway? Why ya' so worried about how I eat?"

"I'm not worried about the way you eat, I don't even know you." Vanessa said simply. She focused back on her food, making she to wipe her mouth after each bite.

Happy stabbed a fork into his steak and looked up at her again. "You got a prolem or somethin'? Never seen a' girl eat like ya'."

"Why are you worried about how I eat?" She asked, a smirk spreading across her face.