Hello my beautiful readers!

I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating as much as I said I would. It's just that school has really been kicking my ass and the past two days I've been sick with a cold and had a fever. Trust me, if I could have, I would have been writing.. but my mom has had me on bed rest :/ BUT... she's at work! But I'm sure she'll be returning very soon which is why this is so short.

With that being said..

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!

~Just A Fool~

After her somewhat silent dinner with Happy, Vanessa had thrown all her trash away and began walking back to the dorm room for much needed sleep.

The party inside the clubhouse had died down much more than outside. Most of the occupants had left the stuffy clubhouse for the fresh air and numerous rounds of fights in the ring outside. In their trail, so much trash covered the ground, the floor could barely be seen. Vanessa turned her nose up and continued back towards the dorms.

"Hey sista'!" Juice shouted as she opened the door. Infront of him was a somewhat blonde sweetbutt on her knees. "I was just wonderin' where ya' went! You havin' fun?"

"Yeah, sure." She said as she turned her head away, not wanting to watch the woman bobbing her head. "Do you guys think you could take this somewhere else? I'm really tired." She watched as her brother nodded his head, as pulled the woman up by her arms. "Ya' get a good night sleep! A'aight!"

When she was finally alone, she brought her knees to her chest and hugged them. To be honest, she missed living with Antonio. It wasn't him she missed, just the home. The house she tried so hard to make a home. And it was. Just when he wasn't there. She missed the times when she didn't piss him off and he gave her a large amount of money to go and spend on whatever she pleased... as long as it suited him. And most of the time it did. She'd come back from a day of shopping with furniture she was sure he'd liked. He always did.

But now here she was, sitting in her brother's dorm room in a clubhouse. This room was so bare she couldn't bare it. It's only occupants being the large bed she now sat on and a drawer. That was it, plain and simple. She realized, though, that it was a man's room. They didn't need much. Somewhere to lay, and somewhere to place their clothes.

Vanessa realized she couldn't stay here forever. Living off of a bunch of generous bikers? No, she couldn't possibly. They've already done enough by letting her stay just one night. And how long was she planning to stay anyway? Pfft, not very long.

~Just A Fool~

Vanessa awoke to a soft knock on the door the next morning.

She rushed out of bed, pulling her long shirt down over her short shorts, she didn't want to keep whomever waiting for very long.

Standing in the doorway was the two women from last night. Vanessa plastered on her best smile and gave a small wave. "Goodmorning."

Gemma raised a perfect eyebrow and pushed her bangs away from her eyes, obviously to get a better look at the outsider. "Morning. Tara," she said gesturing to the other woman standing beside her who gave a small smile and wave. "and I thought you might want to go out and get something to eat. You wouldn't get anything satisfying to eat here anyway." She pursed her lips, eyeing her up and down. "Also, it might be there perfect way to get to know Juicy's sister since we didn't get very much words in last night." Gemma turned to walk down the hall, "Be ready in twenty."

Vanessa nodded, but realized that Gemma couldn't see the head gesture. She smiled once again at Tara, who hadn't said one word, and closed the door softly. She didn't know what to make of the invite. Where they just trying to be nice? Or were they just trying to see what her true intentions were in being here. Oh god, she thought. What if they questioned her about her past because they didn't believe in what Juice had told Clay and the others? If that was what today was going to be about, then it was surely going to suck.

Vanessa hoped being ready in fifteen minutes would somehow impress Gemma, but knew that was silly. She groaned as she walked out into the main room of the clubhouse, which was so much worse than last night. Most of the club members that she met last night were passed out along the clubhouse, including her brother, who was laying on the pool table with the same sweetbutt from last night.

Out in the main lot, Teller Morrow Automotive was already opened and loaded with business. As she scanned the lot looking for Gemma, she caught Happy's gaze. He nodded at her and got back to work on the SUV. She smiled to herself but jumped when she felt a hand on her back. "You two friends or something?" Gemma asked.

"Oh no, we just met last night." Vanessa said nonchalantly. "I'm pretty sure you know he's not a man of many words, I guess."

Gemma nodded once and pushed her towards her Cadillac Escalade. "That you're right, but when he nods, it means something."

~Just A Fool~

"So what do you do, Vanessa?" Tara asked as took a sip of her coffee.

Tara was the kind of woman that Vanessa had always liked. From what she had seen so far, Tara was very nice. She didn't seem to have a problem with the fact that Vanessa just popped up out of the blue one day like Gemma did. She was so much more open minded. "I don't have a job." Vanessa said as she stirred her own coffee. "I never needed one in my past relationship. He took care of me."

Gemma rolled her eyes, "So you're telling me that he didn't wouldn't let you have a job or you didn't want one." She held up her hand as Vanessa tried to speak again. "You think life just comes that easy? That he'll pay for everything? I guess he did then. What are you going to do now that you're not together anymore? I'm sure that you're not going to depend on Juice like you did him, are you?"

Vanessa laughed nervously. Maybe Gemma and Tara didn't know the whole story about her last relationship, did they? So she just smiled as politely as she could, just like Antonio taught her, and spoke slowly. "No... I'm very grateful for what my brother and you generous people are doing for me, but I'm not planning on depending on Juice anymore than I need to." She took in a deep breath. "I just wasn't allowed to have a job that would 'give me too much freedom.' Or maybe that I would 'feel like I was owed something.' Does that answer your question?"

Tara smiled against her coffee mug, finally glad that someone knocked Gemma down a peg. "Would you be interested in getting a job, Vanessa? I could asked someone at the hospital if there's anything you could do. It may not be much, but you could at least have some money to get a place of your own, I know that the clubhouse isn't really suitable for women."

"As nice as that offer is, Tara. I think it would be better if I could get a job on my own."

Gemma sat back watching their conversation. Her mission to find out why this outsider was here was complete. She realized that Vanessa was nothing more than a damaged girl who really needed someone to steer her back in the right direction and give her the love that she was denied. She was no threat to the club, not even close. But then again, what was this relationship that she had with Happy? He'd barely bothered to nod at Gemma some days. He'd barely met Vanessa and he was already going out of his way to nod at her. Something had to be going on, and she was going to find out.