So, it's been about a month and a half since my last post.

It was basically because I have not have the motivation, or the will to write really. Not only have I not had any inspiration to write, I haven't had any reviews? Can someone tell me why? I just feel like I'm really writing this story for anybody? Especially with how many favs and follows.

And to all those people that do review and tell me what you think and feel, i really do appreciate it. It really shows me that you are reading and liking it. SO please, REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW. What do you want to see?

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~

"Girl..." Happy said softly. "I ain't that prick, I ain't gonna hurt you."

Her eyes remained closed, tears falling from her eyes. Her breaths were short and quick, as if being choked, yet Happy's hand ceased to still be clasped around her throat. Yet she still was, by the memory of being in this exact situation every single day.

Antonio had said her smart mouth would get her in too much shit one day, he was right. Here she was, standing with the big tall biker that had given her too many warning, as if being generous. She knew just by the look of him, he would do some serious damage, and he did. Funny how the marks of Antonio's fingers how vanished, to be replaced by his.

"Open ya' eyes, Girl." He said in the closest thing to a soothing voice as he could get. "I just said I ain't gonna hurt ya'." He took a step back to give her some room, and rubbed his large ringed hands over his bald head. "Ya' gotta trust me Girl."

Vanessa opened her eyes and observed her surroundings. She sighed when she realized when he eyes landed on him. She wasn't sure why the sight of him comforted her. She guessed it was the sincere look on his face, and in that moment, she realized that he did trust him.

"I do." She whispered.

"Ya' do, what?" He asked. "Talk to me."

"I do trust you."

Happy nodded his head and pulled out a cigarette from its packaging. "That's good." He said as he patted around for his lighter. "Tell me about that. Why did ya' freeze up like that and assume I was him?" He took a long drag from his cigarette and puffed out the smoke. "Shit ain't healthy."

Vanessa shook her head, "It never happened before, so I couldn't tell you." She crossed her arms just below her breast, then realized she was still shirtless. She blushed at his smirked and picked up the shirt she had dropped previously. "So.. I uh want to apologize for those things I said. All this wouldn't have happened if it wasn't for me. I didn't mean to be a bitch."

"Stop callin' yourself a bitch, ain't true." He blew out more smoke, "Shit ain't attractive either."

She scoffed as she pulled the shirt over her head, "Why are you worried about whether or not I'm attractive? I don't remember it ever being your concern."

Bitch was really giving him attitude.. again. He respected that. "Just lookin' out for ya'. Actin' like that won't get ya' an Old Man." His straight face turned up to a half smile at her shocked impression.

"And if I don't want an 'Old Man'?" She challenged.

Happy shrugged, "Then ya' don't get any guy wantin' to get in ya' pants."

"And if I don't even want that?"

He smirked. "I call bullshit. What, you don't want to get that tight little pussy fucked every now and then? Or if it the guy prospect. Ya' prefer women, huh?" He let out a deep raspy chuckle. "Well, I'm sure the little girls that hang around here won't mind helpin' ya out. Just tell them ya' Juice's sister."

"Look Smiley-"

"Happy."

"My bad, Happy." She said, waving her hand and giving him a cheeky smile. "I would really appreciate if we would stop talking about my.. personal life. Last time I checked, you had no business being in it."

"Last time I checked, Girl." He said standing up and grounding out the cigarette bud in the ashtray on the beside table. "With that kiss ya' initiated, ya' wanted me there. So stop playin' coy, Girl."

"I'm not playing coy!" She hissed. "And that wasn't a kiss, remember? It was just me simply trying to give you a kiss on the cheek to thank you, and you moved to the side. So maybe it was you trying to include me in YOUR personal life." She nodded to herself and smiled, as if she made some major breakthrough."

"Believe me, Girl." Happy said as he pressed his body to hers, smirking when she placed her hands on his chest. "If I wanted ya', I'd have ya'. There ain't no doubt about it."

"And do you?" She asked. "Want me, that is?"

Happy glared down at her. How dare she ask that question? Did he want her? Yes, there was no doubt about it. But there was that roadblock that was Juice. He couldn't dare try to make a move on her when she was a brother's sister. Fuck, why was this shit so complicated? Why did she have to be connected like she was? Why couldn't she just be some hang around whore, and he could just have his way with her? But just like that, he realized. It was the fact that she was so off limits that made him want her so much more. Happy was all about danger, everyone knew. And this girl had danger written all over her.

"You don't know what ya' gettin' yourself into, Girl."

"Didn't what I was getting myself into with when I got with Antonio either. I think I'll be just fine."

"And how do ya' know that, Girl?"

Vanessa smiled, "You told me I gotta trust you. And like I said, I do."

They broke apart by a soft knock on the door. "Hap," Tig spoke as he walked in, a snickers bar in this hand. "We're heading out to the meet with Laroy. You comin', Brother?"

Happy nodded and walked out the door without a second look at Vanessa. Tig, following close behind him, smirked. "So what went on in there, Brother? Should I be worried. Actually, scratch that. Should Juicy be worried?"

"Nah Brother." Happy threw over his shoulder, "Ain't nothin' to worry about."

~Just A Fool~

The meet with Laroy and the Niners had been uneventful. He had stood there looking menacing and in the perfect position to keep an eye on Clay and his surroundings in case anything was to go down.

As he stood there perched against the tree, he couldn't helped but think back to the brown haired beauty back at the clubhouse. It wasn't knew to him though, his mind shifted to her every single day. And now as he sat at the bar drinking his third beer, he cursed her for having her hold on him. Happy downed the rest of the amber liquid and pushed off of the bar stool.

Before he knew it, he was standing in front of the dorm that occupied her. He knocked twice as he shifted his weight from side to side.

"Happy?" Vanessa asked as she opened the door to her dorm. "What are you doing here."

Happy wrapped his arm around her waist and pressed his lips against hers as he pushed her into the room and shut the door behind them.