Chapter 3
"Hello?" I let out the breath I'd been holding. I didn't think he'd answer.
"Hey Juice. It's Liv. I was wondering if you'd come over and help me out? I've got these pictures to hang and they're huge. That is, if you're not busy. I mean, I'm sure you've got club business. Which is totally fine. Ya know what, I'll just call Half Sack, I'm sorry I bothered you." I finally shut my mouth, embarrassed at my rambling.
"It's fine, I'm just finishing up some stuff. Be over in twenty." I smiled in relief.
"Great. I'll leave the door unlocked."
""Ya know in light of recent events, it's probably not very smart to leave your door unlocked," Juice gave me a pointed look as he walked into the house.
"I'm sure it isn't. But Juice, you're forgetting one important fact. I'm Gemma's daughter." I smirked as I opened the drawer of the stand in the hallway, "A loaded gun is always close by."
"God you are some scary fucking ladies in this family." His eyes were a mile wide.
I giggled at him. "Don't be scared, I won't shoot you. Promise." He seemed to relax. "Now come on, we need to get to work. Pictures aren't gonna put themselves up." We laughed and joked around while he helped me. I learned he was from Queens and started to notice the accent that was prominent on certain words. He wanted to know what it was like to grow up with the Sons. "It was definitely different. Not really your typical childhood."
"Different in a good or bad way?"
I thought about that one for a minute. "Both! I always felt so protected. The guys were like Gods in my mind. They'd tell me all these stories about all the cool shit they did."
"They told a five year old about runs?" He was clearly shocked.
"Oh God no, my mom would've skinned them alive. She wanted to keep me as innocent as possible." I rolled my eyes at that one. If she knew what I'd done in Nashville. "They told me these adventurous fairytale versions. Chibs was particularly good at telling them. That and I always loved his accent. It's always sounded so melodic to me. It would put me right to sleep."
He snorted. "I wish I found his voice melodic I can't understand what the hell he's saying half the time."
"Aw, Juice! It's not that hard! You get used to it." I paused for a second. "The protection had its downsides though. I couldn't get a damn date without the poor guy getting questioned by everyone. That's one of the main reasons I left for college. I wanted to live freely. I wanted to go out and not have an escort or feel like I was being watched." I stopped again, a half smile on my face. "I'm sorry. I don't know why I'm telling you all this. I'm probably boring you to death."
"No no, it's fine. I like hearing you talk. It's been so long since I've gotten to have an actual conversation with a girl. Or at least one that wasn't them trying to figure out how drunk I'd have to be to sleep with them."
"Oh the joys of club life!"
"Yeah, tell me about it. I wanna hear more about you, though. What did you go to school for?"
"Writing. I write a bunch of different pieces; short stories, poems, nonsense stuff. Nashville was great inspiration. Me and my friend Ally would go to these blues bars and just people watch. We'd create so many random stories about these strangers' lives. It was so much fun."
Juice P.O.V.
I knew as soon as her eyes lit up that I'd asked the perfect question. She was a mystery to me, and I wanted to know everything about her. Her family was so club oriented, that it seemed weird they'd let their baby go off to college on her own, far from SAMCRO territory. She was the individual out of all of them. Yes, she had some of the qualities as Gemma and Clay, but there was a sweetness to her.
"Juice? Juice!" I looked at her, realizing I must have spaced out while she was talking. Judging by the smirk on her face, she realized it, too.
"I'm sorry. What did you say?" This time I listened to every word she said. Olivia Morrow was definitely the rainbow in the black clouds that sometimes was her family.