Sixth chapter everyone! I really hope you guys like it. Btw, it has come to my notice that the links on my profile linking to my Polyvore and Tumblr page don't work. So for everyone who's interested I decided to put them here! Polyvore username: mimsie, Tumblr fic page: heavyliesthecrown-fanfiction, Tumblr profile: mimsie95. For everyone who has some questions about my OC Christina, about her bond with Juice or Tristen Oswald in my story, please let me know on my fic page because I really like answering questions about them. If you want a character profile about Christina, it's on my Tumblr fic page. Is also contains a face claim so please check it out!
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It had been a very short night. Christina had returned to her new home in the middle of the night. She had gone to sleep for only a couple of hours before waking up again, showering, pulling on some clean clothes, gotten herself a cup of coffee and disappearing out the door again. She hadn't been able to enjoy her first night in her new home but she certainly was going to enjoy the second one.
While driving her car through the small town of Charming and towards the hospital again, Christina sipped her hot coffee and sang along with the song on the radio. It wasn't until she drove past the police station she stopped her singing. She slowed down her car when her eyes fell on a figure walking on the sidewalk in nothing but his combat boots and a grown up diaper. At first she didn't recognize the guy but that changed when her eyes fell on his mohawk.
'O… my god', she breathed before pulling over. Christina put her coffee in the cup holder before honking, picking up the man's attention. The rolled down the window as fast as she could but that wasn't so easy on a car from 1967. Juice had already walked over when Christina had finally been able to get the window down enough.
'I want to ask', she started. 'But I'm afraid I'm going to regret it, laugh and that you are going to feel embarrassed'.
'I can't feel more embarrassed than I already do', Juice answered in a heavy voice. It was just what he needed. Not only had he screwed up a club related job and woken up in front of the sheriff's station but now he was also seen by the incredibly beautiful princess of Samcro who was looking each day more like the woman of his dreams. Just looking at her right now almost brought tears to his eyes. She was wearing a skin tight jeans with a Rolling Stones band shirt on top. Her sunglasses were on her nose, low enough for her to look over them. Her hair was not styled at all. It looked messy like she had just tried taming it with her fingers but given up. She looked perfect to him.
She giggled before signaling with her head. 'Maybe I can make your day a little better?' she asked next.
'You already did', Juice commented. As cheeky as it sounded, it was almost as if she had asked for it.
Christina shook her head while trying not to laugh. 'I actually meant giving you a ride so you don't have to walk all the way to TM'.
'Are you heading over there?' he asked while opening the car door and stepping in, groaning when he felt the muscles in his back ache.
'No I'm not', Christina answered while speeding of, not holding in just because she was close to the sheriff's department. 'I was heading over to the hospital. Tristen might be able to go home today'.
'That's great news', Juice said, trying to sound as optimistic as he was but it was kinda hard with the pain in his back and head. 'She recovering fast?'
'She is', Christina smiled. 'They wanted to keep her longer yesterday because they weren't sure if she could handle all the mental stuff. Talked about PTSD and everything. But she seemed to do great this morning. Karen called and told me she had woken up and asked for me'.
'You seem really important to her', Juice stated. 'I saw that on the carnival as well'.
Christina just nodded before switching her eyes on him again. She could help the grin that appeared on her face. 'You screwed up, didn't you?' she asked.
Juice huffed before squeezing his eyes together. 'Yeah, I did', he groaned. 'I don't remember much but… I was busy doing the uhm… filling the bar up and I just fell asleep'.
'You just woke up?!' Christina asked in amazement.
'Yeah I think so', he answered sort of confused.
Christina couldn't hold it anymore. She broke down laughing. She tried not to lose her focus on the road but it wasn't that easy.
'It's not funny. The also duct-taped a pacifier to my mouth and stapled a sigh on my chest saying: "Slightly retarded child please adopt me"'.
'They stapled a sigh to your chest and you still didn't wake up? What did you take? Tig's pills?'
There was no answer from Juice. When Christina looked over at him, he had pushed his hands over her face giving her just the answer she needed. Christina started laughing once again. 'You took pills Tig gave to you? Man you trust those guys way too much, let me tell you'.
'He told me they were vitamins', Juice tried to excuse himself.
'When I was twelve and had a fever he tried to give me a mix of cognac and whiskey. He said it would help sweat it all out. Mom caught him before he could. Boy she slapped him all the way to tomorrow'.
'Ow god this is bad', Juice said with a sigh. 'How bad do you think it is?'
'I know them long enough to know they will only punish you once for something. After that they will laugh at you and then they move on. I think after having a sigh stapled to your chest, having a pacifier duct-taped to your mouth and being left in front of the sheriff's station in only a diaper and your shoes, they will only laugh at you and move on from there'.
'What about the walk of shame I had to do? There must be a reason for dropping me in front of the sheriff's station at the other side of town, right?'
'Ow there is, trust me. I'm just helping you skip that part. Trust me, if someone is getting an earful about that, it will be me'. Christina looked over at him, sending him a wink before looking back at the road and staying silent for the rest of the ride. Soon Christina turned her car into the Teller-Morrow lot, making heads turn or look up.
'Thanks for the ride', Juice said while trying to ignore the cat calls coming from the boys.
Christina shrugged it off. 'It's nothing', she said. 'Don't mention it'.
Juice just nodded his head before stepping out of the car. While he made his way into the clubhouse, he couldn't help but think about the pretty blonde that had been kind enough to give him a ride. He appreciated it. Everyone told him to watch his back with her because you would never see her coming. They had been right, sort of. Christina had come crashing down into Charming like lightning. Every moment he spend with her he felt kind of amazed by her action. She never failed to surprise him or brighten up his day, even just a little bit could make his day. He hoped there would be a lot of other moments to come.
Tristen and Christina were playing their sixth game of carts that morning. The younger girl was winning but Shelby let her win in order to keep the combativeness going. If Tristen was losing, she became a quitter and that was not something Christina wanted to deal with.
Tristen had been very talkative since the moment Christina walked in her room but she had been very silent since they started their next game. Her eyebrows were more furrowed and her lips were a straight line. It concerned Christina. Could she have gotten a recoil?
'What is it Trissie?' Christina then asked. 'Bad hand?' The blonde laughed but stopped when Tristen put down her carts.
'Can I ask you something?' Tristen asked. 'Something crazy perhaps?'
'There are no crazy questions. Why, what do you want to know?' Christina asked while putting down her own carts as well so the girl had her full attention.
Tristen didn't seem to find the right words. Every time she opened her mouth, there was no sound or words coming out so she would close it again quickly. After a couple of tries, she seemed to succeed. 'What does it feel like to be in love?' she asked.
Christina furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. 'Why do you want to know?' she asked.
'Well', Tristen started before playing with her fingers in a nervous way, 'there is this guy in my physics class and…' Tristen stopped talking but Christina didn't need any more words from her to know what was going on.
Christina smiled. 'So you like him', she ascertained.
Tristen just nodded. 'Christina, you know me and you are slightly older. I thought… perhaps you would know how it felt right?'
'Why would you think that?'
The younger girl smiled and a glimmer filled her eyes. 'When you were at fun town, you were with that guy. You know, the one with the weird hairdo and the tattoo's on his head'.
'Juice?' Christina asked in surprise even though she knew there would only one name tight to that description.
'Yeah I think that was his name. You told me and my parents he was your friend or is he really your… you know, boyfriend'.
'He is not my boyfriend Trissie', Christina scoffed in denial but felt her cheeks starting to burn.
'Well it really looked that way. I mean you both had those stuffed toys, you laughed together and seemed to have a great time together sharing a cotton candy. The two of you really looked like one of those lovey dovey couples. Aren't you in love with him?'
'It's not that simple Tristen', Christina told her. But now that she thought about it she could understand why Tristen thought about it that way. 'Being in love at my age is much more difficult than it is on your age'.
'What do you mean? I don't even know what being in love is or what it feels like'.
Christina moved the little moving table away so she could move closer to Tristen while telling her this. 'Being in love is… it's like really liking someone but you feel much more than that. You feel different with that person. You feel happy, nervous and sometimes you feel very shy. You feel your body becoming warm on the inside while you are just talking with that person. This person make you feel so much more, it makes you care about this someone like you could never imagine. Conversations mean something because for the two of you it is so easy to understand while for others it seems utterly complicated. There is a spark between you two which causes butterflies in your stomach. It feels a little tingly I guess. You get them while you think about this person, or talk to him or touch him. It's like an invisible attraction, like two magnets being pulled together. It's… magical'.
Tristen wrinkled her nose, thinking deeply about Christina's words. 'It sounds so… weird and complicated', she whispered. 'Is that how it feels for everyone?'
'Every person is different', Christina answered her. 'But that's how I feel when I am in love'.
'Is that how you feel about Juice?'
Christina thought about it. There was obviously something. There was no doubt in her mind she had felt it a couple of times since she had returned to Charming. One of these moments was when the two of them had stood over her car, just talking while he worked on her Mustang. That short moment the two of them had in the office, just flirting and smiling had felt so easy and simple. She had liked it. Standing with Juice in the kitchen after the dinner had gotten her those butterflies. He looked so handsome in his grey long sleeve and in the dimmed kitchen light. The carnival had been another one. Just sitting there with him on that bench, cotton candy between them and just talking and smiling like there wasn't a care in the world.
After about a minute in silent thoughts, Christina pulled herself back to reality. Her cheeks were flustered and quickly she looked at her hands nervously. 'I… don't know', Christina answered. 'Sometimes love has to grow. So… maybe I will eventually'.
'When do you know if you are in love?' Tristen asked next.
Christina smiled at her, grabbed one of her thin hands and gave it a little squeeze. 'Just wait', she whispered. 'Because when you are, you will know'.
Jackson walked out of the clubhouse and towards the garages, his eyes spotting Christina leaning against her car with Juice leaning next to her. Both were smiling while a joint was passed between them. Juice had his signature, dorky smile on his face, telling Christina something he couldn't hear because Jackson was too far away from them. Apparently it was funny because it made her smile.
Deciding he wanted to see what this was about, Jackson stopped and started leaning against the office wall while keeping an eye on his sister and club brother. The fun the two seemed to have got not only Jackson's attention. Soon, Tig, Clay and Gemma were standing next to him.
'That going on for a while?' Clay asked with a confused tone in his voice.
'No idea', Jackson answered while pulling out his cigarettes. 'I've clearly missed something'.
'Think it has been going on since Fun Town', Gemma said with a smile on her face. She couldn't deny she hoped Christina would end up with Juice. The two of them would be good together. Not only would Juice keep her here but he would also keep her smiling, could pull her back whenever she was in a bad mood. Gemma had seen Christina's face that morning. She thought it would have something to do with Tristen. Gemma knew the young girl was home now so this was when the real inner fight started happening, making Christina nervous obviously. Seeing her now, smiling with Juice and talking with a lot of hand signals, it told her Juice was good for her daughter.
Christina would be good for Juice because she was ground zero – down to earth. It was clear that the Rican could get lost in his mind sometimes. She had seen it happen a lot when Juice had just gotten to Charming. What ever happened to him in Queens - whatever it was that had driven him away from that place, it had followed him. Gemma knew her daughter well enough to know that she would be able to pull him back if it would ever happen again. Next to that, Juice was a rambler, kinda awkward even. Christina was straight forward, didn't like bullshit stories. Those two would balance each other out. The queen was convinced.
'I'm pretty sure it has been going on for a little longer', Tig said which pulled Gemma from her thoughts. 'That night we blew up that Mayan warehouse; I got out for some air when I spotted the two of them in one of the garage boxes. They were just talking and shit while Juice fixed up her Mustang but it seemed real cozy man'.
'Jesus Christ', Jax cursed under his breath. 'Why am I hearing this now?'
'Because it's none of your fucking business Jax!' his mother said, giving him a slap upside the head. 'Look at them', she said while pointing a finger at the two. 'She is a grown woman now! She may have been 18 when she left but she isn't 18 anymore. She is all grown up. You may still see her as a teenager but she isn't. She can take care of her own business, make her own decisions. It's her life. She makes the choices and nobody else'.
'Look, honey, I understand', Clay said while putting a hand on Gemma's shoulder to calm her down, 'but she is still Samcro's princess. We have to protect her from a broken heart. We protect our own'.
'You really think Juice wants to hurt her?' Gemma asked. 'Normally he is like an overgrown kid but he looks at her like she is the grand price, which she is and he knows that. I'm sure he'll respect her for who she is'.
'Yeah but the kid fucks up unintentionally', Tig said. 'You gotta admit Gemma that she can get hurt because sometimes the idiot has no idea what he is getting himself into. Christina is a hand full. He won't be able to handle her'.
'They are going to make it', Gemma said with a smile. 'I want nobody interfering with this shit. If you want to give the "if you hurt her I'll kill you" talk that's fine but let it continue. I have the feeling this is going to be an amazing story'.
'When did you become the romantic type?' Clay asked.
'I'm not. It's going to be a lot of shit too. You guys will have front row seats when she kicks his ass'.
'Can't wait', Tig grinned before walking away and getting on his bike. Clay exhaled before nodding towards his wife, telling her he would indeed stay out of it before walking away from the office. Gemma looked at Jackson next, seeing a grim expression on his face. 'Ow don't look like that Jax! She will be fine, trust me. Christina is good at making decisions. She loves you and you will always be her number one man'.
Jackson looked at his mother in amazement, all though he shouldn't be surprised at all. His mother could read him like an open book which sometimes scared him to death. He smiled at her but it seemed sad to Gemma. Jackson just kissed her cheek before continuing his way towards the garage boxes.
Later that day Christina saw her brother coming in the office while she was taking care of some paperwork. He had his bag over his shoulder, helmet in his hand and his sunglasses on.
'Where 'r you going?' she asked while he took the chair next to her.
'Bobby and I are going to visit Uncle Jury', he answered.
'Nevada?' Christina asked with fear in her voice. 'Isn't that area Mayan territory?'
'It is', Jax said in a calm voice, hoping it would calm her down as well. Clearly he wasn't successful.
His sister hit his arm, Jackson feeling the spot tingling and knew it was going to turn red. 'Are you out of your freaking mind? I know you have a certain edge you live on and everything but you are seriously jumping off of that cliff now mister!'
'Relax sis! We're going under the radar. We don't want to wave any color of flags. It's club business you know-'
'Yeah yeah, I have to keep out of it', Christina said with broke his sentence. 'But if you don't want me to voice my opinion than why do you come in here to tell me this bullshit?'
'I don't want you to worry', Jax answered before kissing her forehead.
'Too late. Now get out of here before I smack you again for making me worry'.
Jax smiled at her before standing up and walking to the door. He wanted to ask her about her and Juice but that would suggest he had seen something he probably wasn't supposed to see. So instead, he just said a quick "goodbye" and "love you sis" before walking out the door.
Christina got back to work for a little while longer until her phone rang and pulled her away from the papers once again. Picking it up from the desk and looking at the display, she saw Elliot Oswald's name. Knowing it would be about Tristen, she picked up.
'Good afternoon, Elliot', she greeted in her cheery voice. 'How are you doing?'
'I'm doing just fine, Christina', she heard Elliot answer. 'I am just… I have a little dilemma on my hands here'.
'Well, why don't you tell me and maybe I can help you', she suggested.
Elliot laughed in the phone. 'Actually I'm pretty sure you can help me. Karen and I have this benefit tonight all the way in Modesto. It's just an evening thing so we will be back very early tomorrow morning. Normally, Tristen would just stay at the house on her own. She can handle herself now if it's just an evening. But… the whole Fun Town thing still has her really shaken up. When we told her about the benefit this morning she freaked out and got a panic attack. When Karen and I calmed her down we asked her if she perhaps wanted to have a sleep over, stay with someone else so she would be safe. Your name sorta came up. Now, I really don't want to bother you or anything but I at least had to ask. Tristen she's-'
'Elliot, I don't mind', Christina interrupted him. 'It's not a bother at all. I will keep Tristen busy and safe. I promise'.
'Are you… sure?' Elliot asked. 'I can call my mother if it's inopportune. Tristen doesn't like her very much but it would better than staying at home alone for the night.
'No! Elliot no. She is more than welcome. By the way, it's still your house so it would be rude of me to say no. Now, I'm almost done with the paperwork for today. I'm sure if I tell my mother about the whole situation she won't mind if I take the day off tomorrow so I can stay with Tristen. I will keep your little girl safe Elliot. Is it okay if I pick her up when I'm off work so you won't have to make a trip to the garage?'
'That sounds perfect actually. I will tell Tristen you'll pick her up in about…?'
'I'll make sure I'll be there in an hour', Christina filled in is blank.
'Great, I'll see you then'.
As said, an hour later Christina pulled in the big driveway that belonged to the Oswald's ranch. Even before Christina had stepped out, the front door opened and Tristen emerged. Christina could make out Karen's faint voice calling after her but by the time the woman had come to the door, Tristen was already hugging Christina.
'I'm so existed!' Tristen said, her excitement showing in her eyes. 'I mean, I don't know what we are going to do but I'm sure it will be amazing. Spending time with you and everything like old times. You remember when you tried to make me soup but the can kinda exploded and we were cleaning the kitchen the rest of the night and order pizza after'.
'We are not repeating that', Christina said with a smile playing at her lips. 'Now, I already did groceries so we'll go straight home. I'm going to cook Italian for you because I know how much you love it. And since I stayed there for a while I thought I could let you taste my pasta because I know you'll love it. Then I'm gonna do your nails, we're going to bake cookies, brownies, cupcake's everything I've got it all. We're closing with a couple of nice chick flicks on my couch with our own baked sweets and popcorn. Does that sound like a nice plan?'
'It sounds like a nice night with my big sister', Tristen smiled.
Christina smiled back before hitting an arm over Tristen's shoulders and walking with her to the front door where Karen was watching them with a sharp eye.
'I see the plans are already made?' she asked.
Tristen nodded her head. 'Christina is going to cook for me, we're going to bake a lot and watch movies'.
'It's all indoors and safe Karen, like I promised', Christina continued.
Karen smiled and nodded her head in agreement before turning to Tristen. 'Why don't you grab your bag from upstairs so the two of you can leave?' the woman asked.
Tristen nodded before running back inside and up the stairs. When Karen was sure her daughter was out of earshot she looked back at Christina. 'I'm so glad you're doing this. I have no idea how to thank you, Christina'.
'Are you kidding? You don't have to thank me. Karen, you know how much I love babysitting her. Just now it's more like a sleepover'.
'She still wakes up a lot so keep your door open so she can see your still there when she gets up. Her pain medicine are in the bag so when the pain gets too much she can take two. Also, I wanted to ask a favor. Just because I worry about her Christina so please don't get mad at me?'
'Just tell me what it is. If it helps her, I would do anything'.
Karen exhaled and looked at her with pleading eyes. 'No Samcro please. I understand it's hard because they are a part of who you are but I don't want her in danger again'.
'Samcro is the safest place you can be', Christina corrected the lady before her. 'They protect those that are import to them with everything they got. But, I understand why you ask it I really do. No Samcro, I promise'. Christina didn't understand the worry Karen had in all honesty but she would respect it… for now.
Tristen emerged from the door once again, an overnight bag hanging over her shoulder and still that happy smile on her face.
'You ready?' Christina asked.
Tristen nodded before hugging and kisser her mother. When the girl had said goodbye to Karen, she hooked her arm through Christina's while they walked towards her car. When they set down and Christina was pulling out of the driveway, Tristen turned to her.
'Thank you for taking me', she whispered shyly. 'I really didn't want to go to my grandmother. She smells and keeps saying I don't act like a lady'.
'Babes, what are sisters for? You can misbehave with me all you want. I won't say a word to your mom and dad. I promise'.
Little sleepover with Tristen. What do you guys think that's gonna be like huh? Fun? Not so fun? Chaos? Next chapter: Sleepover time and unexpected visitation.