AN: I don't own Sons Of Anarchy, only thing that is mine is my OCs. Longer AN at bottom.

Chapter 3:

Aven burnt the chicken. It wasn't too bad, but definitely a little bit more done than what it should be. Honestly, she didn't know what happened, she was standing at the stove stirring it around, and was thinking about Happy. About how tall he is, how handsome he is, how very manly. How she would very much like to lick all over his body.

Okay, yeah now I know why the chicken is done done.

Saving the chicken before it turned black, she put it in a bowl with the rice, and pepper, and put it in the oven to keep it warm. Everything was done, but before she called Happy to come over, she wanted to freshen up a bit. Running into her bathroom, Aven dialed her best friend while she fixed her hair.

"So, I kind of did something a little impulsive, and now I am freaking out!" Aven got out int a rush

"Well, hey to you too babe!" Her best friend Jenna's voice came out over the speaker.

"Sorry love. Hey, how are you doing beautiful?" Aven asked her.

"I'm good, just laying out by the pool, trying to read that new book you sent me." Came Jennas replay. Jenna was the complete opposite of Aven in looks. Where Aven was only a couple inches above five-foot, pale, with curly red hair, and freckles all over, Jenna was a full foot taller than her. She had long pin straight black hair, and was a golden goddess, with the fashion sense to be a runway model. And where Aven loved Charming, and wanted to live there forever, Jenna couldn't wait to get out once they turned eighteen. The girls had grown up together, they were next door neighbors since birth. And even though Jenna had moved to a city to be closer LA, they still talked almost every day, and would visit each other whenever they could.

"Oh, are you liking it so far? You know that author is having a really good couple years, the last three books she's put out have been..." Was all Aven had gotten out before Jenna interrupted her.

"Aven! Honey, I'm gonna stop you right there before you get going, didn't you say you was in crisis mode?"

Aven blew out a breath, still fluffing out her curls. "Yes, okay. So I uh, invited a man over for dinner. And not just any man, a Son." There was a silence on the other end of the phone, Aven picked it up to make sure the call wasn't disconnected, which it wasn't. "Jenna?"

"I'm still here, I'm just processing. Do you mean a Son Son? As in Sons of Anarchy Sons?"

"Yeess."

"Oh wow Aven! Go you baby girl!"

"Jenna!"

"What? You know I've always thought they was hot! Wait, it isn't Jackson right? Cause you know that boy is a man whore right? I mean that boy ain't ever gonna change his ways unless it little miss you know who, right?"

"NO! Not Jackson. His name is Happy Lowman, I don't think he's from here. I just recently started seeing him around here, when he started coming to get books from the library."

"Is he hot? He gots to be hot right? I mean it's like the law in that club, all the members have to be hot when they join in."

Laughing with her friend, Aven started to fix her makeup. "Yes, he's hot. He's a little taller than you, tattoos all over, I mean he gots one on the top of his head! Almost black eyes, and shoulders I would love to see my legs thrown over!"

Jennas loud laugh came over the phone, "So basically everything you love to fantasize about come to life huh? So whats the problem?"

"Oh my God, you don't even know!" Aven giggled. "He's like this silent, brooding kind too. But I get so nervous around him, and end up doing my rambling thing, and he just stares back at me. I mean honestly, I could probably count how many words he's said to me! I don't even know if he likes me, he could have just agreed to come over cause I think I might have guilted him into it cause he fixed my car for me, and I insisted on paying him back. And he called me chatty, in Spanish, he's Mexican, I think. Which is so fucking hot, cause now all I can think about is him whispering dirty hot Spanish in my ear while we go to pound town. But then again, he's silent most of the time, so who knows? And again, I invited a random man into my home Jenna!"

There was silence again once Aven vented all her feelings out. She was standing at the sink, staring at herself in the mirror, she was done with everything she needs to do. Dinner was in the oven, fresh baked cookies cooling on the counter, she had took a quick shower when she got home earlier and changed into a light pink high-waisted skirt, and a white short sleeved crop top, with fuzzy pink socks on.

Hope Happy doesn't mind taking his boots off when he comes in.

"Okay, what you are gonna do is take a deep breath for me babe." Jennas calm voice told her. "Okay babe, good. Now all this is, is dinner. You can just think of it as your paying him back, and then afterwards he can just go on his way. You don't have to fuck him, I mean unless you want to, and screw him if he's not into you. You are one hot piece of ass babe, with a brain that is just as awesome. And if you are worried about having a strange man over, ff you don't call me by ten o'clock tonight, I am going to send the cops out to your house. I got his name, so, Happy Lowman right? Okay, I will have the law on his ass so fast if one hair on your head is missing. Just breath babes. You are allowed to be interested in a man, I am so proud of you for making the first move. Just use tonight to feel him out, and as Mamaw always said, 'Trust your gut.' "

Nodding her head, even though Jenna couldn't see her, Aven picked her phone up from the counter, "Okay, yeah, you're right. Thanks babe, I just needed a sounding board. I'm gonna texted him now, before I freak out again."

"Good, you know I always got you. Now, when I call tonight I want all the details! I love you babe!"

"Love you too!"

Hanging up, Aven quickly pulled up Happys number, texting him her address, and that he could come over when he was ready. Not two minutes later, he replied back saying a simple 'OK'.

That don't really tell me when he's coming, but okay...

Trying to remain calm, and not work herself up again, Aven sat on her couch, and started to read her latest romance novel. She got about three chapters in when she heard a loud roaring engine pull into her driveway, she placed her bookmark, and stood pushing her hair back, and squaring her shoulders.

Two quick knocks on her front door propelled her forward, taking one last deep breath before she pulled her door opened to see Happy Lowman on her front porch.

"Hey, you made it here pretty fast." She smiled at him, opening the door a little wider for him to step through. "Uh would you mind taking your boots off? I'm sorry, I just don't like wearing shoes in the house. You know, tracking the outside all through inside. Dirt, and germs, and who knows what else." She stopped taking as Happy bent down and started unlacing his shoes.

Wow, the mental pictures of him on his knees for me!

"Thank you." Once he was upright again, she watched as he scanned the inside of her house. Her house wasn't all that big, just a modest one bedroom, one bath, with a open living room, and kitchen. It was just her here, so she didn't need that much space, and she'd rather spend her money on books, than be able to afford a bigger place. Which is why one wall in her living room was turned into a huge bookcase, and she still had books on a smaller on in her bedroom. "I uh know its not much, but it's mine, and it's home."

"S'fine." Happy stood next to her watching as she rocked back on her heels.

"Okay, well dinners in the oven, I didn't want it to get cold. I just got to get us some plates. So, uh, follow me?" Aven turned, walking around the kitchen island that separated it from the living room. She could feel Happy walking behind her.

Oh Lord, let me not crash and burn tonight.

AN: I updated the AN on the first chapter, but if you don't wanna read it, basically this story is set in season four after the guys get out of prison, and there are no letters from Jaxs dad in this story. Please comment, and let me know if you love, hate, or have any feedback!