Text Message From A Stranger
Chibs typed on the phone, eyes squinting somewhat. He typed, “It’s done,” A simple text and hopped on his bike. He was about to start it when the familiar buzz and chime of his phone went off. He reached in his pocket, reading the ‘Who is this?’ with a confused face.
‘Jax,’ He typed, face contorted into an odd expression.
'Um no..?’ Chibs was officially confused and he pondered on whether or not to send another text.
Something urged him to reply, 'Ah I’m sorry. I’m Chibs.’ Why he told this stranger his name, he had no clue. He stared down at the screen for a moment before again shoving the phone in his pocket. He again felt the buzz, and reminded himself he had things to do as he hopped on his bike, it roared to life and he pulled away quickly.
You watched your phone in morbid curiosity as you texted the person, Chibs, back. “Hmm..” You mused, eyes tired. It was ,after all, three in the morning. Why someone was texting you, and why in the hell you texted back, was beyond you. You typed, 'I’m Y/N. Nice to meet you Chibs.’
You attentively watched your phone for the next few hours, something in you was worried about this mysterious person. When the person finally texted back, you honestly found yourself relieved that they were still alive.
'Hello Y/N.’ It was simple and some part of you wanted to lecture them on worrying you like that.
'Welcome back Chibs,’ you typed, though you wanted to say more.
'Thank you. It’s been a long day.’
It’d been a few weeks since Chibs had first messaged Y/N. You consumed his every moment that wasn’t given to the club. He really wanted to meet you, but now wasn’t the time. Everything with Zobelle and The League would put you in danger and he wouldn’t do that. He would not risk your life for his sake. No one knew about you anyone. He texted you, 'Hey Love.’
'Chibs!!“ You were unusually happy to receive a text from him today. You quickly replied again. 'You know Chibs, I still don’t know what you do!”
He stared at his phone and thought. He didn’t know whether or not to tell you the truth. 'I’m a mechanic. I’m also in a MC.’ He waited for reply.
'Wait! You ride a motorcycle AND you’re in a motorcycle club. Hot ;)’ He laughed softly, shaking his head. You certainly did have a way of cheering him up, whether he wanted to or not. He didn’t know what he had been worried about now.
He received a picture of you grinning widely, arms up, on a rollercoaster.
'Oh Yea! You were at a theme park today. Did you have fun love?’
'Yea, though I felt like I was being watched all day.’
'Why didn’t you tell me about that while you were there?’ He typed urgently, a worried expression plastered on his face.
'Well Chibs, its not unusual for me to feel like that. I’m an anxious person as you know and what were you gonna do? Come here and look at every person to see if they were watching me?’
He frowned, 'If you wanted me too..’
'Oh Chibs. You worry wart. I’m fine. I’m already home too.’ He sighed and ran a hand through his ragged hair and leaned back into The Clubhouse couch. You were right, he knew that, but he still was heavy with worry.
'You should be heading to bed. Early day tomorrow right?’
'True. Good night Chibs.’ He set his phone down convincing himself that tomorrow he’d set juice to looking into you so he could make sure you’d be safe.
So a HUGE thank you to @anarchyrenegade for this idea and helping me finish this. This will be a series!! I’ll be posting Part Two to this and and the next part to “A Blessing Or A Lesson" tomorrow.