Imagine: You help Lyla around at Red Woody Productions and you get to meet the club
Word count: 981
A/N: First imagine ever, hope you guys like it. English is not my native language, so mistakes might happen, sorry about that. But enjoy!
You walked into your house, walking straight to the couch and sat down. It has been a long and crazy day. You’ve got out of college last year and moved to Charming to find a job. And that’s exactly what you found today. At Red Woody Productions. But not in front of the camera. Just helping Lyla at producing, directing and editing, since that was what you’ve studied at college. But you never had in mind that you would end up in something like this, especially since you’re a very shy person. But Lyla and the rest of the girls were nice and you really could use the money so you took the job. Exhausted from everything you got up from the couch and walked towards the bedroom. You could really use some sleep since tomorrow would be your first work day.
The next day you locked your front door and walked to your motorcycle. Putting your helmet on, you sat on your bike, and took off. You loved to ride. Ever since you were young, your dad learned you all about it and just riding around made you remember those good times. Pulling into the parkinglot, you parked your bike. Taking a deep breath and you walked inside, convincing yourself that you will be good at this job.
It was around 2 o’clock, you were editing some clips when you heard a familiar sound outside. You looked up and heard a few bikes outside. “Ah, the guys are here.” Lyla said and walked towards the door to open it. She already explained that the local motor club owned this place and visited every now and then.
As you got back to work, you heard the guys coming in. “Who owns that bike that was parked outside?” you hear someone ask Lyla. He had an accent but you couldn’t quite figure out what accent.
“Oh it’s from the new girl here, she helps me with some directing and editing.” Lyla answered, pointing at you. You looked up and saw a bunch of men in black cuts. They looked quite dangerous but also very interesting. Your eyes landed on the man wearing a ‘president’ patch on his cut. He had grey ish hair, a scruffy beard and scars on both cheeks. He was definitely a lot older than you but he looked really handsome.
You stood up and walked towards him and the rest of the guys. “Hi, I’m Y/N.” you said, “Nice to see you guys.”
“Aye,” the man with the president patch responded, “Nice to meet you too, I’m Chibs.” You shook his hand and went on to meet the rest of the club.
It’s been a few weeks since you’ve met the MC. Some of them were dropping by at Red Woody every now and then. You’ve made sure to talk to them every time and got to know them pretty well. You soon learned that Chibs his accent was Scottish and he told you a lot about his life, and you told him about yourself too. You’ve become very good friends with him and talked to him about everything. One time he invited you to a Sons party and you loved it there. Until you saw some girl, Tig told you they were called croweaters, taking Chibs back to the dorms. You could feel some sadness flow through your body, realizing you’ve grown to like Chibs more than just friends. And ever since then you avoid him like the plague.
You knew that he would never fall for a girl like you. I mean, just even look at the age difference. You spend days at work just with him in your thoughts, not knowing what to do about it, when you suddenly bump into someone. You look up and you see Chibs. “Shit.” you whisper and try to walk away from him. He puts a hand on your shoulder and stops you. You sigh and look up to him, meeting his brown eyes.
“Why are you avoiding me, lass?” he asks.
You shrug “Just been very busy with work.” You respond and you walk away from him.
“Wait.” you hear him say. You turn around to him. “There’s another party tonight, you coming?”
“Sure.” You answer. He smiles and walks away.
You parked your bike and walked towards the clubhouse. Before walking inside, you adjust your clothes. You’re wearing a black tank top, tight leather skirt and black pumps. You take a deep breath and walk in, the smell of smoke and alcohol hitting you in the face. You smile, walk over to the bar, ordering a Jack and Coke before lighting a cigarette. You look around to search for familiar faces. You see everyone from the club, except for Chibs. You frown and take a sip from your drink. Suddenly two arms are around your waist.
“Guess who?” you recognized the Scottish accent and smile.
“Your accent gives it away, sorry Chibs.” You say. Turning around you see him smiling at you.
“I have to talk to you.” He says, pulling you towards the dorms. He opens one and you follow him. He closes the door behind you and looks at you. Slowly you’re getting worried.
“Lass,” he says, “I know you’ve been avoiding me and I spoke to Lyla about it.” You start to frown, not knowing what to think of this. He continued to speak. “She said she might knew why, and she told me, and I want to know if it’s true.”
You bite your lip. “Uhm, sure, what do you think is the reason?” you ask Chibs.
He takes a deep breath. “Do you like me?” He asks.
Immediately you look away. Slowly you nod. It is quiet for a while. Suddenly you feel arms around you and Chibs presses his lips onto yours. He pulls away.
“I like you too.” He says with a big smile.