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Timing is Everything

Originally posted by saralou23


Author’s Note: Hello and Welcome to the 4th Imagine for Music Monday #2, and my very first Jax Teller imagine, which is based on the song A Daydream Away by All Time Low as requested/suggested by my darling @justahopeless-dreamer. You did it again love, sent me in the direction of an amazing song! I hope you all enjoy, let me know! This imagine is rated T+ for mention of alcohol and mild language (all things considered) 


Timing is Everything

-XX-

I wish you could see your face right now
‘Cause you’re grinning like a fool
And we’re sitting on your kitchen floor
On a Tuesday afternoon
It doesn’t matter when we get back
To doing what we do
'Cause right now could last forever
Just as long as I’m with you

You’re just a daydream away
I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you
And I’ll keep you a daydream away
Just watch from a safe place
So I never have to lose

-XX-

The memory of his smile is vivid in her head as she sits tapping her pen to paper. Timing, is a bitch. It was after all the way their story has always gone. They circled each other in high school, but then he fell for Tara, and then when Tara left, they circled each other again only for him to end up with Wendy, and for her to be married all of two seconds, and just when they were winding their way back to one another, a Tara shaped wrench was thrown in their path.

She doesn’t hate Tara, in fact she likes her, for the most part, and she downright loved her when she was halfway across the country.

She groans dropping her head onto a stack of reports.

She has to get over whatever this is that she feels for Jax Teller. Nothing could ever come of it, and even if by some miracle Jax suddenly became free, he surely didn’t feel the same about her after all this time.

::

His head is a mess as he takes another long drink from the bottle, and when he drains it dry he rolls it away from him, letting it join the others. He should have known better than to get wrapped up in Tara, but he couldn’t help it, she stirred something in him akin to nostalgia he supposed, but she’s gone away, again, and he wonders what he’s supposed to do now.

“Jax?” a soft voice calls out to him and squinting through the smoke that lingers like a curtain in front of him he sees Laycie step into the kitchen. Her hair is bundled on top of her head, a black oversized hoodie hanging to her knees and tilting his head he smiles drunkenly at her.

“Lace…what are you doing here?” Jax asks and when she sets her purse on his table she laughs holding out a brown paper bag to him.

“You called and left a message requesting that I bring the shittiest bottle of tequila that I could find so we could drink away our woes on your kitchen floor,” she says and without hesitation she opens the bottle and settles across from him. She takes the first drink, wincing as she swallows it down before passing it to him. He studies her as she takes the cigarette from between his fingers and takes a drag.

He could always count on her to show up. For everything. As much of a constant as SAMCRO is in his life, Laycie’s just as reliable.

“I’m assuming you heard that Tara left…” he says after taking a long swig, before they play pass the bottle and cigarette again and nodding she takes another healthy drink.

“I’m really sorry Jax,” she says sympathetically, her hand coming to rest on his and because he craves the connects he turns his palm up wrapping his fingers around her.

“You’re always here Lace…why are you so good to me?” he asks his head dropping to the side as he studies her through a drunken haze. He always knew she was beautiful, fancied himself half in love with her before hooking up with Tara for the first time back in the day, but today as she sits in front of him, swimming in a sweater he’s almost certain he left at her house once that she refused to return, he realizes just how beautiful she is.

“What kind of question is that Jackson?” she demands putting the cigarette out before it manages to burn down to his fingers. “You’re my best friend…where else would I be?” He smiles knowingly but as the darkness starts edging in around the corners of his vision he swears that there are tears in her eyes.

-XX-

We would go out on the weekend
To escape our busy lives
And we’d laugh at all the douche-bag guys
Chasing down their desperate wives
I would drink a little too much
You’d offer me a ride
And I would offer you a t-shirt
And you would stay another night

But you’re just a daydream away
I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you
And I’ll keep you a daydream away
Just watch from a safe place
So I never have to lose

-XX-

He pushes through the crowd in the club, eyes searching her out, and with a smile he finds her in the middle of the dance floor hands raised to push at her hair and before she can put them down again he grabs one pulling her against him.

“Jackson!” Laycie’s voice is full of excitement when she realizes it’s him, and then she throws her arms around his neck, pressing a kiss to his lips. He’s caught by surprise, and just when he’s thinking of returning it she pulls away with a giggle. “What are you doing here?”

“You called me, asked for a ride home,” he says with a laugh and then he sees the memory click in her eyes.

“I did didn’t I? Okay, well then I guess we’d better go,” she says and taking his hand she leads him outside. She lets go of his hand as she walks towards his bike but he snags her by the elbow.

“Where do you think you’re going sweetheart?” he asks and when he follows his gaze he laughs shaking his head. “I don’t think so darlin,’ you are too drunk, can’t have you falling off and breaking that pretty little ass of yours. Give me your keys.”

Laycie dissolves into a fit of giggles as she fishes for the keys in her clutch purse, and when at last she pulls them free she holds them up so they dangle in his face.

“You said I have a pretty ass,” she laughs and his smile is crooked when he takes the keys from her hand.

“It is a very pretty ass Lace,” he says helping her into the passenger seat of her car, and once he’s managed to get her seatbelt on her he presses a kiss to her forehead, “nothing about you that isn’t pretty darlin.’”

::

She’s vaguely aware that the only thing keeping her up on her feet is Jax pinning her between his body and the wall as he fights the key into the lock, and once he manages to slide the deadbolt open he pushes the door open and sweeps her up in his arms carrying her inside, and kicking the door shut behind him, he settles her gently onto the couch.

She sways forward and luckily he’s there to catch her, pushing her back so she doesn’t face plant onto the coffee table.

“I’m going to get you some water okay, just, stay put,” Jax says before he saunters into the kitchen and because she’s never one to listen she takes a few steady breaths before getting to her feet. She stumbles once, then twice managing to right herself just as he’s coming out of the kitchen.

“I told you to stay put,” he laughs, holding the water out to her, but she shakes her head.

“Need to change,” she says and without thinking anything of it she sweeps the clingy black dress up and over her head dropping it onto the floor and she swears his eyes widen, if just momentarily. “Like something you see Teller?”

“Maybe,” he responds licking his lips but she laughs turning to walk down the hall, and after a few minutes she re-emerges clad in shorts and a t-shirt, and then she bundling up on the couch, kicking her legs over his as she takes careful sips from her water.

“What were you drinking away tonight Lace?” Jax asks after a while and laying her head on the back of the couch she stares at him, the comfort of being drunken rapidly disappearing.

-XX-

We never stood a chance out there
Shooting love in real-time
So we’ll take it over ice tonight
With a little salt
And a little lime

You’re just a daydream away
I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you
And I’ll keep you a daydream away
Just watch from a safe place
So I never have to lose

-XX-

“Unrequited love,” the words are soft as she drains the rest of the glass, and when the hand that was stroking her leg stills, she knows that he’s put it together. “It’s okay Jax, some things are just not meant to be.”

“Lace…” he starts to talk but she puts her hand over his mouth, eyes pleading with his.

“Just let it go Jackson, we never stood a chance, it’s just going to take a little time is all,” she says pulling her hand from his mouth, and catching it in his he gives a light squeeze.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.

“Me too.”

-XX-

You’re just a daydream away
I wouldn’t know what to say if I had you

-XX-