The sun was beginning to set as you drove through Main Street, the cool nights air swirling around the car as you drove. You sung loudly as you drove, the radio on full blast and all the windows wound down, and you moved your hands to the music as you drove. After a long day at the diner you had finally finished and were headed over to Teller-Morrow to return Happys shirt. Your hair was tied loosely on top of your head in a messy bun, and you were wearing your red and white baseball jersey with your black denim shorts. The car slowed as you neared the lot and you pulled in slowly before parking to the side. A row of bikes caught your eye and you raised your eyebrows as you stepped out of your car. You quickly locked it and slid the keys into your pocket, Happys shirt clutched in your other hand. “Can I help you sweetheart?” You turned towards the voice and smiled warmly. A woman stood, confidence and power radiated from her as she leant on against the office door, a cigarette pressed between her lips. Large sunglasses covered her eyes and she lifted them to the top of her head as she watched you, her eyes scanning over you. “Uh Im looking for Happy?” You said, slightly nervously. She stared at you, her dark eyes studying your features as a smirk spread across her face. “Follow me.” She said and dropped her cigarette to the ground. She began walking towards a building, past the row of bikes and you walked beside her. “You gotta name, darlin?” She asked you, eyeing you from the corners of her eyes. “(Y/n). You?” “Gemma.” She said. “You new around here?” “Mm-hm. Moved here last week.” You answered. Gemma nodded and opened the door, letting you enter. You walked in, the smell of weed and whisky hit you instantly and you raised your eye brows slightly. Gemma laughed lightly next to you and swung her arm around your shoulder. “Welcome to SAMCRO, sweetheart.” She laughed.
You thanked Chucky as he passed you another beer and you glanced around the room for the hundredth time. Twenty minutes had passed and you still sat at the bar, next to Gemma. She had explained to you that Happy was in his dorm but would be out any minute now. You had met a couple of other members, Bobby and Chibs, and they both seemed lovely. They had been intrigued by you, so was Gemma. Not many girls came looking for Happy, and definitely not any girls like you. But they had all been welcoming and Bobby was in the middle of telling you a story when Happy walked out of the hallway. You saw him enter instantly and you watched as he walked into the room, his eyes looking down as he rubbed his head. Gemma stood and walked towards him, her hands on her hips and she stopped in front of him. “Youve got a visitor, Hap.” She said with a smirk and Happys eyes finally landed on you. His face was blank but he kissed Gemmas cheek before heading towards you. You smiled warmly as he approached, his eyes glancing over you as he moved. “Hey stranger.” You smiled brightly. Happy smirked and sunk onto the stool next to you. “We’ll head off,” Bobby winked and him and Chibs both headed outside. You waved goodbye and passed Happy his shirt. He lifted it in his large hands and sniffed it before frowning slightly. “Did you wash it?” He asked you. You nodded and smiled. “It smells like lavender.” Happy said and you laughed. “Whats the matter, Happy? Worried people wont be scared of you if you smell like lavender?” Happy grunted before speaking. “People are too scared to get close enough to smell me, little girl.” You laughed and lifted the beer to your mouth.
An hour had passed and you were still sat at the bar with Happy, a beer in both of your hands as you talked together. He didn’t talk much, but you didn’t mind cause you could talk enough for the both of you. You told him about yourself, and he watched you closely, his eyes hunting you like prey. Your voice was as smooth as silk as you spoke, your laugh filled the room and filled his body, spreading through him. He was hypnotised by you, by how you were so comfortable around him. “Sorry, I should probably shut up now.” You said and blushed lightly, realising you had been blabbering on for a while now. “You should never shut up.” He told you and your blush deepened as you felt his intense gaze on your face. The door opened and you looked up as loud laughter filled the room and a bunch of men walked in. “(Y/n)?” A voice called and you looked towards where the sound came from. Juice stood with his eye brows raised and a look of disbelief on his face. “Hey Juicy!” You grinned, the rest of the men looking between the two of you. Happy scowled slightly as he watched Juice smile back at you. “The fuck are you doing here?” Juice laughed and walked closer, grabbing a beer and sinking down on the stool next to you. The rest of the men moved closer and you laughed lightly. “I had to give Happy back his shirt.” You said and took a sip of your beer. Juice’s smile fell from his face and he glanced between you and Happy, his jaw clenching. “I see.” He said, trying to keep his voice casual while rage and jealousy filled his body. “I’ll see you later, (y/n).” Juice said and stood, leaving his beer on the bar and headed for the hallway that Happy had appeared from earlier. “You know Juice?” Happy asked you quietly. You looked at him, a smile on your face and nodded. “He’s my neighbour.” You explained and Happy nodded slowly. He introduced you to the rest of the club and you smiled widely at all of them. “Its nice to meet you all, but I should really be heading home.” You said and stood. “Want me to give you a ride?” Happy asked and you smiled warmly at him. “Im sure i can manage.” You smiled. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and squeezed his hand before walking to the door.
Juice stood under the stream of water, letting the heat burn into his skin and he closed his eyes. What were you doing with Happy? He thought to himself. And why did you have his shirt? It had been a while since Juice had even thought about the possibility of a relationship, but ever since he had met you it had been hard to keep the thought out of his head. The two of you had clicked instantly, and the second he heard you laugh he knew he was fucked. He had never met anyone like you, and he had been trying to build up the courage to ask you on a date. He had loved spending time with you, and when you had kissed him he thought that you felt the same. But after seeing you with Happy, his mind couldn’t stop spinning, and so he stood in the shower, hoping that the water would wash the thought of you out of his mind.
Happy lay on his bed in his dorm, staring at the ceiling as he held a joint between his lips. What was going on between you and Juice? He had no idea that you knew Juice, let alone lived next to him. And he had seen the way Juice looked at you and jealousy had burnt deep within him. Happy sighed, smoke filling the room. He had no right to be jealous over you. You weren’t his, not yet, hell, he hadn’t even kissed you yet. You barely knew each other, but happy couldn’t help but feel a connection with you and he could have sworn you felt the same. He never wanted an old lady, never wanted to be vulnerable. But you had floated into his life like a breath of fresh air, full of joy and laughter, full of hope and promises. Happy closed his eyes, the image of you filled his mind and he wondered if maybe it was time for him to settle down.
“Ice my wrists and I piss on bitches, you can suck my diznik if you take this jizzes, you don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses, yeah they know what this is, giving this the business.” You sung along loudly, Nicki Minajs ‘Stupid Hoe’ blasted through the speakers as you drove through Charming. You pulled into your carpark and killed the engine, still humming to yourself as you got out of the car and locked it. You continued to hum as you walked up the steps to your front door, unaware of the black van parked down the street, watching you as you entered your apartment. You opened the door and flicked the lightswitch. A scream escaped your lips as you stared at the figure standing in your lounge. Your heart raced and you breathed heavily as you stared at the intruder. “Abbey, what the fuck!” You yelled as you clutched a hand to your chest. The girl laughed lightly. “Nice to see you too, sis.”