The Anarchy Princess

8. "July"

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Earlier:
(July p.o.v)
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I got off the plane and stood next to Kyler, taking in the California air. I smiled brightly as I heard the waves of engines lighting up a pathway to us. "Come on Ky. they won't bite." I turned back to him. "Too hard." I smirked. He then visibly swallowed. "Right." He coughed nervously. I ran up and embraced Jax first, breathing in his musty cologne scent, that I missed dearly. "It's great to see you too little sis." Jax had inhaled and mumbled into my hair. "Ok ok, give her here." Tig said as he smiled when I embraced him. "Hey uncle tig" I smiled. "How ya doin kid" he said as he hugged me. "Happy!" I yelled as I jumped onto his back, he had started to spin us around trying to get to me. I hooked my leg firmly around his torso and spun myself so I was hugging him from the front. "Ah, there's my girl." He laughed as he hugged me tighter. "You know it." I said as I climbed off him and side hugged juice, opie, chibs, and half sac. "You brought the whole crew huh?" I turned to Jax, who just laughed. "Nah kid, that was all you." He smirked. "Once I said I was grabbing you two up from the tarmac everyone decided to escort." He laughed as he looked around at the guys. I shook my head, laughing as well. "You ready?" Juice asked as he handed me a purple helmet. "What?! You brought my bike?!" I asked in shock. "Uh duh, how else would you get back home." Jax asked as we laughed. "Hey, can you give Ky a ride?" I asked juice as he smiled over at the new civilian. "Come on man, we can trail behind these hellions." Juice said and I was grateful to have him. Kyler had been loading the van as we got settled in. Jax motioned for me to pull up beside him. I smiled through my helmet. I nodded as we were set to go. The longing freedom I felt was indescribable. I was restored in one ride. And I'd be out here for another week. Not known to anyone else currently here. My 1967 Chevrolet Camaro was sitting beautifully in the driveway, or so I hoped. My face had turned to disappointment to see none other than a 1967 chevy impala sitting in it's place. My anger was clear. I stormed into the house. Jax was the first to trail behind me walking inside. "She noticed!" He had then called out to my mom, who was somewhere in here. "Noticed what? Oh hi honey." She said as she walked past me to put down the turkey platter she had been carrying. "Ma." I asked, the fire was ripping through my veins. "Where's my car?!" I asked. "In the garage." She replied. "Why!" I yelled out. "Calm down. We needed the space, do you see all the bikes outside?" She asked with attitude. "You should've told me you were gonna move it!" I yelled. "I didn't move it. Jax did. The only other person you let touch your precious car." She sneered out. I sat down with a huff, I dug myself into happy, as he wrapped an arm around me. "Let me get through this dinner." I groaned as he laughed at my horrible situation. I kept glancing at Dean. He looks great.