𝐃𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐒, jax teller

𝒐𝒏𝒆, home sweet home

❛ Jesus, ain't you hot as ever? ❜

chapter one.

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CHARMING is a god-awful town, always has been since Scarlett Miller was a little girl. That's one of the main reasons she left when she turned twenty one, among many many other convoluted reasons. The small town in California brings nothing but shit to those who call it home, especially people associated with the club. Sadly, Scarlett had the misfortune of being born into the hands of a club member.

She never wanted to return. It was at the very top of her never to do list. Unfortunately, when Jamie Miller got himself a year in jail in San Francisco by being a stupid young adult, she felt drawn back to Charming to see her best friend again after eight years. It's only ever been her and her brother in San Francisco, and now that he's doing time, she wanted to see her closest friend once more to feel less lonely. It was a stupid decision, and she knows one day she will regret ever stepping a foot into Charming again.

In fact, she's already regretting it as she walks around the quiet town centre, clutching her backpack strap tightly while peering into the old shops she used to steal from. A strange sense of nostalgia washes over her, and she wants to curl into a ball and forget the first twenty one years of her life.

After her four hour bus journey from San Francisco, she had agreed to meet Camille Jones in the town centre, and after an hour of waiting she finally arrived in her truck, pulling up to the curb and smiling happily through the windscreen as Scarlett jogged over, her face beaming.

As soon as she throws the passenger side door open and jumps into the seat, Camille's already rattling off questions and angry statements, clearly still not happy about her best friend's departure eight years previous. Scarlett let's out a laugh, shrugging her backpack off and throwing it to her feet before pulling her seatbelt across her body.

"Will you shut up?" She chuckles, finally looking over at a grown up Camille Jones, "Jesus, ain't you hot as ever?"

Camille winks, twisting the keys in the ignition again to restart the truck, "Being in the porn biz does that."

Scarlett's mouth drops open slightly at the information, "Shit, really? You doing that girl on girl stuff?"

"Mhm," Camille nods enthusiastically, starting the journey back to her house, "Luke isn't too happy about it all, though. Oh, Luke, don't even get me started on Luke at the moment. I could literally strangle him."

"Luke Caddal? The dude you dated through high school? That Luke?" Scarlett raises her eyebrows in questioning, excitement surging through her veins.

"Yeah," Her friend taps her fingers on the steering wheel happily, indicating she is just as overwhelmed with excitement as her best friend, "He's a Son now, you know? Riding around with that pretty ex boyfriend of yours. He saved Clay's life a while back, and that's why he keeps dismissing that stupid rule book," She throws her head back for a split second, "Ugh. We have so much fucking stuff to talk about."

The two best friends spent the whole journey to Camille's home talking and informing one another how the past eight years has been for themselves. Scarlett spoke briefly about Jamie and his predicament, but Camille made sure not to mention Jax's ex wife or his premature son, feeling that information might send Scarlett into cardiac arrest.

Even as the pair rushed into her house, they never stopped talking like they were both in some stupid girly disney show. A house tour wasn't necessary, as seen the building has been in the Jones' family for a very long time, and Scarlett and Camille would spend their time having sleepovers and throwing parties there. On the sofa, Luke had heard the two women enter, but from the happy tone in his girlfriend's voice, he chose to remain quiet and leave them to it as they both made their way up stairs to Scarlett's new room.

"So," Scarlett sighs, dropping back onto the squeaky single bed tucked into her new room, "How is everyone else?"

Camille purses her lips, lowering herself down onto the chair beside the vanity desk, "Well. . . well, you're definitely not anyone's favourite anymore and your name is practically illegal near the club. Chibs still asks me about you, though. But everyone else. . ."

"Hates me," Scarlett grumbles, staring up at the peeling ceiling.

"Hate is a strong word," Camille sighs, "But, yeah. Jax has convinced them all that you're a horrid person, but I don't think many of them actually believe him," Biting her lip over whether or not to bring up the dreaded subject, she squeezes her eyes shut, "Jax took you leaving very badly, like I'm fairly sure he fell into a depressive episode. Gemma didn't let me or Luke see him, claimed because we were associated with you that we'd only make him worse."

Scarlett's eyes grow wide, and she pushes herself up slightly to look over at Camille in shock, but before she can say anything, her best friend continues.

"He seems fine now, though," Camille rushes, trying to wave the shock from Scarlett's face, "I mean, he has a kid! That's. . . that's, uh, good for him."

"A child?" Scarlett practically shouts, face screwed up in confusion, "He managed to have a kid?"

Camille nods slowly, her hand scratching at her other arm anxiously, "And he was married, past tense. He really tried the whole family thing, didn't really work out as seen as Wendy's a junkie, but hay-ho."

Laughing, Scarlett falls back into the mattress once more, shaking her head in disbelief, "Wendy Case?"

"That's the one," Camille hums, silently praying that the information she just relayed won't get anyone killed.

"Wow," Scarlett smirks, sitting up once more and swinging her legs over the side of the bed, "Good for them, I suppose. How old is the kid?"

Crossing her legs, Camille replies, "A few weeks premature, not sure exactly. Wendy had an overdose and they had to do an emergency c-section. Pretty sure his name is Abel, or some fancy shit like that. He was born with heart problems. Luke, and the rest of the Sons, get updated by Jax every few days."

Scarlett's head tilts in concern, "Holy fuck. Is Wendy okay? That shit sounds horrible."

Camille shrugs, rubbing her palms along her bare legs before raising from her seat and stepping towards the door, "Don't worry about any of that, okay? You said over the phone you weren't planning on talking to Jax until the time is right. So, forget about it for now. Let's go get some food as seen as you've dropped off your singular bag," She motions towards the half empty rucksacks laid on the bed.

"I'm planning on going shopping tomorrow, okay?" Scarlett mutters, ushering her friend down the stairs.

Camille chuckles quietly and rolls her eyes but doesn't bother saying anything else before nudging the door open and letting Scarlett step outside. Luke leans against the living room frame in front of his girlfriend, sending her a small wave with she replies with a happy smile, causing the same expression to spread across his face before she closes the front door behind her.

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authors note.
short and slow first chap