LOLITA | JUICE.ORTIZ

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notes from BoggieSpooky!

"if she hasn't given you her name then she's got a good head on her"

It was a hot summer day, the weather was at its highest peak no cloud in the sky just the sun in full display. it didn't help that the fact juice was wearing a long sleeve under his cut and baggy jeans, his head started to ache by the time he reached the diner. To say he had a long night was an understatement jax had kept him up with shot after shot to celebrate the long weekend with no protest juice didn't feel sorry for himself he did this to him aswell. Once he arrived he took his helmet off and stared into the diner, still sitting on his bike. He has been coming here for the past 4 months, 4 times a week yet he didn't get sick of the place not like he was here for the food the food was pretty shit he was here for her and her only.

There she was. Just seeing her brought a smile to his face. Her long dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail and fallen strands framed her face, her smile was bright as she talked to a customer , her cheeks had a rose tint to them and once her eyes meet his green clashed with honey, she slowly shook her head at the man and tucked her hair behind her ear quickly looking away. Seeing how flustered she got by seeing him gave him a bit of courage as he hopped of his bike. The door bell rang as he entered the diner. The customers looked at him with wary eyes but she looked at him as if she saw him and not the cut on his backside.

"Hey mamas, the usual please" juice took his usual seat as well on the counter. Making sure not to break eye contact.

"How many times have I told you, the cheese here is expired and our toaster machine is ageing with rust. And yet you still wanna risk it just to see me bend over?" Franky said as she tucked her towel into her apron, she crossed her arms as the man stared at her tits.

"I'll risk anything just to see you bend over" Franky rolled her eyes at the man. She had many customers do the exact same thing yet he was the only one to give her butterflies when doing it. She turned around but this time instead of bending over she squatted and pulled out the cheeses causing the man to groan "come on mamas, I won't be coming back till next week you know this" Franky laughed at him. Her laugh sent a ring to his ears he loved her laugh and he knew no matter how many times he heard it he could never get use to the feeling it gave him.

Franky parented to accidentally drop her towel she looked back to the man innocently she quietly whispered "oops" this caused the man the grin like the Cheshire Cat. Franky bent down slowly to retrieve her towel dragging her hand along her exposed skin, eying him as she did so.

"You don't know what that does to me" juice wiggled in his seat like a little kid and there it was again it sounded like bells when she laughed and he loved it.

"Juice?" She asked him. The man couldn't help but laugh how ironic that she doesn't know his name yet says it every time he's there. "Orange please" he doesn't know why they don't give each other their names but it made everything more fun for him.

She poured his drink into a tall glass for him giving him more than she was suppose to and made her way back over. "you know you still haven't told me your name yet" she asked him. He looks Mexican maybe puerto rican?  so maybe a Spanish name?

"You act like you haven't given me your name"

"It might scare you away" It would scare him away, Boogie was man of wrath if he found out his sister was talking to a sons especially the way they talk, she didn't know if the next time she saw the man he would be missing an eye or tongue or even his head she didn't want to risk that.

"you run with the mayans ?" His eyes racked up and down her, she didn't look like one of them. Hopefully his eyes ain't deceiving him.

"Far from it" she let out a little giggle.

"Then there ain't nothing to be scared of" he shrugged his shoulders flashing her a toothy smile. Franky rolled her eyes at the man and walked off to finish her closing duties. After awhile he just sat there watching her carry on with her work, he knew it was creepy but he also knew she didn't mind. He didn't know how long he sat there for he just knew that his ass started to grow numb. When she finished up wiping down the tables she made her way towards him. He didn't say anything so she spoke "It's my last shift"

Juices eyebrows knitted together  "What? you serious?" he didn't know what to think.

"Yea, this place ain't paying me enough, You gonna be sad?" She hid her face away from him, she liked him a lot but maybe not a lot to stay here on minimum wage with fuck all tips.

"No why would I" he puffed out looking to the side, acting like a big kid, she let out another laugh. God was he something. she'd never meet anyone quite like him.

"Don't be a big baby, say your gonna miss me" just as she said that a customer walked through the doors. She flashed a big smile at the woman and quickly made her away over to the till abandoning juice with his thoughts. Juice sat there tapping his finger on the counter watching Franky talk to a customer. He didn't know what to do this place was his only escape from the club she was the only one who could take his mind off anything and now she was leaving. He watched her longingly he wished she was a permanent person in his life, he wished she wouldn't leave him. Romantic or not he treasured their somewhat friendship it was the only one he had besides his brothers.

"can I have your number?" Juice blurted out, the customer looked sketched out when she looked over to see who said that. a beautiful smile grew on Frankys face, oh how he loved that smile. Franky didn't answer him straight away and continued to serve the customer. His tapping increased, he started to grow nervous. Was that too far? maybe she doesn't want to give me her number. your so stupid. What if I don't ever see her again. Juice was pulled away from his thoughts when she leaned against the counter, her smile still present.

"How many times have I asked you not to interrupt me when I'm with a customer"

"So?" He nervously asked. he couldn't look her in the eyes. What if she says no.her face said it all, she reached down into her pocket and pulled out a pen scribbling down her number. Juices insides bubbled up with excitement his cheeky grin grew on his face. She handed it to him and he greedily took it stuffing it in his pocket.

"Just don't ask for nudes please" she pointed a finger towards him. She really didn't care if he did she'd gladly send them but she wasn't that type of person.

"and if I do?" His cheeky smile was still present. She loved it when he smiled at her like that it always gave her butterflies.

"I'll send you my mums" his face twisted with disgust and She laughed at him. "don't worry my mums pretty hot, you probably know her" she gave him a cheeky grin back. She knew he knew her every man in charming knew her especially the sons.

He would've sat there all night if he could but when the sons call you answer, he left while she was out back leaving a handsome tip, he always tipped good but when it came to her he wouldn't mind leaving with his pockets empty. He didn't bother saying bye not when he had her number. juice would've called her that night, called her as soon as he got home. If it wasn't for the sons he would've been all giggly and high off his walls on her voice, but it was a long night and he retreated to his dorm closing his eyes without a second thought.

The next morning juice woke with a skip in his step until he reached into his pocket to find it empty, he searched his whole house for that piece of paper he couldn't find it anywhere he even searched the clubhouse still, he couldn't find it. He grew frustrated very very frustrated to the point where he couldn't sleep. He had no way of knowing she was real or not, he could go back and ask for her name but the staff had made it very clear that he was not welcomed and with her being gone he was not allowed to step foot back in that diner again. Hopefully charming isn't as big as he thought maybe he will cross paths with her again.