"GERMANY" - Charming's new mechanic

~16~

Y/n went to her room early that day, not joining the guys in the mainroom after dinner. She was drained from the day and still felt a little unsettled by her encounter with Darby, but she didn't want the others to notice, so she decided it was best to stay in her room.
She opened her laptop to look for a place of her own once again. She had been looking every now and then, but either she didn't found something she liked or she was to busy because of work and simply forgot. It was nice staying at the clubhouse but she didn't want to overtax Clay's and Gemma's hospitality, plus a place of her own also brought her some more privacy. She loved having the guys around, but she hated that she always had to get fully dressed to just get her cup of coffee in the morning. But her search yet again was unsuccessful and after 2 hours of looking at pictures of Apartments smaller than her room now, she closed the laptop, plopping back into her pillows and looking at the ceiling. Suddenly her phone buzzed and she rolled over to grab it from the nightstand. When y/n saw Juice's name on the screen she slightly smiled before reading his message.

J: Hey, you good?

Y: Yes, just tired from working in this heat. :)

J: Same. What you up to?

Y: Just looked at some apartments again. Wasn't successful at all. Think i'm going to sleep now. :)

J: Well, sweet dreams then.

Y: Thanks. Good night to you too. :)

J: If you can't sleep you know where my room is. ;)

Juice facepalmed himself after he sent that last message. „I'm so stupid." he thought afraid to scare her off. He laid on his bed, his armes out to the sides. When y/n texted him she was looking for apartments again, his heart felt a little heavy. He didn't want her to move out the clubhouse. He liked having her around here. He figured he sent that cringy text message to her to conceal his worries about her leaving. He jumped a little when his phone buzzed in his hand, causing him to snap out of his thoughts. He slowly lifted it, dreading her response. But the text wasn't from her, instead it was from Jax. „ Short-term matter. Whole club leaving at 7 am, hopefully returning by evening." Juice let his arm drop on the bed again, breathing out. After staying like this for a brief moment he rolled over to put his phone on the nightstand and slid under the covers, quickly drifting off to sleep. That night he dreamed of y/n being his old lady and a smile plastered across his face although he was tight asleep.