First Son, Cursed Son

Biker boots and a kutte

"Or we could just not have a party and not have to do any of this shit." Ken suggests, throwing unfilled balloons at Willow, who glares at him.

"I recall helping you at your party." She says icily.

"I recall my party having a lot more black and a lot less streamers." He grumbles and Willow kicks him.

"I am a girl." She says. "I like the streamers. So shut the fuck up and blow up balloons." Lyla chokes back a laugh.

"Whatever." He grumbles then brightens. "I heard from Abel today!" He announces and a half filled balloon slips from Willow's hands.

"What'd he have to say?" Lyla asks calmly, going through her list of things to do before this weekend's party and next weekend's graduation.

"Not much. Was just asking if the club had talked about going to Sturgis this year. Didn't..." Ken hesitates then plunges on. "Didn't dad and Jax go a couple times? When I was real little." He says and Willow is still.

"They did, actually. Ask Ellie, she would remember better." Lyla says tightly, making little boxes next to everything they need.

"Well, he just thought it would be cool to start the tradition up again." He says hurriedly.

"He plans to ride the coast this summer, then go there and keep riding till he finds a place to settle down." Willow says and both turn to look at her. "We discussed our summer plans." She says defensively.

"And yours are?" Ken asks and she's saved from answering in the form of Piper crashing through the kitchen, shouting. They're all on their feet in a second. He skids to a stop and bursts into laughter.

"What the hell Pipes?" Lyla demands and he holds up a hand, trying to control his laughter.

"Bowen." He manages to get out in between snorts of laughter. Ken raises an eyebrow. "Fucked up." He gasps, tears streaming down his cheeks in mirth. Willow sighs deeply.

"Let me guess. This is about Jordan."

"Well of course it is." Ken says, annoyed. "She's all he talks about. He never shuts up."

"Can I tell my story?" Piper yells and they all hush, looking at him expectantly. He grins and sits down. "So I'm at the club right?" And he launches into a full-scale explanation of his day, down to the minute. They listen as patiently as they can then slowly but soon start rolling eyes. "And then, right when I was going to see if anyone had seen the—"

"Ok Pipes, get to it." Lyla says impatiently and Piper sighs.

"Ok, long story short, Bowen was in the club, talking about how much he likes her and how he wants to fuck her again and that maybe she's his old lady and guess who's in the doorway!" He says excitedly and they all look at him blankly. "JORDAN!" He yells, clearly anticipating more of a reaction.

"And what'd she do?" Willow asks, scrolling through her guest list with a frown on her face.

"She just did this little smirk thing and said she thought she left a tank top here. Then she went and got it and walked right back out without saying a word to Bowen!" Piper says, looking like Christmas has come early.

"Good for her. Bowen needs to be told no a time or two." Lyla says approvingly and Willow nods.

"Isn't it hilarious?" Piper says and without waiting for them to respond closes his eyes. "I just keep replaying the look on his face when she walked right past him and didn't say anything..."

"At least she's learning." Lyla comments and Willow rolls her eyes.

"Yeah, and tomorrow at school we're going to have a full blown, 45 minute discussion about what exactly occurred and how long he looked at her and totally analyze what he meant and have a breakdown or two and then she'll tell us her new plan." She says glumly.