The Life of a Biker's Daughter

A Love Story Unfinished

The smell of coffee wakes me from my slumber, and when I open my eyes to see there is barely any sunlight streaming through the blinds, I internally groan.  I had wanted to sleep in, but it looks like my body has other plans for me.  It's for the best; there is a lot to be done today.  I am going to finally tell my dad I am in town and look for a permanent place to live.  I roll over and grab my phone off the table next to JJ's guest bed.

Me: Tell me when Papa Winston comes in today!

Gemma is always at the club bright and early since she is the only one running the office.  No reason to head over there before I have to.  She can just text me when he comes around. If I go hang out at the club I might run into Jax or Wendy; that is not on my days to-do-list.

The smell of coffee gets stronger as I walk towards the kitchen.  JJ's sweat pants he lent me drag on the floor, but they are comfy as hell, so I don't care.  He won't be getting these back.  

When I walk into the kitchen, I am a little retaken to see Juice is the one making coffee.

"Did you and JJ have a little sleepover?"  I crack a smile when he turns to me with wide eyes.  It looks like neither of us knew the other was here.

"No!  No, I live here.  Did you and JJ have a little sleepover," he mocks.  

My eyes roll at the thought that JJ and I would ever be anything more than friends.  JJ has always been like another brother to me.  If I wore shorts too short, he sent me inside to change.  He chased boys out of my life the second they looked at me too long.  And to top it all off, he told people every chance he could that I was his little sister.  No one wanted to mess with JJ, and once they heard we were related, even though we aren't, no one wanted to mess with me.

"Eww no, JJ is my older brother from another mother.  There is no attraction there." I rummage through the cabinets to find myself a mug.  Things aren't in the same place from the last time I was here.

Juice hands me one from a different part of the kitchen.  "Things got rearranged when I moved in."  Four years is all it takes for everything to change, I guess.  "What are your plans for the day?"

Once I poured myself coffee, I went to the pantry.  It looks like JJ still keeps a box of my favorite cereal in there.  I pray it isn't old. 

"List of thing Casey needs to get done: Finally see her dad, find a place to live, and then get all her shit from storage." I put up a finger as I name each errand.

"Don't worry about Piney, he will get over the fact you didn't tell him you weren't coming home.  He knows how spontaneous his daughter is.  Live here.  I have two open rooms.  And fuck everything else.  Now all you have to do, babydoll is stop talking in third person,"  JJ cuts in while walking into the room.

"Live here with you two?  No way!  The last thing I need is to run into either of your guys' one-night stands.  Or worse, like if one of you starts dating some crazy ass girl and she tries to take me out."  I take a sip of my drink, imaging some batshit girl thinking I want to steal JJ or Juice from her. 

JJ looks at me with an angry stare, crossing his arms across his bare chest.  I have only ever thought one of JJ's girls were sane, and I don't even know Juice well enough to know the kind of girl he dates.

"Juice, no more one night stands and stop bringing home crazy girlfriends," he says.

Juice, who is sitting on the other side of the table almost chokes on his cereal. "What?... I have never had a girl over before."

"Good.  See Cas, now you don't have to worry about running into our one-night stands or psychotic girlfriends.  Don't worry about me, I don't bring those kinds of girls home."  It appears JJ isn't taking no for an answer.  Not that I should be surprised by that.  "You can even have the master suite."