Chibs' Dead Daughter, The Angel of SAMCRO

Fun Town

Today, I woke up to Juice jumping onto his bed and telling me the fair was in town and that we were going. He didn't really give me an option as he woke me up and held up tickets to the fair. It's been a week and a half since I started staying at Juice's place and the whole time I've stayed in his house mostly so the fair actually sounded fun. He said he had some time before he had to be at the club house anyways so we could go and leave before he had to show up and help out the club doing who knows what.

I knew not to ask. We hadn't talked about anything yet, I think we've both been avoiding that conversation.

So, getting up I sent him into the other room as I took a quick shower and changed into blue shorts and a red tank top. Juice was in such a rush to go, I grabbed a few twenties out of my duffel-bag, a jacket, and then we went outside.

Eyeing his cut, Juice jumped onto his bike and held his helmet out towards me. "You sure?" I asked and he nodded. "I have a helmet."

"I'd rather you wear mine." He spoke with a smile so I smiled back and got onto the back of his bike, hugging onto him. "I won't go too fast. Trust me." I could hear him smiling as he spoke, we had gotten a lot closer in the past week so it was easier for me to trust him, for me to be myself.

"Maybe I'm holding on tightly on purpose." I spoke with a hint of laughter as he started up his bike. Juice was teaching me how to be happy again, something I haven't been able to do since Ireland, and I'm loving it.

That and cuddling every night was a plus.

As we arrived at the fair, Juice got off the bike first and reached down pulling the helmet off my head and hung it on his bike. Grabbing my hand he pulled me up and I let out a giggle as we walked into the fairgrounds. His cut wasn't on my mind, and the fact that we met almost two weeks ago wasn't either. The only thing on my mind was I needed to have fun, and Juice was going to help me do that. "So sweetheart, what do you want to do first." Juice asked and I started to walk towards the spin out. It was a fun ride if you didn't get too dizzy on it. "Whoa, slow down tiger." Juice spoke with a laugh grabbing my hand tighter.

"Oh come on, forget the cut is on your back and I'll forget about the healing bruise on my face." I spoke, it was covered with makeup but just the mention of it Juice's smile disappeared. It pissed him off. "Let's just have fun okay? We can worry about everything else later. Let's act like two high school kids and just let loose." I grabbed his hand tighter and took off running dragging him along with me.

"Okay, if you insist." I felt the grip loosen and in a moment Juice caught up to me and threw me over his shoulder making me laugh harder than I have in a long time. "For now, let's just have fun." He added on so I nodded and he carried me over to the spin out. There was a short line so we got on pretty quickly and I made Juice sit on the outside.

Once the ride started, I tried my best to crush him with all my weight as it spun us around. "You did that on purpose!" He yelled with a laugh over the ride but I threw my arms up into the air.

"It's not fun if you aren't getting hurt." I let out a yell, more like a holler, and Juice joined in with me. People stared at us, probably wondering why we were yelling on this ride of all rides, but we didn't care. We were having fun.

Once we got off Juice walked right behind me grabbing my hand once more. "That was fun. What else do you want to do, sweetheart?" I adored the nickname he had given me, he called me Sam as well but I've never heard the word Samantha come out of his mouth yet and that was okay with me. Besides, when he called me sweetheart it made me feel warm on the inside, which I'm okay with. Maybe I shouldn't be feeling this way towards Juice, but right now in this moment seeing him smile at me I don't care. I don't want to think about the future right now, I just want to think about the present or not think at all.