New Life.
A R A B E L L A
-Saturday, 1:47 pm.-
I wake up with a grunt, rolling over only to realize I'm in Jax's arms. Oh god. Oh jesus. What did I do last night? I sit up and rub my head, noticing I'm in his "room". The memories start to come back to me slowly.
Me drinking my ass off, throwing up, not speaking to hardly anyone for an entire day and night. And then the shower. When Jaxon came in and set me in my place. God that was so hot.
"Angel? What are you doing?" His raspy voice calls for me. I look over my shoulder so see him using one hand to rub his eye while the other is tucked under his head. I smile curtly at him, before laying back down and getting comfortable.
"Nothing." I whisper. He hums and wraps his arm around me, pulling me to his bare chest. I rest my head on it and just as I'm about to close my eyes, there's a knock at the door.
Me and Jax groan, before he speaks up. "Who is it?" His voice is sharp and grumpy, making me smile a little.
The person behind the door clears their throat, "Uh, just me boss. We're landing in about thirty to forty-five minutes."
Jaxon sighs. "Alright. We'll be there in a minute."
I hear footsteps wondering away from the door, and Jax crawls out of bed, making me frown. He returns it and leans over to peck my lips. I follow his lead and get up, walking into his bathroom to use the bathroom and clean myself up.
After showering, using the restroom, brushing my hair and teeth, I finally pull on some high waisted shorts and a top. Realizing it's probably going to be cold, I switch the outfit out for a warmer one instead.
I think about wearing heels that match, but remember that I won't be seeing anyone important or going anywhere impressive. I go with some simple fleece boots to keep my feet warm too.
I turn to see Jax standing, smiling at me. He is dressed in regular jeans that are rolled up at the bottom a little and a white t-shirt. He has a denim jacket over it with the sleeves pulled up to his elbows to show off his tattoos. He tops it off with some regular sneakers that match his shirt.
"Ready, angel?"
I nod eagerly, grasping his hand and allowing him to steer us out of his room. We quickly shuffle into the main seating area and sit in some of the many empty plane seats. We buckle up, along with the rest of Jax's friends or whoever. Soon someone comes on in the over-com.
"Alright boss, we're landing now. You can take your seat belt off when the sign is green."
The voice is slightly static-y but other than that it's very clear. I confusingly look around for a 'sign' and then see one above the entrance to the cock pit. It has two pictures, one of someone in a seat with their seat belt, and one of a person getting up from a seat. Right now the one of the seated person is red.
I gasp when I feel the turbulence rumble the plane, shaking us a little. I look at Jaxon, who is already staring at me. He laces his fingers through mine and gives my hand a quick squeeze. Smiling at me, he seems to wash away my worries. I rest my head on his shoulder until the sign is green.
"Alright, come on guys. We can unload the plane later."
I unbuckle and follow Jaxon out of the plane, along with about a dozen and a half people following us, all stone cold and silent. Well, except for Max and Blake, who are chatting away without a care a few feet behind me and Jax.
When I look forward again, my eyes widen. It's absolutely beautiful. The sun is just setting over the horizon, and it makes everything look warm and orange and yellow. There are trees scattered around, fall leaves decorating their branches. The grass goes up to our knees, but is soft and light.
"Wow..." I breath, seemingly speechless and out of breath all of a sudden. Jaxon smiles at me, looking at me from my left. He intertwines our hands again and looks forward.
"Welcome to our new life, Arabella."
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