Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Spending Your 21st With Jax

"Okay, so tell me again why you just don't want to go and get hammered back at the clubhouse?" Jax said as he followed you up the metal ladder.

"Because Jax! We've been doing that every weekend since we were 18," you continued to climb, finally seeing the top, "it's my birthday, and this is what I want to do.

"Yes ma'am," Jax shook his head laughing.

The two of you had been best friends since first grade, his family was your family, and there wasn't a day that went by that the two of you weren't getting into trouble.

For his 21st, SAMCRO threw a huge bash at the clubhouse, all you did was laugh at the irony that was his "first drink." You didn't want a party, what you wanted was to finally climb that Charming water tower, spit over the edge, and flip off the stars.

Finally reaching the top, you stood up tall, and took a deep breath, "You smell that?"

Jax climbed up, "Smell what?"

"It's the smell of our future."

He stood up next to you, looking you over like you had lost your mind, "And what does our future smell like?" He chuckled.

"Like gun powder and alcohol."

"You're so full of shit," he playfully shoved you.

Laughing as you reached down into your backpack, you pulled out two beers, and handed one to Jax. He held it up, eyeing you.

"What?" You shrugged, "I didn't say alcohol wouldn't be involved, it is my 21st after all," you both laughed.

Using your canines to bite the cap off your bottle, you spit it over the railing,

"To a night of bad choices," you held your beer out.

"To another year with my best friend," he tapped his bottle to yours.

You fought the urge to choke up as you took a sip from your beer and the both of your reached up to the stars, giving them the middle finger.

[Written in 2015]