What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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"Juice!" Tig huffed out getting annoyed. "Please sit the fuck down!" He had been watching Juice pace, fidget and scurry around the apartment since before the sun came up. Something was off with him, he just couldn't figure out what. He knew his anxiety was probably running wild, as well as his excitement but he didn't know what to do with...this. Juice in regular situations is hyper active, chatty and just high strung but this was different.

Juice looked at Tig with his big eyes and chewed on his nails. "Sorry Tig. Just... when can we go? I'm ready now." He began shifting his weight from one leg to the other.

Tig groaned and pressed his fingers to the bridge of his nose. "Soon Juice. Soon. You're acting like a child waiting for a gift. You're making me nervous."

"I can't help it. I'm just excited and you're the only person that knows why."

"Yay me." Tig mumbled in annoyance. He laid his head back on the couch and tried to tune Juices pacing out.

Juice wasn't feeling very much like...Juice. He'd woken up at 5:30 that morning and he couldn't shake the feeling he had. The fact that he did feel small-ish made him nervous. It was finally Thursday and he felt like a child waiting for presents as Tig had said. He knew what this feeling was now, thanks to Daddy, but he also knew it wasn't appropriate. He didn't want to do something stupid,he just kept telling himself he had to be regular. He was trying so hard to stay big, regular Juice. However little Juan Carlos was running around like a crazy person and he couldn't control it.

It started as soon as he'd woken up. He ran to the couch Tig was on, waking him as well. Despite Tig being incredibly annoyed by being woken up, he found something about Juice to be sweet. He'd never seen the guy so happy in the time he'd known him, he'd also never seen him as sad as he was when Chibs got locked up.

"Did you eat your breakfast? We're eating a late lunch and I know how you get when you're hungry."

"Yeah I ate it..." Juan Carlos paused and turned to look at Tig from where he was standing across the room. "You think maybe..." he rubbed the toe of his shoe on the carpet and played with his fingers. "Can we take the van? I don't think I should ride." He was worried about holding himself together as it were, this time, riding wasn't going to clear his head. He'd surely panic being on his bike right now.

"Yeah we can do that. You gonna talk the whole way?"

"Nu-uh. I'll bring my iPod." Finally he sat on the couch beside Tig.

Tig didn't move, he just knew today Juice would  follow him. He actually wondered if he'd popped something earlier. Then he remembered how he thought he was high at the club that time, and he wasn't. He settled on just accepting that Juice was... well Juice.

Finally the alarm in Tigs phone went off. 10:30AM. They could load up, leave and not get to Stockton too early.

Juices eyes got big and his smile grew even bigger, if that was even possible. He bounced in his spot on the couch. "Does that mean we get to go?"

Tig just nodded. "We gotta go get the van, you gonna ride bitch or take your bike to TM?"

Juice just looked around confused. "I mean I can take my bike there. I'm just too amped up right now to ride for long."

Tig nodded at him again. They grabbed their keys and walked out of Juices apartment.
The ride to TM wasn't bad. Juice felt good behind his handle bars, the vibration of the bike grounding him. He actually felt a little more "normal" when they pulled into the lot.

He walked over to the van and waited for Tig to come out with the keys. He knew he'd said he wouldn't talk the whole way but he had a lot of thoughts running through his mind.