What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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The sun was falling beneath the edge of the water. It glistened on the lake painting a scenic picture worthy of framing. Juan was laying on his stomach on the blanket, feet in the air, chin rested on his hands, looking out on the water.

The air was still, and it was quiet around them. For the first time since that weekend with Fillip, Juan felt safe again. He didn't feel small anymore just regular. (If regular meant anything really.) Being away from the club, was a nice change of pace. Even with all the chaos the club still had shit to do. He was pulling doubles in the garage, and hacking files RICO had. The club intended to use whatever information they had against them, whatever Clay had given them. Stab them with their own knife so to speak. Juice was busy though and that was good. When he was busy he couldn't worry too much.

Being here with Tig and Venus was a nice change from the brutality of the club, a even nicer change from what he'd ever expected. Even amongst brothers there was constant drama. Drama over food, girls, guns, anything they could fight over. They did. Which came a total shock to Juice when he first prospected. The drama just added to that family feel though, and family was the one thing he'd always wanted.

Laying here now relaxing in the sun, listening to the quiet chatter of the other two, his mind began to aimlessly wonder.

    It was 2008 when he'd arrived in Charming he was dehydrated, in the pit of withdrawals and half starved. He had needed some where to go, something to do. He knew he wasn't going to survive much longer on his own. If anything his past would have found him eventually. He spent his first few nights sleeping on a bench, just hoping to survive each night till morning.

He'd eventually made it to Teller-Morrow, everyone there looked like they could crush him easily. Bikes lined the front of the lot and for the life of him he couldn't figure out what made him walk into the place to begin with.

A large man with a bushy beard and kind eyes had met him in the lot. He remembered the man, who he now knew as Bobby, seemed perplexed and defensive about his presence.

Bobby had given him water, made small talk with him. J.C as it was then told him about his moving, though he changed the story. He didn't have shit for experience in a garage, but he was good with computers. Bobby had told him to use that when he introduced him to Jax. He had gotten a shower, a hot meal from who he now called Mom. Gemma, she was every ones mother, the over all protector of the club. She told him about everyone. Spilled their best dirt trying to make him comfortable.

Juice chuckled a little now to himself.

Gemma had warned him to tread lightly around the Scot known as Chibs. He had a temper that could fly off, he was drunk a lot and had a dark past. Someone as sweet as J.C wouldn't last long around him. Funny that she said that, he'd been on the worst end of Chibs temper more than once.

Juice had gotten to see sides of Chibs no one else had seen. He was the nicest, most caring person he'd ever known. He wondered what they'd say if they knew about them. They'd probably be disgusted that's what they be. Jax already didn't like him, he didn't need any more ammo.

She had also told him all about Tig. J.C had been convinced the two of them must have had something at one time. He saw the occasional way they looked at each other. Tig was supposedly a real weirdo, and an asshole. While Juice had learned those things were definitely true, he was also so much more than that.

He watched the ducks in the water, envying how free they looked. Maybe Fillip was right with wanting to get them out. Maybe they could start a new life.

"Hey Juicey." Tig smacked him on his butt playfully,  trying to get his attention.

Juice groaned at the contact a little louder than he'd meant too. His face and ears flushed bright red.

"Yeah Tig?" He asked smiling brightly, seeing Tigs face also slightly reddened.

"Whatchu thinking about so intently? You been staring off into space."

Juice looked a little confused he didn't know how much time had passed, it only felt like a minute.

"Just when I first came to Charming and how much life has changed since then."  Saying it out loud felt stupid but he couldn't think of anything else to say.

Venus nodded in understanding.

"I'm sure you never imagined you'd be picnicking at a lake with Tig eating shortbread cookies a transgender southern belle prepared for you, killing time until your knight in shining armor comes home from the pen. It's a lot to take in I'm sure." She exaggerated her accent a little.

"Nope. Not where I thought I'd be after a few years. Not really where I thought I'd ever be. I'm glad I'm here though." His smile was bright and genuine.

Tig ruffled his hair nudging his shoulder. "It's getting dark. We need to pack it in. Especially if we might have to be up early in the morning."