Ride (Or Die) Lana Del Rey X Jax Teller

10.Live fast, die young

Lana's pov

I wake up at 8 am. and it's the first morning in months that I haven't felt lonely. I look over at Jax, who's still sleeping besides me.
I don't know how I feel about last night; about what happened and about the things that I found out.
I'm not regretting any of it tho...I've always followed my heart and I guess things could've turned out worse...

I grab a piece of his soft hair and rub it in between my fingers, he looks so peaceful. I want to wake him up but I can't bring myself up to do it.

I get my phone off of the nightstand and look through my tweeter feed...no one has been tweeting about me. I should really start looking for a new manager; I can't be M.I.A. for too long.

Before I can do anything else Jax's phone rings. He jumps awake, startled and answers it in a husky voice.

"Yeah...
What time is it?
Fuck. I'll be right over."

He hangs up and sleepily hugs me, drifting off.

"What happened?"

"I forgot Abel comes home today. I have to go pick him up."

We lay in silence for a bit.

"So you can't stay with me at the cabin anymore?"

"Not really...But you could move in with us."

"What?" I lift my head off the pillow and look at him shocked.

"Yeah." He opens his eyes and smiles.

"I don't know...I'd better look for a place to rent. I don't want to be in your way."

"You really aren't...and you could help me with Abel. Or not; it's fine either way."

He looks at me "And I get lonely most of the time that I'm home; it's not really a home, more like a place to live..."

How could I let him get lonely? And I guess moving in together would be a faster way to get to know each other. I've done way crazier things in a shorter period of time.

"Ok."

He smiles from ear to ear and starts kissing me all over my face.

"Then pack your bags and let's go. We're already late."

Jax's pov

I love being with her. She makes me feel so much calmer, like my life isn't shit right now. I have hope for the future, that maybe whatever this is will turn into something more.

I haven't felt this way about someone since high school, since Tara...

Even though this is really not the time to start a relationship, I need this. I need someone outside of the club who I can trust.
My mom is way too into doing things the old way, but it's time for a change.

Times are different and what was once the thing keeping the club from perishing is now what seems to be bringing it to its end.

I'm so nervous about bringing Abel home...

"Thank you for agreeing to move in with us."

She lifts her head off my shoulder and hugs me tighter while we ride to the hospital.

"Thank you for letting me move in with you..."

Are we moving too fast? I don't even know. I'm not trying to follow the 60's mantra "live fast, die young, leave a beautiful corpse" but judging by the way things have been going, I'm not so sure it's just a mantra.

I don't think my rage fit from yesterday solved anything, more like it made things worse, let Clay know how I really feel. I need to talk to Ope...