(Four years later)

Dizzy was rocking out to her favorite song, Cherry Bomb, by the runaways while she was driving.

Pinky sat in the passenger's seat, taking as many pictures as she could of the towns that passed by. They went all the way from Charming California to Riverdale Rockland Country in New York.

Dizzy turned the music down in her beautiful car and looked at Pinky. It was weird how she was fourteen now. "I know you're still angry at me. But I promise. Getting away from Charming is a good thing. Jax has the gang to himself, and I can't have you in that. Riverdale is good."

Pinky sighed and looked at her sister. "I'm not angry. I'm just upset I had to leave my friends and Jax behind. Why did he take over dad's spot anyway?" Pinky asked as she looked through the pictures she had taken.

"It's a family thing, P." Dizzy sighed when she saw the Riverdale sigh. "Look. It was either him or me. I don't want anything to do with The Sons anymore."

Pinky put her camera down in her lap. "So if it were any other gang, that didn't kill dad, you would join them?" She asked, raising an eyebrow and her sassy tone snapping at her sister. Dizzy knew she was a teenager. She was upset about her friends, not seeing her for a while.

"I-" She stopped herself and shook her head. "I honestly don't know, P." She didn't. To be honest, she always loved the thought of being in the Sons. But after what that man did. She couldn't even look at them again. But if she ran into another gang. She honestly didn't know just yet.

Dizzy came up to a trailer park, called Sunnyside, and it was on the south side of town. Dizzy had enrolled her into Riverdale High and not South Side. She heard stories and wasn't happy to listen to them, so she took precautions. She took the safe route for her sister.

"This place looks like shit," Pinky says, and Dizzy rolled her eyes looking for the number 134. Pinky took pictures of the trailer park. Dirty colors and dirt. That was all they were to this place. Dizzy saw her and chuckled.

"Thought you said it looks like shit." Pinky looked over and saw her sister was smirking while she was looking for the number to their new home.

"It is. I'm just trying to make it look better." She says and turns back to the window. "Does this trailer even have two bedrooms?" Pinky asked as the click of her camera was set off, snapping the moment.

"Yes. I made sure. I told you. This place is going to be different for us." Dizzy parked the car as she saw the number. She got out and felt the spring air hit her in the face. Dizzy smiled and hit the top of her car to tell Pinky to get out. Their way of saying, "Cost is clear."

Pinky got out and began taking more photos around her. "Can you put that down for a moment. Just take this in." Dizzy said, looking at the trailer. Pinky looked at it. The mobile home was an off-color blue, and the bottom looked as if it was falling off it. The stairs were chipped with white paint, and the first step was broken, one board split into two. The windows had been broken, and we're covered up by cardboard. The worst part was the graffiti of mushrooms and dicks. "Okay, maybe it needs a little work," Dizzy says, seeing the look of disgust on P's face. Pinky looked over at her sister as she looked away. She had to lighten the mood.

"Maybe it has hot water," Pinky says, smirking. She had a hunch it wouldn't.l, but it was worth a shot of slight hope. Pinky was a sour puss sometimes. But it wasn't her fault. It was just how she is since their dad's passing. She didn't know how to deal with it, sarcasm and insulting comments we're her thing. To the people, she knew well, that is.

"Well, then you're lucky I had to do everything from cooking to fixing cars and houses." Dizzy winked and grabbed her two suitcases filled with her things. She carried light.

Pinky grabbed her case and threw a bag over her shoulder. "We're gonna need to go shopping. So more fast food tonight." Dizzy says, taking a box into her hand. Pinky sighed, closing her door.

"Fine. Wasn't there a diner down the road?" Pinky asked, and Dizzy nods her head as she unlocks her door. The trailer on the inside was a hell of a lot better than the outside. "Maybe it does have hot water," Pinky says, looking at the wooden floors and the beautiful wallpaper and charming furniture.

Dizzy smirked and went to the room on her left. She placed her box down on the bed, then her suitcases, and sighed. She would have to do all of this when she got back. She was always busy.

"This is gonna be fun," Dizzy says and turns to see Pinky in her room on the right side, placing things on her walls already. Dizzy smiled, knowing this place was right for them.

She left the trailer and went to grab another box. It had their dishes in it. She picked it up out of the trunk, and the bottom of it fell open.l, making plates and bowls crash and break beneath her. "Shit!" Dizzy yelled, and out of reflex, she tried to kick them from being crushed. Only it didn't work out. "Oh, god." She muttered and bent down to pick them up. There were now only three bowls that were okay and two plates that weren't too terribly broken.

"Need any help?" Dizzy heard behind her. She turned around and saw a man who had come out of his trailer next door. He had a salt and pepper stubble on his face and the bluest of eyes. The corner of his eyes had slight wrinkles, and those cheekbones look as if they could cut someone's hand. His eyes looked like the sky when it just finished raining, and the Sun was coming out.

"Uh. No, it's okay." Dizzy says, trying to turn her attention away and closed the box after the pieces were picked up. She stood up and realized that she had just might have shown him her ass. She was wearing daisy dukes and a crop top with her toms. She smiled nervously and held her hand out to him. "I'm Dizzy. I just moved here." She pointed to the trailer, and the man took her hand, shaking it.

"I can see it. You don't have a lot of boxes." She chuckled nervously and looked down when he pulled his hand away. "I'm FP Jones." Dizzy looked up from her shoes, and her button nose crinkles.

"What does that stand for?" She asked, and before he could say anything, with that velvety voice, Pinky came out, slamming the door open, knocking another box down off the railing. She looked over the edge and saw it was just a box of glass things of Dizzy's. She shrugged and looked over at her sister.

"Diz! I'm hungry!" Pinky says, leaning on the trailer after she winced watching the box fall. Then she saw the man in front of Dizzy. "Oh." Pinky stepped off the steps and walked over to him with a bright smile. "The names Pinky Smith. Nice to meet ya." Pinky had grown very self-high confidence ever since their dad died.

"FP Jones. Nice to meet you as well." He smiled, taking her hand. Pinky looked at her sister with a sassy teenage look.

"Can we go to that Diner now?" Pinky was also impatient. A few flaws to make up for the pros of her lovely personality. Dizzy was working on it. She swears.

"PB. Be nice." Dizzy scolded, and Pinky huffed. "Sorry about her. We've just driven across the country for a week, not a whole lot of human interaction." Dizzy chuckled, and FP smiled at her. She was funny and hot.

"Where did you ladies come from?" He asks, leaning on his right foot. His leather jacket tightened up when he crosses his arms over his chest. Dizzy couldn't help but stare, and he saw this making him have a small smirk placed on his beautiful, kissable lips.

"Charming, California." FP nods his head and then looked at his bike. "It looks like you have to get going. Sorry to have bothered you with the noise." Dizzy says, pointing to the boxes that had broke.

"Did you break another box of dishes?" Pinky asked, smirking. Dizzy hit her arm, and Pinky rubbed her arm. "I was only joking." She said, glaring. Dizzy sighed and shook her head at her sister's attitude.

"It was nice to meet you, Mr. Jones. I hope we aren't too much of a problem around here." Dizzy rubbed the back of her neck with a nervous smile.

He waved it off and shook his head "you won't bother me. This park is usually noisy. You both are the least of my worries." His smile was just so amazing and the small dimples. It made Dizzy want to smile back a thousand times bigger. But she just smiled.

Pinky grabbed Dizzy's keys from her back pocket when she was busy drooling over Jones. "I'm about to drive myself." Pinky sang out teasingly. Dizzy grabbed her arm without taking her eyes off Jones and took the keys back. Motherly skills come in handing when raising two teenagers who try to take your things from you - especially car keys.

"You don't even know how to drive. Plus, you are not driving, Baby." Dizzy then turned her gaze on Pinky, who had pouted like a five-year-old. FP was wondering why she called her car baby.

"Whatever. Stop making googly eyes at the man. We have to go." Dizzy sighed and waved at FP to say bye. He waved back and watched as Dizzy walked to her car and threw the box back in. Her hips swayed beautifully, and he couldn't help but stare. She had amazing green eyes. Like a lush forest on a summer day, or when the ocean turns a dark green during a hurricane.

FP knew that his new neighbors were going to be a nice change around here. He smiled as he watched Dizzy drift out of the park to the Diner. "She's hot." He muttered to himself and walked over to his bike. The last thing anyone saw was the Boss Serpent riding away.