Juice was nervous all day. Three times he had rubbed the paint off his face to start over, but he couldn't get the star around his right eye symmetrical and because of his OCD it made his fingers itch. After two more attempts he gave up and started to apply the white paint to the rest of his face. After putting on the black wig he studied himself in the mirror, smirking because he really looked like an idiot.

But today it was allowed to be an idiot.

He grabbed his phone to see how much longer it would take before she would be here. Fifteen minutes, he estimated. He shoved the device back in the pocket of his black jeans and put on his cut. For the first time in his life he was wearing nothing underneath it; when he had looked up the band pictures he had seen that it was quite common in the scene.

His footsteps were bouncy as he left his room an headed for the clubhouse. After six weeks he would finally see her again! He felt like a kid on Christmas Eve, even though the only present he would probably get was a hug from Abigail. The thought of it already made his legs feel weak and he knew there would be a smile plastered to his face until the moment she left again.

The past weeks they had both been confronted with huge phone bills, but it hadn't decreased their contact. Since that first call they had called each other almost every other night, with lots of meaningless texts in between. And all this time, his feelings had grown. He however tried to keep them to himself, not knowing if she experienced the same and even if she did, it wouldn't change a thing. Despite the fact that they were still flirting in an innocent way, he had made peace with the fact that she would never become his. Nevertheless he enjoyed having this crush, even though it made him feel like he was 13 again, with the butterflies in his stomach and the ever present dreamy smile on his face.

Right before Juice entered the clubhouse, he suddenly feared that he was the only one who was dressed up for Halloween. Wouldn't that be a typical joke – giving a casual party but letting the prospect get all dressed up? Abigail hadn't said much about the costume she would wear, maybe she was also in on it. A little relieved he breathed in when he found Chibs and Bobby; the first dressed as the Joker and the second as a zombie. He grinned at the two, happy that he wasn't the only one who had painted his face.

"Aye. There ye finally are. Get us some beer lad."

Juice nodded and went behind the bar, taking a few beers out of the fridge which he handed to the Sons that were already around. Every time the door opened his eyes shot to the person entering the clubhouse, his heart leaping in his chest, his hands so clammy that the drinks almost slipped.

When she finally arrived, he was a bundle of nerves. He froze, his eyes were almost popping out of their sockets as he saw the brown and golden Egyptian like dress she was wearing, accentuating all her beautiful curves. The brief glimpse he caught of her was enough to make him hard and he was glad that he stood behind the bar so nobody would notice. Her smoky eyes fluttered around the clubhouse. When her eyes rested on him he held his breath, but she moved her attention to the others as if he was just one of the guys.

Juice's shoulders slumped as disappointment filled him and he bent his head, staring at the drink in his hand. He didn't know what he had expected, maybe that she would jump in his arms or something, but he felt stupid now. He was just one of the guys. One of her brothers.

As he looked up again she caught his glance and he showed her a shaky smile, suddenly feeling insecure about their friendship. A smile crossed her lips and a few moments later she was behind the bar and squeezed him in a hug.

"Man I didn't even recognize you!" she laughed, tugging on his wig while still holding him. He closed his eyes as he held her close, her scent made him feel dizzy. Reluctantly he let go of her because he had the feeling that everyone was watching him. Their pinkies hooked and he felt a blush spreading across his face, suddenly relieved that he was wearing face paint.

"You look beautiful," he said, with his left hand touching the golden headband with the head of a snake. "You really look like an Egyptian goddess."

"Yeah, you're so experienced with exotics gods?" She lifted the corner of her mouth as she checked out his chest. Leaning into him, she whispered: "Although you surely have the body of a god." She gave him a wink, then she aimed her eyes at the glasses at the bar. "Gimme a drink, prospect."

Hating to have to let go of her hand, he turned away and gave her a beer.

"So... what about the KISS-outfit?" she asked as she took a swig of her drink. "Thought you'd never wear make-up for me?"

He shrugged a shoulder. "You're inspiring. Although all that hair is annoying as hell so it won't take long before I will toss it away."

She smirked. "Good. You know I love your tats. Hey I'm going to say hi to the others but come dance with me when they give you a break," she told him, briefly kissing his cheek. He shivered at the touch of her soft lips, wishing she had placed them a little more to the left.

"Yeah, sure," he said, feeling warmth bubble up at the prospect to dance with her. With a huge smile he watched her leave the bar area, her hips swinging in a way that made his mouth dry.

She was so perfect. So fucking perfect.

. . .

"Ey brother. That ain't bothering ya?" Tig nudged his shoulder, nodding to the left.

Chibs followed his gaze, grinning as he saw his daughter dance with the prospect. He was no idiot, of course he knew there was something going on between his daughter and the lad. He was aware of their countless phone calls, he knew the two could talk for hours and when Abigail had entered the clubhouse she'd had only eyes for Juicy. She tried to hide it, was talking with the others too, she even persuaded Happy to dance with her but when she danced with Juice it was much more intimate and he could see the sparks fly.

They were in love – they both were. His eyes showed nothing but admiration and her smile had never been so enchanted as it was now.

"Why would it bother me?" he asked. "If I can tolerate you checkin' out my daughter's ass all the time, I can deal with a twenty year younger guy too."

"Well it's only my eyes on her ass, bet Juicy will use his hands soon too."

"Nah, he won't," he said with a smirk. "Not in public at least. Kid got some respect."

His daughter was a grown woman, there wasn't much he could do about it anyway. Not that he would tell them. It was much more interesting and fun to see how it would all play out if the lad thought he was against a relationship.

. . .

It felt like the best night of his life. As time went by and more drinks glided down their gullets, their attention shifted from the people around them to each other. When a slow song was played, she wrapped her arms around him and swayed on the music. Juice kept his hands on her hips and continuously told himself he couldn't kiss her. However, the whole time he was afraid to lose control and all the people around them made him nervous, making him nod eagerly when she suggested to go to the roof to look at the stars again.

Before he did, he asked Chibs if he was okay with Abigail and him talking on the roof, not wanting to neglect his tasks as a prospect. His sponsor gave him a stern look before he nodded.

"Just talkin', huh Juicy boy?"

"Y-yes," he muttered, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "Just talkin'. We're just friends. Really."

"Good."

He met Abigail at the exit, who was holding a bottle of tequila in her hand. She leaned against him as they walked to the fire stairs, both wobbly and tipsy. On the roof she spread out a plaid and dropped down. The moment he sat next to her, she pulled off the black wig and tossed it aside.

"Much better," she grinned, running a hand across his mohawk. "I really thought you would let it grow back."

"Nah I like it," he said as he laid down on his back, leaning on his elbows and staring at the stars. He had loved spending time with her in the clubhouse, but lying together here gave him a feeling he'd never experienced.

For some time they just chatted, sharing the bottle of tequila. Her index finger was curling around his knuckles, almost thoughtlessly. He enjoyed the little touches that gave him the feeling that this was more than friendship. It was something... new. Something between being friends and being lovers and although he would always want more, he liked the current situation a lot.

"Oh by the way, I have to show you something," she said with a grin after they had been quiet for a while.

Juice's eyes widened as she started to roll up her dress.

"What?" she grinned at the sight of his shocked face. "C'mon, you've seen my underwear before," she said, exposing her black lacy panties. "But that wasn't what I wanted to show you." She lifted the dress higher, showing off her flat stomach with... two gems in her belly button.

"No way," he said, shaking his head. Turning on his side, he studied the piercing from close. "You said you had none."

"It's new. Thought after mutilating your body, I should do something to myself too," she chuckled. "Something that would make me look hot, this time."

Juice laid a hand on her stomach, his thumb carefully touching the gems. "Is it real?"

"Yeah of course it is."

He took a closer look since it was dark on the roof. "Well it really is hot." His breathing was brushing her skin and he could feel her shiver. Her warm skin was just an inch away and suddenly he could no longer hold back. Softly his lips touched her stomach, making her gasp and encouraging him to leave another kiss on her skin – wetter this time.

His heart was racing in his chest, he felt all the blood being drained to one particular area. He looked up at her, saw the dark look in her eyes.

"Go on," she whispered. "I like where this is goin'."

His lips were tingling, his head a mess. He climbed on top of her, a knee on each side of hers as he laid his hands against her sides and spread more kisses on her stomach, lower and lower. She tilted her pelvis impatiently and he wrapped back the elastic of her panties, leaving kisses on the new exposed strip of skin. His breathing sped up as his chin touched her lacy panties and he softly sucked her skin, leaving a love bite.

Right when he wanted to move his lips to her tights, a voice startled him.

"Yo prospect. Is your dorm not excitin' enough for you?"

Immediately he sat up straight, looking wildly to the fire stairs where Jax was standing.

"He's servin' me," Abigail said while she sat up too, pulling down the skirt of her dress shamelessly. "C'mon, you can all make fun of him through the week, let me have my fun too man."

Jax's eyes grew wide as he saw the girl; he clearly had believed that he had taken a croweater to the roof.

His eyes rested on Juice again. "Leave," he said shortly, lighting a cigarette.

Juice nodded, his cheeks flaming red. He didn't dare to look for Abigail's approval, knowing that he should obey his vice president either way.

While Abigail was clearly raising protests, Juice swung his leg over the edge of the roof. Still tipsy, embarrassed and in love he lacked concentration, slipping after taking three steps. Yelling, he fell down, thousand thoughts racing through his head before he hit the concrete and felt a horrible pain in his leg and chest.