Abigail was standing at the side of the room, next to a table on which all drinks were displayed. She had wanted to get a new beer, but the moon had caught her attention and now she was staring though the window. A week ago she had been lying on the roof of the clubhouse, staring at the same moon, her elbow touching his as they had folded their hands underneath their heads. She had felt so peaceful that night, so comfortable like she had known him for years.

Now she however had the feeling that she had imagined that special connection. She hadn't heard from him all week. Apparently she had just been a flirt, nice company for one day. Maybe he was so into Michelle that he didn't even thought about her anymore. She had wanted him to forget about his feelings for her, but she had still hoped for a close friendship.

"Penny for your thoughts," a voice sounded next to her.

A black-haired guy with two rings in his lip gave her a smile. She didn't know him – she actually knew no one around but her roommate. Ashley had taken her to this emo party because she needed support since her crush would be there, but she had disappeared with another guy in a room fifteen minutes ago and since then she was standing here all by herself. Usually she was spontaneous enough to make new friends, but not hearing anything from Juice was overshadowing her mood.

"I'm just tired," she answered. "Was a busy week. Ashley dragged me to this party but she's vanished now and I'm not in the best mood to make new friends." She gave him an apologetic smile. "Sorry."

Before he could answer, she felt her phone buzzing in her pocket. Immediately her heart leaped in her chest. Cursing herself, she forced herself to calm down. The whole week she had been freaking out every time her phone went off, until Ashley started to call her every ten minutes to get over it. And it had helped – yesterday. But now here thoughts had been with Juice, the hope blossomed up again.

Reaching for her phone, she saw that it was an unknown number.

"Sorry," she said to the guy, "have to take this."

Quickly she headed outside, the vibrating phone was shaking in her hand. This was madness – why was she so nervous? It was close to midnight, there was a fat chance that it was Juice.

Pressing a hand to her chest, hoping to calm down her heart, she took the call. "Hey, Abigail here."

Her voice sounded weird, like there was something stuck in her throat.

"Hey, it's Juice! Um am I interrupting something?"

Excitement spread through her veins as she heard his voice, immediately there was a smile on her lips. "You just saved me from an awkward emo party." She crossed the street. A few minutes from here was a park where she could sit on a bench – she hoped at least that it would be a long conversation and her legs felt wobbly now she was finally speaking to him again.

"An emo party?" he chuckled. "What's that? Some party where people cut each other?"

"That's rude." She rolled her eyes. "It's more a party where all the guys wear pink skinny jeans and wear eyeliner."

"Sounds gay."

"Well I do have a thing for men wearing eyeliner."

"Then it's good that you only wanna be friends cause I'm not starting with make-up for you. This dumb haircut and those tats are more than enough."

"Hmm too bad. Would have loved to see that."

"Bet ya do."

As he let out a soft laugh, her heart skipped a beat. Man, how she wished she was with him now, seeing his smile, feeling the sparks at every not so accidentally touch.

"So what took you so long? I thought that you'd ditched me."

"I dunno... I just wanted a story to tell I guess. There were a lot of almost-calls but uhm... well... I was afraid you'd find me boring."

"Well you not calling me was definitely boring. So, what's the excited story you want to tell me."

"I've been in the ring today and I knocked out Tig."

He sounded proud, making her chuckle. "You're really bragging about beating down an old man like Tig? What's your next step? Smashing Piney in the face?"

He was silent for a while, making her shake her head.

"I'm joking. I know Tig's a beast in the ring. So how many K.O'.s before you won?"

"Uh. None?"

She started to laugh. "Liar. Send me a pic of that cute face of yours. I bet it's all bruised."

"Okay maybe it is."

"Send me a pic."

"I don't want to cause you nightmares."

"Nah those will be sweet dreams. Me softly kissing all those bruises." She bit her lip, she had said that before thinking.

She felt the heat spread through her body as she heard him breath in sharply.

"You'll send me a pic too?"

"You really think that's a good idea? Having pictures on your phone of your sponsor's daughter?"

"I'm the tech nerd, remember? I'll make sure no one will find 'em."

"If you say so. You'll be the one hanging."

"I'll take my chances. I have almost forgotten what ya look like."

She heard a cracking noise, before the line went dead. "Yeah right, tech nerd my ass. You can't even make a selfie without ending the call," she said, shaking her head and using the time to make a selfie herself, blowing a kiss towards him.

A few seconds after she had sent the picture, she received Juice's.

"Oh god," she chuckled as she saw his battered face. He however was still grinning, his thumb up. "You look horrible," she said after the connection was restored.

"Told you. You however... look even more beautiful than I remembered."

She rolled her eyes. "Yeah yeah. Don't get cheesy now. So how did it go last week? Already feeling a little at home?"

"A little. No, things went well, I started working with the cars this week so I learned a lot. And how was your week? And what were you doing at that emo party?"

"My week was... casual. Boring – in other words. My roommate dragged me to that party because her crush was supposed to be there, but she ended up in bed with another guy."

"And there were no guys you wanted to go in bed with?"

She grinned. "You think I'd pick up the phone if there were?"

"Yeah, I bet you were fantasizing about me calling you instead of ripping some college boy's clothes off."

"Nah. One of the last things you said to me was that I was a bad kisser so I can think of more exciting things than talking to you."

"Yeah? Will I still be the one you'll do those exciting things with?"

His voice sounded darker than before, causing a shiver down her spine. Heat assembled in her lower regions and suddenly she was dying for his touch. "You to wonder, me to know. Speaking of exciting things... You already had some luck with the ladies over there?"

"You mean your friend Michelle?"

She felt a blush creep to her cheeks. "You like her?"

"She's friendly. Gives good massages. And good advises."

She frowned. "Advises about what?"

"You to wonder, me to know," the teased. "No I like her. Just not... you know. To have sex with."

"Why not? She's hot."

He was silent for a while. Suddenly she felt nervous, her fingers were tingling.

"She's not you."

She closed her eyes for a moment, a paralyzing feeling traveled through her chest. "Juice..."

"I know," he sighed. "And it's okay, really. I'm okay with us just being friends, but I'm just not in the mood to mess around with other girls. I rather talk with you."

She smiled. Gosh, he was so sweet, and deep down she felt an enormous relief because he hadn't slept with someone else. "Okay... well then talk!"

"About what?"

"I dunno. Just ask me the first question that pops up in your mind."

"Uh... you got a belly piercing?"

For a few seconds she just stared forward, then she started to laugh. It sounded so serious while it was such a weird question that she just couldn't stop for a few moments. "No... I don't. Where is that comin' from man?"

"I dunno, you said 'the first question that pops up'. You had one in that dream I had... and ever since I wondered if you really had one cause it looked fuckin' hot."

She shook her head, still grinning, rubbing her stomach without thinking. "What kind of piercing was it?"

"Uh – two shiny gems."

"Damn you really have an excellent memory."

There was an awkward silence for a moment, giving her the feeling that he was calling up more memories than the piercing alone now.

"You had more of those dreams?" she asked even though she knew she shouldn't ask questions like that.

"Would you want me to have more of 'em?"

"Maybe I do..." she whispered, feeling the heat flame up inside her.

"Maybe I had..."

She could clearly picture his grin now, the longing look in his eyes. As her brain also started to create images of the things she wanted to do with him, she quickly shook them off.

"Abigail..." He cleared his throat. His sudden serious tone made her hold her breath. "Suppose we still have those feelings after a year... would you give it a chance?"

She sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Juice..."

"But what if... I dunno, what if we're just made for each other?"

She let out a sarcastic laugh. "Are you fucking serious? We just met!"

"I don't claim that we are," he answered in a stubborn voice that was actually kinda cute. "It's just... some people believe in it. In soulmates and shit like that."

"Trust me, as long as you're in an MC you won't be my soulmate." She was silent for a while. "Did Michelle talk you into this? Is she telling you that I might change my mind? Cause I won't Juice. All your brothers, they are all part of broken families. Not a single one of them has a healthy relationship. I don't want that shit, I mean it. I'm sorry. I just can't handle that after having been alone for most of my childhood."

"Okay, I get it."

There was an awkward silence. Abigail suppressed a sigh, sensing that he was more serious about her than they both wanted. "You think it's easier for you to forget about me when we drop contact?"

"No! I like talking to you. I can handle it, don't worry. I just wanted to give it another shot. It's not that I'm hopelessly in love or something, but well, I do think we would have been a cool couple. Or more a hot couple, I guess." He chuckled, then he sighed softly. "Is it weird to miss you? Since the little time we spent? I just wish we could sit on the roof and talk and look at the stars and be friends – well maybe friends with some benefits? For I obviously lied to you; you're a great kisser."

Her lips curled into a smile again. "I miss you too." Listening to his voice was great, but she wanted to see him, wanted... other things. Man, he was really messing with her head."Next time that I'm in Charming we'll spend the night like we did last week."

"And when will that be?"

"I dunno... I'll try to fix something within five or six weeks."

"That sounds a whole lot better than 'a couple of months'," he answered, excitement dripping from his words.

"Yeah, it does..." she admitted, wondering how they would feel about each other at that time. She liked the flirting, liked the attention but she wanted things to stay playful, making sure that neither of them would get hurt.

"Okay uh, I guess I better hang up since you're still supposed to be at a party."

"And you should find some croweater to nurse you with that mutilated face of yours."

"Nah I'm good. You just told me you like guys with eyeliner, I bet this type of facial decoration turns you on too."

She chuckled. "Next time try the eyeliner."

"Maybe I will."

She could almost see him wiggle his eyebrows. Laughing, she shook her head. "Good night Juice."

"Good night Abby."

Then the call was ended. Abigail stared at her phone, suddenly feeling lonely. She opened the picture he had just sent her and smiled.

He was right. He did look hot with those bruises, especially in combination with that irresistible grin. Right now, it was a good thing they were so far away from each other.