I knew as soon as I saw the old fashioned wooden sign reading 'Welcome to Charming – the name says it all' my life was about to change. Good or bad, I couldn't tell, and in a way I didn't want to but I knew it was going to be life-altering. I was doing this, I needed to do this, and this was my clichéd fresh start that all the cheesy girly gossip magazines constantly go on about. I took a deep breath as I crossed the invisible yet ever present line into the town of Charming.

My serene and for once calm thought pattern was disturbed by a low rumble in the distance, a sound I was familiar with, I kept checking my rear view mirror for a sign of where it was coming from but it took a while for them to appear. I saw them all at once; six of them, riding their motorcycles in a group as they came up over the hill behind my car. It didn't take long before they were right beside me; I couldn't help but watch them, memories of another life flooding back as I watched them disappear into the distance, the rumble of their engines growing distant as they became nothing more than silhouettes on the sunset lit road. It was kind of enchanting to watch really, a group of men brought together by their love of motorcycles, a bond shared that was so apparent to everyone around them, as well as to themselves, that it was surely envied.

The main street of Charming was every bit as pretty as you would imagine, it had a wholesome small town feel to it, each shop family run by locals, none of that chain franchise stuff you get in the cities. For me, it was love at first sight, this was the home I had longed for forever. I was driving at a snail pace, examining every shop name for the one I was looking for. The street was virtually empty; most of the shops closed for the night already. I spotted it, a bright pastel pink and yellow shop with 3D cakes decorating the sign and on top of the building. It was certainly more vulgar and outlandish than the rest of the stores but it gave the shop an edge the others never had. The sign read 'For Goodness Cakes', I had chosen it for the name alone, the rest was a mere bonus.

"Hello? Miss Mills? Hello?" I called out as I entered the store; the smell of freshly baked bread was almost engulfing me.

A very flustered looking short woman appeared from the back room, flour covered every inch of her yet she still managed to look completely glamourous. Her deep red hair tied loosely back and her dress, which had a vintage look to it, was covered by an apron that read 'Wine a little…you'll feel better!' This woman certainly loved her puns and I loved her for it.

"Amelle? Is that you?" She hugged me tightly as if we were old friends, I guess we kind of were now; we had spent every day for the past 3 months talking online. "I'm so glad you made it okay, I was starting to get worried. Come on, come with me, let me make us some tea and I'll see if I have any cake lying around." She looked back at me with a wink, as if for an audience that I just couldn't see.

"How was your drive? How are you finding Charming? Where are you staying tonight? It's so infuriating that they aren't releasing your apartment yet." She continued with her questions and statements, holding a conversation quite perfectly with herself, until I started to answer what I could remember from the first of them.

"It was fine, thank you. I haven't actually seen much of Charming at all yet, I literally came straight here. I was going to book into the motel on the road I saw as I drove into Charming."

"Nonsense, you will NOT be staying in a dingy motel on your first night in your new town. You will stay with me until you can move into your apartment."

"No, no, Miss Mills. I really…I will be fine in –"

"One thing you are going to have to learn fast about me, Amelle, I never take no for an answer and how many times have I told you? It's Lucy, you make me sound like I am some old crony, and I'm still in my prime you know."

She was, I was stunned when she informed me she had just turned 50, she looked no older than 35. Lucy and I talked well into the night, our tea drinking replaced with wine pretty quickly, and the cakes ever flowing. We shared stories of failed marriages (hers - not mine), disastrous dates (mainly mine) and we even treaded water on the subject of families (both of us clearly avoiding that subject as much as we could). As it turned out, Lucy had been anticipating me staying and had prepared her spare room into a quaint, boutique hotel room with everything a girl could wish for; she even had an en-suite attached to it, bliss.

The next morning I had an appointment with my realtor and landlord at my new apartment, I didn't officially start work until tomorrow so I was determined to push them for a sooner move in date – a week seemed like such a long time to finally get my life started. Well that was the plan until my car decided now would be the perfect moment to die on me.

"Shit!" I shouted as I beat my balled fists into the steering wheel.

"Problem, darling?" A deep voice questioned at my open window.

I turned towards the voice, ready to bite its owners head off, the last thing I needed was clever comments right now but I was rendered mute as I was met by the almost perfect half-smile. Is must have stared for a while, taking in all that was god-like about the man in front of me.

"Sounded like it was the engine to me." He said, instantly snapping me out of my trance.

"Er…Oh, probably. This piece of junk has been nothing but trouble since I got it. I have a meeting to get to; do you know any garages that could fix this within ten minutes?" I pleaded, desperate for him to know of some fast working magicians, anything is possible, right? I was half wrong.

"I own a mechanic shop just down the street, I'll call one of the boys to come and pick up your car while I take you to your meeting. Come on, put this on."

I didn't get time to argue, the man had already jumped onto his motorcycle. He wasn't

wearing a cut like the guys I saw on the road driving in, I imagined they were probably friendly however, they always were. I climbed on behind him.

"Hold on tight, babe." He said, revving his engine loudly as we set off.

We pulled up outside of my new apartment block; it was prettier than the pictures online, a tan-red colour with a few palm trees decorating the outside. It looked so peaceful, so tranquil.

"Thank you so much." I said, handing my knight in leather cut armour his helmet back.

"No problem. Would you like me to walk you inside? Make sure there are no monsters…" His smirk was so naughty, he'd obviously had much success with such a bold line before but I wasn't about to give him such satisfaction.

"No, I'm good, thanks."

"We'll see for how long." He muttered under his breath.

"What did you say?" I asked, I had heard but I wanted to see if he had the balls to repeat it.

"Oh, that I could tell you were a good girl. Hey, I better get going. Come by 'Teller-Morrow' later this afternoon and I will personally see to it that your car is fixed and waiting for you, free of charge."

"Really? Wow. I will, thank you again. Everyone in this town is so kind."

"Well, I wouldn't go that far, you just have to happen upon the right people and today was your lucky day. I'll catch you later." He climbed back onto his motorcycle and started the engine once more.

"Hey, I didn't get your name." I shouted above the noise.

"Jax. Jax Teller." And with that he was gone.

My meeting was pretty much a waste of time; they were not budging on the week from now move in date, which meant I had to hope Lucy didn't mind me staying longer. I took a cab to 'Teller-Morrow' around 3pm and was surprised by how empty the place was, almost deserted, the only movement coming from behind the window of the office door. I knocked, probably too softly, battling the butterflies in my stomach as I anticipated meeting Jax again.

"Come in." A female voice shouted out.

"Hey, I'm here to pick up my car, Jax said to stop by in the afternoon and it should be ready."

"We have a lot of cars here, darl. Do you have a name?" The smirk she was giving me was reminiscent of Jax's; I wondered if there was any relation.

"Amelle Coben, although I don't think Jax even knows my name…"

"Amelle…Amelle…Ah, here we go. There's a note by your name to tell you that you have to wait until Jax gets back before the car can be released to you. Your licence was in the car, if you're wondering."

"What? Why? I really should be getting back…"

"Who knows, but I can't break the rules, honey. Jax is the boss and what he says goes." That smirk was back. "Come on, let's go inside and get a drink while we wait, I'm sure he won't be long."

Gemma, she introduced herself as we were walking into the main building off of the forecourt, lead me into the bar which was decorated in a homely fashion, well that's if you count homely as a huge wall covered in mug shots of your friends, I spotted Jax's immediately. Who knew it was possible to have a mug shot that made you look like a model.

"Chucky!" She called out and a man with what appeared to be bionic hands emerged from under the bar, cleaning a glass with a towel. I'd quickly learn to expect nothing but the unusual in this place.

"What can I get you, ladies?" He had a posh British accent that threw me off.

"Really, British? What's next with you, you adorable freak?" Gemma asked. "I'll get a double vodka and lemonade, and what do you want Amelle?"

"Oh, erm, I'll just have a water."

"Amelle will have the same as me then." She gave Chucky and I a look that made sure neither of us argued with her ruling.

"Nice place you have here. Does Jax own this too?" I questioned, looking around from my stool in wonderment. From what I could gather, they were some kind of motorcycle club; it wasn't as intimidating inside a motorcycle clubhouse as I was always led to believe it would be. I actually felt quite at home here.

"Yeah, I guess you could say he does." Gemma looked proud.

"And what are you to Jax, his wife?" Her wedding finger bore a noticeable silver wedding band.

"Oh Christ no, darling, I'm his mother." She laughed, I giggled nervously back. "Jax is very much unmarried, although he's always looking." She winked at me and I blushed.

Gemma and I must have talked away for hours, our drinks being refilled at the first sign of emptiness, it was now almost dark outside and I was feeling considerably drunk. It was bordering the early hours of the morning and there was still no sign of Jax, much to my disappointment. The alcohol in my system had given me the courage to want to see him.

"I think I should just get a…woah." As I stood up, I hit against the table and came crashing down against the bar. "Ouch." I laughed as I rubbed my head.

"Come on, you need to lie down." Gemma said, holding me up.

"Just call me a cab, I'll be fine." I insisted, hardly convincing myself with my slurred words. She led me into the back room, it was decorated like a bedroom but I was in no state to notice anything much about it.

"Here, just have a nap. No one will disturb you, I promise. I'll wake you as soon as Jax is back." Gemma may have carried on talking but I quickly drifted off to sleep.

I was woken by the sound of a shower running, I struggled to sit up, my head was pounding and I still felt a little worse for wear. It took me a moment to gather my senses but then I spotted a cut and a hoody laid out on the chair infront of the bed.

'Oh no, this is one of Jax's friends room, get out, get out now.'

I quietly and quickly searched for my boots; desperate to avoid my impending shame I rapidly put them on.

"Good morning, sunshine." The familiar gravel toned voice sounded from the side of the room.

"Morning. Sorry, your mum put me in here, I had no idea it was your room. I'll just get my bag and I'll be out of your way." I hurried across the room.

"What's the rush? Mum's cooking everyone breakfast, we had a late one last night so everyone crashed here." Jax was wearing nothing but a towel; it took every last bit of my willpower to not have a peek at his body. Okay, maybe I had a little look and I was far from disappointed but I couldn't keep staring, that would definitely give him the wrong impression of me.

"Where did you sleep?" I sat back on the bed, worried I had completely blocked out a memory I might have wanted to remember.

"With you, sweetheart." He smirked.

"What?! Did we?! Oh god…" This could not be happening.

"Relax, I slept on the chair. I would like to think you would remember if we had…you know…although, did you know you talk in your sleep?" He looked extra attractive when he was being cunning.

"No…what did I say?"

"Nothing much that made sense, it was very cute." Phew. "Although, it's nice to know you think I am so freaking hot." He teased.

"I said that? Oh crap."

"No, you didn't say that but since you haven't denied you think that, we'll run with it." He gave me a wink and I could feel my cheeks burn a crimson colour. This affect he had over me was confusing, I barely knew him yet he could control my emotions and sometimes even my actions. A small spark of excitement was ignited by the vulnerability he teased out of me.

"We should head out to the bar, breakfast will be ready by now and you don't want to make my mom angry, she's a scary woman."

"Gemma? She seemed lovely last night."

"She's something, alright. I'm just going to throw some clothes on and I'll join you out there."

"Sure."

"You know, I'm totally fine with you watching me change but I'm all about equal opportunities. If you see me naked, it's only fair I get to see you." He stood above me with his hand clutching the knot of his towel, almost daring me to allow him to free himself.

"Uh, I'll see you out there." I quickly ran past him to the door.

"What a shame." He bellowed after me.

Walking into the bar area of the clubhouse was more than a little intimidating, the tables were filled with bikers and a few barely clothed women with enviable bodies. Of course all eyes were on me.

"Good morning, Amelle. Sleep well?" Chucky asked, holding a spare chair out for me at the only empty table in the room.

"Thank you, I did. This breakfast looks amazing, where's Gemma?" I asked, salivating over the piles of sausage egg bacon beans and toast on my plate.

"She had to get back to Nero; she said she hopes to see you later." Chucky poured me a fresh cup of coffee before heading back behind the bar to busy himself. He was quickly becoming a character I wished to know more about.

"Well I have to get to work soon but maybe I'll bump into her around town."

"Where do you work, sweetheart?" A charming Scottish guy leaned over to ask.

"For goodness cakes on the main road, you know it?"

"Aye, that's Lucy's shop. I know it well." I got the impression he had a history with Lucy, something I would be delving deeper into later on for sure.

Jax came strolling out; his walk was more like a swagger than a stroll, holding his pants up with his hand he sat down opposite me, his belt clearly was for nothing but show as they barely held up them up. That got my mind wondering what actually held up his pants.

"You have a pretty smile, care to share?" He asked, causing me to blush once again. I was sure he would think I was permanently a weird shade of deep pink at this rate.

"Oh, it's nothing. Anyway, I have to get to work now. Thank you for your hospitality."

"So soon? I was hoping to get a little more time with you. Would you like me to take you to work?"

"No need, my car is here, remember?"

"Ah yes, the premise for which I got you here in the first place. I'll walk you to it."

Jax walked as close to me as possible, our arms brushing constantly without apology as we made our way over the forecourt where my car was waiting. I stopped in front of it to thank Jax and to offer him payment for his work but he moved in closer to me, ignoring any motion I made to speak. I could feel his breath on my cheek as he examined every inch of my face with his piercing baby blue eyes; I was once again rendered paralysed, this time I was certain I didn't want to move. He moved a little closer, his lips almost touching mine then he moved to the right and planted a kiss softly on my cheek.

"Can I see you again, Amelle?" he asked with a sense of innocence, it was refreshing in all honesty. I didn't trust my words so instead I just nodded. Of course I wanted to see him again, aside from the obvious physical attraction I felt towards him, there was something so compelling, something that kept me wanting more and I was powerless to resist this feeling.

It was only when I had left the premises that I realised we hadn't actually exchanged any contact details. I sensed he did it on purpose, leaving me with little option but to visit the club house once more. He was very sly, I knew he was trouble but I wasn't deterred. The butterflies in the pit of my stomach finally vanished when I reached the main road.

You're playing with fire here, Amelle. I thought to myself as I drove on to work.

Hello :)

Chasing Butterflies is my very first SOA fanfiction and will be an on-going story, updated a few times a week with as many twists and turns as the show itself gives us.

Characters from the show will be introduced throughout, it has all of the main cast members that will be in Season 7 and I won't be changing their characteristics so you can assume you know them well.

If you have any questions or input please feel free to message me or leave a review and I will be sure to get back to you.

Thank you so much for reading, favoring and reviewing, it is very much appreciated and only spurs me on to write more as I know people are actually enjoying it.

I hope you enjoy the world of Amelle Coben and the story that unravels once meeting the handsome Jax Teller ;)

Stacey x

Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Sons of Anarchy or the characters in the show, that belongs to the genius that is Kurt Sutter. I own all original characters in this story as well as the story itself.