A:N/ Yay! I love Sons of Anarchy and have been wicked into it lately. I'll try my best to keep to the characters personalities, but I can't guarantee perfection. I've never been good at writing male characters. But I do have several OC's that I will be introducing through out the story. Not all of them are significant and will be in the whole story, but some of them are needed for several scenes. I hope you all enjoy this!
Taylor ruffled her fingers through her auburn red hair and knocked on the wooden door. She looked around outside and breathed, her breath showing in the cool air. "Come on," she said impatiently and shuffled her feet in order to keep warm.
The door opened and Taylor walked inside, looking around. There were empty Chinese and pizza boxes sitting on tables through out the apartment. "What are you doing back?" The brunette asked as she flopped back down onto her couch and muted her TV so she could hear her friend speak.
"What have you been doing while I've been gone?" Taylor asked and she scrunched up her nose in disgust. "You seriously can't fend for yourself for too long." She looked around and kicked a shoe back into the closet so that she wouldn't trip on it later.
"How was Las Vegas?" Bridget asked, ignoring Taylor's comment and rolling her eyes. Clearly, she could have cared less about the tidiness of her apartment.
"It was…okay," Taylor said, attempting to sound nonchalant about the subject. The truth was, she couldn't stand to be home for much longer. There would be too much shit coming her way quickly, and she wasn't quite ready to handle it. Not to mention she didn't want to get Bridget into it, and knew that her best friend couldn't handle it even though she would pretend that she could.
"Did you get me anything?" Bridget asked with a grin, her perkiness was finally resurfacing. Well, at least for the time being.
Taylor sighed. "Yeah it's in my car."
A small pause filled the air between the two girls. Bridget waited to see if Taylor would elaborate on the subject, but quickly figured out that it wasn't going to happen. "And…what is it?" Bridget asked impatiently. She wasn't a very patient person, and Taylor had learned to deal with it over the years.
"Well," Taylor began slowly. "I was going to give it to you after you agreed to do something with me." She looked at Bridget with a look of pleading in her eyes.
Bridget raised her eyebrows. "Taylor you're my best friend but having a threesome with you and some guy you met in Vegas isn't happening," she said with a serious look on her face.
Taylor scoffed and tossed a pillow at Bridget's head, causing her to chuckle slightly. "This isn't a laughing matter," Taylor pleaded.
She laughed again and rolled her eyes. "Alright, alright," she said and threw her hands up in surrender. "What is it?"
Taylor bit the inside of her cheek and looked down at her shoes, then back up at Bridget. "How do you feel about a road trip?" Her shoulders moved up and she put a hopeful smile on her face. She knew that Bridget couldn't stand to stay in one place for more than a few years, but she also knew that it probably had something to do with who she was, and Taylor didn't mind. She had learned that there were things about Bridget that she wouldn't be able to change, no matter how hard she tried.
Bridget raised her eyebrow. "Since when are you all gung-hoe on road trips? You hate it when I drag you away for the weekend. Do you know how long a road trip would take?" Bridget could not believe what she was hearing, let alone from Taylor.
"I know, I know." Taylor held up her hands to tell Bridget to calm down. "But while I was in Vegas –"
"Which, I can't believe you did in the first place," Bridget interrupted.
Taylor shook her head. "I know. But let me finish," she said. "While I was in Vegas I got this sense of adrenaline from being somewhere that I never am, and I realized that I needed to go on a road trip with you to get the full experience." Taylor put a grin on her face.
Bridget raised one eyebrow and looked at Taylor with skepticism on her face. Taylor never acted this way. Taylor had always been the type of girl to do her homework on time and to get her list of things to do done before she did anything. She had never been the partying type and up until Junior year of High-School, Taylor hadn't had any real friends. So what was the sudden change that she wanted to live Bridget's lifestyle? She was unsure, but she decided to play along in order to find out.
"But here's the thing," she began before Bridget could say anything. "I kind of already picked out where we are going to go."
"There's no way you picked out someplace good," Bridget began. "So why don't you just tell me after I've packed." She swung her legs onto the couch and crossed them.
Taylor grinned. "So you're in?" she asked.
She rolled her eyes. "I suppose so. But I still don't get why you're so into this all of a sudden."
"I told you already," she said with a shrug. "It was Vegas that changed my mind."
The Next Morning……
Bridget shoved some clothes into her leather backpack and looked around her room. The white walls had been staring at her all morning. They were screaming at her. But for the time being, she was good at ignoring them. She had better things on her mind. Like, why Taylor wanted to go for a road trip so randomly. And why Taylor was acting different now that she was back from Vegas. Sure, it had occurred to Bridget during the night that Taylor had truly been changed from Vegas. But Bridget honestly knew Taylor and also knew that it hadn't been an option, not even from the start.
She wasn't like the other girls when they packed for somewhere they went. Unlike them, Bridget didn't carry a million designer suitcases along with a gazillion designer outfits. Well, not how she used to. She ran a hand through her brown hair, questioning if she should bring one suitcase full of things just in case. But she was unsure of how long they would be gone. A weekend? A week? Bridget quickly decided to ask Taylor.
She walked out of her room and leaned against the wall in the hallway. "Hey Taylor," she called out. "How long are we going to be gone?"
A silence of no more than ten seconds filled the air around her. Then Bridget heard Taylor answer. "I'm not sure. But you should pack your stuff for a couple of weeks. I might try and see some family in the area," she said.
Bridget raised her eyebrows but merely shrugged in response. "Okay," she said. She walked back into her room and looked around. "Well I suppose I will need a suitcase," Bridget said to herself. The thing was, she had no idea where she had even put her suitcase. She pressed her body against the wooden floor as she looked under her bed. There were so many items under there that she couldn't even begin to sort through them. But luckily, that's where her suitcase was too.
She pulled it out from the bed and a few unknown items got dragged out with it. "Sweet," she said sarcastically. She hadn't used the things in a few years and knew that it was about time that she did again. For the past few months, Bridget had been contemplating moving again. Maybe they would go somewhere farther from their original home. But she was unsure if she would be able to get Taylor to tag along this time.
A few hours passed and the two girls were all packed up in Bridget's car. "So," Bridget began as she turned the car on. "Where are we going?"
Taylor looked almost nervous to Bridget, but still waited for the girl to answer. "Charming, California."
"Are you shitting me?"
A:N/ Short, I know. But I'm tired. I'll have more and a longer chapter once I sort through story-lines.
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