I just watched episode 6x01, and 6x02 of sons of anarchy, and got an idea. I want to try and build a story from it. Let me know what you think!
"Ra, be careful. These steps are older than you."
I smiled at my brother's fiancé, and climbed up the aged stairs of my attic.
"You're the one that wants photos of Darnell for the wedding."
"I know, just be careful."
"Why don't you come up here and help me? This is your wedding."
"I'm terrified of attics. No fucking way."
"You're lucky I like you."
I stood up straight, and searched for the light switch in the surrounding darkness. I placed my hand on the wall, feeling for it.
As soon as my hand landed on the switch, I moved it upwards.
I looked around me, and my eyes searched for the boxes labeled pictures.
I did my best not to breathe through my nose so much. The dust was incredibly thick in the air.
I started to walk toward the corner of the attic, seeing a couple of boxes stacked on top of each other.
I opened the first box, while standing on my tippy toes. I tried lifting the box to the floor.
I failed miserably.
The box slipped through my grip, and busted open all over the floor.
"Ra, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, Tanya. Just slipped."
I bent down, and sat back on my knees.I started looking at the scattered pictures on the floor and smiled. They were most likely taken when my brother and I were eighteen.
I forgot to tell you. I'm a twin. I'm technically older though. I was born three minutes and fifty-two seconds before Darnell.
I picked out a few photos that would be good for the wedding, and placed them to the side for Tanya to see when I leave the attic.
I cleaned up the rest of the pictures when one stood out from all the other conservative ones.
It was me wearing just a sons of anarchy cut, and my black panties on a very familiar bed.
I turned the photo over.
My one and only.
I knew that handwriting. That beautiful handwriting belonged to Jackson Teller.
Ten Years ago
It was graduation night. My mom and dad threw a huge party at the house for me and my brother. I heard the sound of loud music and voices echo through my walls from upstairs. I just laid on my bed, pissed off.
My parents banned Jax from seeing me.
I think they are overreacting.
You wanna know why I can't see him anymore?
My dad caught us having sex in the laundry room.
I'm eighteen. Did they think I was going to stay a virgin forever?
A knock on my door made itself known.
Please go away.
The door opened and my mom had a plate of food.
"Come downstairs, honey. Everyone wants to see you."
"I'm not in a partying kind of mood."
She put the plate down on my nightstand, and sat down in my computer chair next to my bed.
"Raquel, we are just looking out for you. That boy has heartbreak written all over his face."
"You don't know Jax like I do. He loves me."
"He loves you? He said he loves you?"
"No, he hasn't, but I can feel it when we are together. We have been together for almost a year now. I know what he feels."
"He's eighteen honey. You really think he's taking this relationship as seriously as you are?"
"I do. And just so you know, I'm going to continue seeing him."
"Like hell you are."
"I'm eighteen, mom. I'm an adult, and can do whatever I want."
She stood up out of the computer chair, fury shining bright in her eyes.
"Since you're so adult, you can get the hell out of my house. Don't come back here till you start showing me some respect."
I got off my bed, and pulled on my black boots. I tied my hair back into a loose ponytail, and began to pack a bag.
I went downstairs and pushed past my brother's friends and my family. I went to the park where Jax and I usually met up at every night.
Clay pulled his stepson into a hug, and the sons held up beers, passing around Jax's diploma.
He pulled away from Clay, and looked at the hanging clock on the wall in the clubhouse.
Raquel is probably at the park already, and he's late.
Jax ran out to his bike. Before he got on, he reached into his pocket, and pulled out a dark blue box.
He opened it, and stared at the medium-sized diamond ring.
He smiled and put it back in his pocket.
Tonight was the night everything was going to change.
He was going to ask Raquel Patterson to marry him.
Opie and their friend Sean stepped in front of his bike.
"Hey man, where you going? You going to see Raquel?", Opie smiled. Sean's expression grew in disgust.
"Yeah, I am actually."
"No offense man, but you can do better," Sean suggested.
"Yeah, man. She's cute and all, but we are only eighteen. You know how much pussy is left untouched by us out there? Don't settle for the first chick you fuck."
"It's not like that, Sean. She's different."
"No. She's not. She is just another piece of ass. Don't fucking confuse love with lust. Her parents are doing you a favor. Just let it go. Plus, she's black."
He wanted to lay Sean out right there and then. But, what if he was right? What if he is over thinking his relationship with Raquel? Was he moving too fast?
"I gotta go. I'll see you later, guys."
His friends nodded, and they stepped aside as their friend drove off.
I heard the familiar sound of a chopper pull up in the parking lot. I got up from the bench, and ran toward the parking lot.
Jax got off his bike, and watched as his girl ran toward him. Her dark skin glowed in the low lighting of the parking lot lights. She smiled as she moved closer to him. He forced a smile, and he met her halfway.
I threw my arms around him, and kissed him with force. I didn't feel him kiss back though.
I pulled away and looked at him confusion.
"Jax, you okay?"
"No.. no not really. We need to talk."