I NickNamed Her Red, Adrien Hywel [top 100 novels of all time txt] 📗

sure I said and Katie practically squeaked with joy. After she had given me the details and gone, I looked at Juice an overwhelmed expression on my face. Whoa, just turned eighteen and already working in a strip joint, he said smiling, I punched him in the shoulder I'm not stripping there, am I? I said my hands in the air. He sighed No, but you are kind of covering the main weekday spot. I gave him a weird look, how do you know that? I smirked. He paused, did you ask her if you were wearing a costume! He asked as he changed the subject and touched an extremely important point. Shit! I said and he laughed at me. I got her number, I'll call her tomorrow I said shrugging.

My (not so surprise) surprise birthday party, was planned to start at eight pm sharp, but with SAMCRO being the main guests. It was probably going to start some time later. I called Gemma and told her that I was coming home for a shower, when I got home I ran up the stairs and had a quick shower. I dried my hair and put on my black jeans, I looked in my closet. It was filled with VERY casual t-shirts; I had to dig to find a shirt that I haven't worn before. (The shirt is on my profile, I suggest you look at it NOW!).

Gemma called for me to get out, so after putting on my only push-up bra, and my shirt I grabbed my make-up bag, and waited for Tig to pick me up. Gemma had obviously called him, because he pulled up on his bike straight after I walked out the back door. He took me to the clubhouse, and got me another glass of juice. "I don't know why, you don't buy grapefruit" I paused and looked at the orange colord glass, "I mean it's much more, you know... well better" I said sighing. Tig laughed and shook his head "Your legal to drink a fucking beer now kid, why don't you do that" I smirked "I aint that good with hangovers". He smiled, "What are you going to do tomorrow, that will need you sober?" I smiled, "I'm learning how to ride a bike" he looked at me "Shit, I forgot last year didn't I" he said as he frowned. "Yeah" I said as I smiled.

"Who's teaching you" he asked, "Juice" I said, my expression blank, "Really?" he asked as he raised his eyebrows, I nodded "Hmm, that saves me some time ,and a lot of hospital bills" I laughed. After I did my make-up Tig took me back home, when I walked in I was welcomed with a "SUPRISE" I tried to look shocked, but I was defiantly happy. Gemma, with the help of Tara had cooked a lot of food; sausage rolls, cupcakes, homemade chips and dip, mini pizzas, angels on horseback. Then there was the cake, the ever so fantastically awesome, apple cake. I had a beer, my first legal one; I mean I had drunk before obviously.

I looked at the coffee table in the living room; it had more than a few presents on it. "Apple cake?" Juice asked me, I nodded "I love apple pie, and Gemma insisted on having cake, so she just made it in cake form" he laughed, "You ready for tomorrow?" he asked as he took a sip of beer. I nodded "Sure" I said, he put his hand on my shoulder, "You seriously want me to teach you, not Tig?" I smiled "You'r a better teacher, I mean I'm still recovering from when Tig thought me how to drive." He laughed again, "That bad ha?" he asked and I shrugged.

Gemma dashed into the kitchen.

"You better blow those candles out, or I will tell everybody that story, about you and that pair of glasses." She pulled me by the arm into the dining room. There was the two layer, apple cake, with eighteen candles on. Gemma started singing happy birthday, and the whole room joined her. "Happy birthday to you!" I blew-out the candles, then eventually blew out the one left. Everybody took a gulp of their drink, "Here" Gemma said as she handed me a small present. I opened it wearily, it was a small packet of, I paused gasping. "Is this permission!" I said as
I smirked, "No doll, It's so you don't get knocked up and ruin your whole life" I looked back at the packet of birth-control. "Ahh..." Tig said, as he finally understood. Gemma laughed, "Here's the actual one".

I looked at the packet, it was obviously clothes, and I opened it carefully. It was a beautiful black gothic dress (look at my profile for the pics it just toooo cool to explain). "For prom" she said and I just looked at her, "You are not missing prom, you will be sorry when you get old" I nodded obediently. "Its gorgeous Gem thanks" I smiled, a very large smile.

Tig passed me another present, "From me" I opened it, it was a black sweatshirt with guns on either side (the picture is on my profile, check it out when you look at the dress) "I'm guessing, I'm going to learn how to fight very soon" He laughed. "Thanks Tig it's great" I said, and I hugged him, "Happy that you do" he said and kissed my head. Tara tapped me on the shoulder, Jax was standing next to her, "This ones from us, Gemma said it would be a good idea" she said, and then handed me a wrapped box. I took of the wrapping and exposed a shoe box. "To go with the dress" Tara explained, I took the lid off. Inside were a pair of the most amazing high-heels I had ever seen. I gasped "I told you we should have gotten her boots" Jax told Tara, as I just looked at the pair of shoes.

"No Jax, there amazing, thank you so much" I said, and I hugged him and Tara. A lot of the commotion had died out as Juice walked over to me. He handed me a present, it was heavy and soft, I gave him a weird look "What, it's got to be better than that bottle opener Elvis got you" I laughed. I sat down on the couch, and he joined me, I opened the packet. It was purple, black and fluffy "It's a wheat heater; I thought you would find it much easier to put this into the microwave, rather than boil water." I smiled "It's the most useful gift, I have had all day" I put my arms around his neck, and he hugged me. I think it lasted a little bit too long, but I didn't mind. That night, I heated up the purple fluff-ball that Juice had given me, and went to bed. It reeked of lavender, I loved lavender.

´Now, put your left foot here´ Juice said, and he gestured at a point on the bike. He had found me an old Harley to learn with, so now we were on a flat part of desert, burning gas. I kept up with him, until early evening but after having an early morning, I eventually got tired. ´What time did you go to bed last night? ´ he asked me, and I shrugged ´Went to bed at midnight, probably fell asleep at one´ he smiled at me. ´Can't sleep at night? ´ He asked and I nodded, ´Neither can I´ he said. And with this one sentence I knew that I had won his trust.

Back home, I only one person had gained my trust. My best friend Steve, my only friend Steve, the Steve that I had left in Vancouver all alone. He was probably suicidal by now, like he was when I had met him. His mother had grounded him, after she learnt that he was doing pot. He had completely lost his phone privileges when I had left, so I wasn't really upset when he didn't call me on my birthday. He was a really good drummer, which was what had driven me to learn how to play the guitar. ´Were going to be, like the next White Stripes! ´ He would say when he was high, he played better when he was high as well. We played a couple of gigs, in some underground clubs that was how he got into drugs. I youst to go around his house when my parents let me, which wasn't that often. His mother was an ex-hippie, but was now very much against drugs.

We would lie on his bedroom floor for hours, listening to music, reading comic books, or if he had some pot on him. We would get high and talk about shit, I didn't really want to smoke, but I guess it was a good release. Those bastards at school had, other ideas about what we did when we were high. I had gone to junior prom with Steve, he didn't exactly ask me, he just saw that I was depressed and agreed to go with me. The dickheads that had seen us at prom together, started getting nasty the next day.

´You want to come round mine Tanky, I just got the graphic biography of Kurt Kobain´ Steve told me over lunch, as we sat at the highly populated table. ´Dark Horse? ´ I asked him, and he nodded smirking. ´What, so you can fuck her again! ´ A jock would shout from the other end of the table. Man did I hate the kids at my school! And so did Steve, it was the one of many things that we agreed on. I never saw Steve in a romantic way, neither did he see me, he swore that he didn't. Oddly Inonuf, he was also my first kiss, I loved him with all my heart, I knew he loved me too. So I didn't mind when he got high and kissed me, I kissed him back, and it felt good.

He was a good looking boy; I could only depict him as Ewan McGregor. His bright blue eyes, short blond hair, and built structure made him sort of a local heart-throb. But to me he was just Steve, I didn't think of him differently when I was high, he was still just good old Steve. Good old Steve, would come and pick me up from the border when my runaway plans would go very wrong, he would get between me and some whore when I was just about to have a fight that would get me kicked-out of school. The perfect example for his utter devotion would be, every time a guy I didn't like would start hitting on me, he would walk over to me, and put his arm around my shoulder ´Hey doll, is this guy bothering you?´ he would say and kiss me on the cheek. That would usually take care of the situation, I mean he was six foot tall, and he could be intimidating when he wanted to.

I suddenly realized that I missed him, infact I missed him a lot. ´We better be getting you home, its getting dark´ Juice said, ´Yeah, I want to show Tig my new skills´ he chuckled in response, and then lead the way. We ended up at the clubhouse, I saw Tig watching me intently as I rode up the car park. I got of the bike, took my helmet off and shook my head, my red hair falling softly on my shoulders. ´So you can ride a bike, you can play guitar, you can fight, you can sing, seems you have the makings of a great rock star Red´ Tig said laughing and he slapped me on the back.