Wanna see the sun rise?

Senna's POV

Forty minutes later all four of us are sitting in Jax's white Range Rover. As I reverse out of the bay Jazz pipes up from the backseat, "if this is your car Jackson, why aren't you driving?"

It is the rule with us, if we're in the car Jax doesn't drive. Not just Jax and I, but Beckett and the twins too. I mean he's not just a bad driver. He is a terrible driver. He has broken pretty much everything with a motor that he's ever driven and he has hit just about everything that there is to hit. Poles, signs and even the occasional paparazzi.

The amount of times on set for music videos that he's destroyed the props is uncanny. There have been cars, bikes, scooters and a golf buggy. all reduced to scrap metal. The only thing he seems to have any skill with is a skateboard, but then again it has no motor.

The last straw was when we were on the twins farm just before we left for this tour and he almost drove their tractor straight through their horse stable. God only knows how, I mean the tractor barely moves. We were just lucky that he took out the hay bales first, stopping it before it managed to any major damage. Still we had to borrow the neighbours tractor to tow their tractor out. After that we made it a rule that Jax is only allowed to drive when he is on his own. That way he is only a danger to himself and hay bales. At one stage I was seriously tempted to have Zander add it to our tour agreement.

"Ah, no reason. Just that SJ likes to drive,"Jax lies, shooting me a side glance from the passenger seat warning me not to say anything about his driving history.

"Why aren't we taking his car then?" she prods, clearly not happy with his explanation.

I pull the car out onto the road and open the sunroof letting the cool air in. "My car isn't made for four people."

"It's true, Jazz," Harri confirms from the seat directly behind me.

I look in the rear vision mirror as she says this. She looks up and catches me, and I make no effort to look away instead I smile and earn myself one from her in return.

Jazz hums and looks out the window into the blackness of the night, seemingly content with the answer.

"So who is up for a little adventure?" Jax teases as we hit the freeway.

"What else is there to do at 3am, but be adventurous?" Jazz says cheerily, moving her eyes back towards the front.

I see the corners of Jax's mouth turn up, "my kind of girl," he mutters under his breath. There is no reaction from the back so I doubt that Jazz heard him.

She unbuckles her seatbelt and scoots into the middle seat resting her elbows on the armrest between Jax and myself. "Turn up the tunes!"

"What do you want to listen to?" I ask reaching to turn on the stereo.

"Got any Gate Thirty Four?"

Harri grunts audibly from behind me, "Seriously Jazz. Can we listen to something else?"

"What like your precious Nirvana? No thanks!" Jazz says shutting down Harri's objection.

"Not a fan, huh Harri?" Jax questions with a raised brow and a knowing smirk.

Harri takes a deep breath, "they're fine it's just she is obsessed."

"I am not!" Jazz protests. Harri doesn't answer instead shakes her head, her black hair hitting her cheeks as if she knows that arguing is futile. "I just appreciate their music," Jazz justifies.

"And the way that Jax guy looks in a pair of jeans doesn't have anything to do with it?" Harri counters dryly.

Jazz laughs. From her perched position on the arm rest the noise travels straight to my ear drum. "No, that is just a bonus."

"So he's got a nice arse then?" Jax prods, still smirking.

"Well, yes. Since you asked Jackson. He does have quiet the peach," she answers oblivious to who she is talking to.

This time it's Jax who laughs, "I'll tell him that next time I see him."

Jazz rolls her eyes, signalling that she doesn't believe that the guy she knows as Jackson knows Jax or any member of the band. "You do that, Jackson. And while you're at it tell him that he is late. I have been waiting for him for far too long and I don't like to be kept waiting," she says sarcastically drumming her fingers on the armrest in mock annoyance.

"I'll do that," he chuckles completely aware of the absurdity of the conversation.

"Gate Thirty Four it is then," I say handing Jax the aux cord breaking the tension. He quickly connects this to his phone and presses play on Army of Ants.

As the beat starts Jazz throws herself back into the seat with a thud. "Oh I love this one. They were so fetus here."

"It was the one that started it all," Jax confirms, slyly winking at me. Truthfully it's one of my favourite songs and it takes all my strength not to start signing and give my disguise away.

I look in the rear vision mirror and despite catching Harri mid eye roll I see her lips moving in sync with the song. Looks like someone is a closest Gate Thirty Four fan, I think smiling to myself.

"We're here!" Jax announces a while later. He barely waits for the car to stop before he is opening the door and jumping out. It's almost comical watching him, he is the smallest in the band and we always joke that we need to get him a step ladder to help him get in and out his car given it's large size.

Looking around Jazz seems dubious, "and just where is here?"

"Why so serious?" Jax replies doing his best Joker impersonation.

"I'm not, and you're not funny," she counters pulling his green wig over his eyes.

"Looks like someone snatched your wig there Jackson," I tease as I make my way around the car, taking hold of Harri's hand.

Jax looks at me and whispers, "don't you know it!"

I knew that Jax and Jazz would get along but I am a little surprised by just how besotted Jax is with her and it's only been an hour.

Jazz on the other hand seems to be taking it in her stride and I am happy to say is one of the first people I've ever seen who gives him as much, if not more, sass than he gives out. I guess it helps that she thinks he is just some random guy called Jackson and not her long held crush. It's basically a sass match made in heaven.

"Sooo you haven't answered me. Where are we?" Jazz asks again with a raised brow.

"Calm your Jazz apples and follow me," Jax exclaims making a puns on her name as takes off in long strides towards the entry of the blackened building.

He pulls a set of keys out of his pocket and unlocks the doors, before silencing the alarm. "We're allowed to be here. It's my uncles place," he explains sensing the hesitation of the girls who are standing in the doorway with their arms folded.

"It's fine. Come on in," I say encouragingly.

I know it's not his uncles place. It's ours. We bought the place a year or so ago to basically hangout in, jam, write and just be boys in. I used to be mini golf and an arcade but we stripped out the arcade and built a studio complete with a ball pit and slide.

To be honest I was surprised and hesitant about bringing the girls here since I haven't been here in months and don't know what Gate Thirty Four evidence is around, but Jax said we'd only go as far as the mini golf which is largely untouched and so far this place has remained the band's little secret so there is little chance of them making the connection.

Jax opens the switchboard on the far right wall and pulls down the lever that turns the power on to the mini golf area. As soon as the lever clicks into place the structure lights up and sounds the eerie sound of a clown laughing echoes through the abandoned building.

"Well, that's creepy af," Harri whispers as she steps in closer to me, grabbing a hold of my hand.

"Tell me about it," I mumble squeezing it tightly, more for my reassurance than hers.

Jax grabs four putters which were hanging on the wall beside the long abandoned reception counter. "Let's go, losers."

"Who are you calling a loser? I'll have you know that I am the Lee family mini golf champion for three years running!" Jazz huffs stomping past Jax.

"Is that right?" Jax asks running to catch up to her.

"I'm not so sure those two were a good idea," Harri says looking up to me once the pair are out of earshot.

"I know what you mean, they're both...umm... extra?"

She looks up at me again, "exactly."

A moment or two later we find them both standing at a jungle inspired hole debating whether a lion or a bear would win in a fight. "No one cares, just hurry up and make your put," Harri interjects with fake annoyance.

The both look at her before they start arguing about who will take the first shot. They too busy going backwards and forwards to notice that Harri and I have already started playing and have moved on to the next hole.

It takes a good hour to make it through to course, thanks largely to Jax who insisted on cheating on every put. He did try to justify his action by telling us that it's only cheating if you get caught, which earned him a slap across the arm from Jazz.

"News flash, Jackson. You're not that stealth. We all saw you cover the hole with the horse on the cowboy hole." Jazz says calling him out.

Jax chuckles, "but did you really, or do you just think you did?"

"Shhh it's too early to be asking me to think about things," Jazz counters, wiping the smudged mascara from under her eyes.

"What's the time anyway?" Harri enquirers.

"Why got somewhere to be Queenie?" Jax mocks.

Ignoring his comment she adds, "know anywhere good to see the sun rise?"

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Quick author's note:

Hello hello wonderful people. Hope you're all well?

Soooo Jazz and Jax, do we ship them more than Serri? Or are you Serri forever?

Update: I accidentally pressed publish before I was ready but now that it's up I'm going to leave it. Thoughts?

Hoping to have the next chapter up soon, but off on another Tennis holiday so no promises. But I do promise to be back to regular weekly/twice weekly updates in two weeks!

-Trudz