Hey guys! Um, so I decided to make this story as sort of a look in the future of what might happen in Let the Flames Begin. You don't have to read the story for it to make sense.

Disclaimer- I do not own Stand By Me, but I do own Haylee Samerson and this plot!


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1965

I sat in class passing notes back and forth between a Eighteen year old Chris Chambers and Gordon Lachance during her English class.

I tried to pay attention in the class- I did! Sincerely!

But I couldn't help being pelted in the back of the head with pieces of paper every two minutes.

So, your really gonna go all the way to California with Teddy? One note said.

Probably Chris.

Its just for the summer. Were supposed to study San Francisco Hippie movement. And Teddy already said he was going there, so I was just gonna catch a ride with him, Instead of wasting twelve bucks catching a school bus.

Just a second after I threw the note to Chris, another Flapped onto my desk.

University of Oregon it read.

I wrote down:

So you finally decided you'll be staying here? I threw it toward Gordie.

I managed to catch a few words of what Mr. Hesse said.

"Shylock didn't want the gold, your right! He just wanted revenge from being called a Jew. Now is Shylock really evil? Is he really a villain for this? Well that is a really good question. He has been persecuted-"

Smack.

I looked down.

Good call. So your really into this whole Sociology thing huh? A couple years ago we figured you be some sort of artist.

I pretended to write notes down when Mr. Hesse look over at me.

Well, I signed up for several painting classes too, I'm not totally giving up on it. I stretched my arms and threw it at Chris, who caught it.

A note hit me in the eye as I was putting down my arms.

"Ow!" I yelled.

Chris stifled his laugh, and pretended to be choking, letting out a few laughs each time he coughed.

"Mr. Chambers, please!"

Chris held up a hand apologizing. "Can I get some water?"

Mr. Hesse shooed him out of the class.

Mr. Hesse turned over to me.

"Are you alright Ms. Samerson?" He asked worriedly.

"I'm fine." I said holding my eye. "Eyelash…got into my eye."

Gordie snorted, then cleared his throat.

I opened the note still holding my eye. I heard Chris laughing out in the hall.

Yeah, my mom doesn't want to lose another son.

I grimaced. It continued.

So where are you going?

I jotted down:

New York University. I heard its got a really good art department. And I'm getting really into the whole psychology thing. Look at us. You, off to write some best seller, Chris's gonna be the best goddamn lawyer this side of the US, and me, making the next Mona Lisa while being a shrink.

PS- MY EYE IS PROBABLY PINK BECAUSE OF YOU gr.

I threw it at Gordie.

Chris came back in and dropped a note onto my desk. The same time Gordie threw me one.

Chris:

HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA!

ok ok ok, um...what were we saying? Oh yea! Um, well good luck in New York! Wish me good luck at Portland!

Gordie:

HAHA! Sorry 'bout that! Well good luck in New York!

I smiled and wrote down on both:

Good luck, assholes.

End.