Disclaimer: I dont own the movie, didnt write the book, or anything like that. So. Just. Ya.
Warning: Rated M for obvious reasons.
Written by: Rav
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Jump the Gun
Chapter One
Abigail looked out the window, her jaded eyes watching the passing yellow lines with boredom. She sighed, leaning back in the seat. "Dad, honestly, how long do we have until we get there?" she sighed, glancing to her father. Shane smirked, reaching over and lightly pushed her shoulder.
"Soon Abby," he replied, keeping his spare hand on the wheel. His daughter punched his shoulder, kicking her feet up on the dash.
"I hope so," she exhaled, glancing over to him with a chuckle. He rolled his eyes, flipping on the radio, Buddy Holly began playing. He smiled, sliding back in the seat. That was his favorite, as long as she could remember, since she was baby. She could remember falling asleep to it. It was funny to think, she could remember music, but not her mother. She shrugged the thought off, returning her gaze to the slowly passing road. Shane lightly tapped the steering wheel, mouthing the words. Abby rolled her eyes, smiling lightly. She turned on her hip, touching the glass. One lines. Two lines. Three lines. Dead opossum. Five lines. Something caught her eyes. She sat up, gluing herself to the window. A bright sign that read, 'Castle Rock - 5 Miles'. She pointed to the sign glancing to her father. He nodded, tuning the radio.
"No Duchamp, I'm not doing it," came Verns annoyed voice. Teddy rolled his eyes, coming up behind him.
"Come on Verno, no one will know," he replied, giving him a hard pat on the back. Vern shook his head, taking a few steps back. "What are you a pussy?" Verno spun around, furrowing his thick brows.
"Don't call me that," he said firmly. Teddy gave an expectant look, holding his hands out. Vern hesitated, but Teddy repeated the name. Vern was getting frustrated. He shoved Teddy aside, striding up to the 1959 Chevrolet Impala Sport Coupe. Teddy cleared his throat, following quickly. He double-took twice over his shoulder, making completely sure no one saw. Vern hesitated, jumping into the drivers seat. Teddy threw him the keys, jumping in the back. Vern stuck the keys into the ignition, and sat there. Teddy pushed his shoulder.
"Come on," he whispered impatiently. Vern bit his lip, and finally did it. Turning the key, the car sparked into life. "Haha! Purrs like a kitten," Teddy shouted, pushing Verns shoulder excited. Vern jiggled the shift-stick and stepped on the gas, squealing out of the back-door parking lot. Teddy shouted with glee, leaning out the window, "Take that ya fucking bag!" he snickered, leaning forward to turn on the radio. Vern sighed, shaking his head. He knew he should have stuck with Gordie and Chris. Teddy wasn't really the best influence. Today was a very productive day. They smoked some, didn't pay the bill at lunch, and were now stealing their teachers car. Great.
Chris was slumped over his book, half-asleep. Gordie came in, sliding a pop across the table. Chris sat forward, "Oh, thanks Gordo," he said, rubbing his listless eyes. Gordon nodded, sitting in the chair across from him. Popping off the cap of his own, he flipped a few pages.
"I'm starving," he said, rubbing the back of his neck. Chris took a long swig of his soda, and nodded in agreement. Gordie closed the book, shoving it aside. "Lets go get something to eat," he sighed, glancing at the clock on the wall. Chris sighed with relief.
"We have finish this goddamn essay," he said, taking another long drink. Gordie nodded, looking at the books. They liked to taunt him, he was even having nightmares about them. With all this extra work, he hadn't a lot of time to work on his book, which was becoming a chore in itself. He looked up, watching Chris unroll his cigarettes. Gordon stopped him.
"My mom doesn't like when you smoke. Come on," he said, standing up and leading his friend to the door. Chris followed, holding the squeaky screen door open. When they got outside, Chris could hear Gordons mother coming down the stairs. He quickly skipped two stairs down the porch and around the corner to the back. Gordie followed, wanting a drag of his cigarette badly.
When the pair reached the back, Gordie took his own out. Chris glanced to Gordie, taking a deep breath. "Hey, you ever see Teddy and Vern anymore?" he said, taking a another deep inhale of his cancer-stick.
Gordie nodded, "Usually down in town. You?"
"Ya, I saw them at the diner yesterday," he said licking his lips. Chris nodded, looking up at the late afternoon sky. His rubbed his arm lightly, it still hurt, all these years later. Gordie glanced down, blinking, he shuddered, remembering that long day. Several different beatings, a broken nose, fingers and a kick to the family jewels. He took a breath. "Hey Gordo, remember Ray Brower?"
Gordie nodded, "How can I forget?"
"Just wondering."
"Why, you think about it a lot?"
"Ya. You?"
"Yup."