A/N: This is my first Stand By Me fic, and since I love the movie so much and I think I've read nearly every fic in this section, I decided to write my own. I was in business class today being bored, and came up with this. Hope you like it! Oh, and I don't own Stand By Me or any of it's characters, but I do own Callie Jordans and her mother, so far. Read and Review!
I looked up from behind the boxes stacked up in my arms. The house wasn't anything special, small, with one floor, and plain, perfect for my mom and I. I glanced over at the house beside ours. I'm not one to judge, because I've lived in worse places, but that house was definitely in need of some fixing up. Shaking it out of my head, I followed my mother into the house.
My name's Callie Jordans. I was born on May 17th, 1947, and it's 1963 now, so I suppose that makes me 16. Birthdays were never big with my mom, and we moved around too much for me to make friends. Usually I just get a cake and a present from my mom, and other than that it's just like every other day. I have sea-green eyes and long black hair. I'm about average height for my age, I guess, and I have golden complexion. A lot of people tell me I'm pretty, but I've never actually had a boyfriend. Would you have time to have a boyfriend when you move to a new place every couple of months?
The inside of our house was nice, painted with warm, neutral colours, and had a big kitchen, not that we needed it to be big. Setting down the boxes, I peered into all of the rooms, deciding which one was going to be my bedroom. There were three bedrooms, and I picked the one at the end of the hall. It was also the one, I would find out later, with the window that faced the neighbor's house, the one the right I had been looking at five minutes earlier.
I went back outside to bring in more boxes. It was a hot day, being the end of June and all, and there were already droplets of sweat on my forehead. Picking up another box of stuff, I heard a voice from my right. It was a boy around my age, with blonde hair and gorgeous blue eyes. He was tall and muscular, as I could see from his white shirt, and he had on worn, faded blue jeans.
"Hey, I'm Chris Chambers," with a small smile as he introduced himself.
I suddenly felt very self-conscious, and quickly wiped the sweat from my forehead. "I'm Callie, Callie Jordans. I just moved here with my mother."
He nodded and looked over at the boxes on the truck. "Want some help with that?"
I looked at him carefully. He looked nice enough; he had gentle eyes and a sort of calm about him. "Sure, if you don't have anything else you need to do."
He smiled. "Nah, it can wait." Gathering up an armful of boxes, he followed me into the house. When we were nearly done, my mother emerged from the somewhere in the basement, probably turning on all the breakers. She greeted Chris politely and waited for me to introduce him.
"Chris, this is my mother, Bethany. Mom, this is Chris Chambers." They shook hands, and then she went to finish off the unloading, dismissing us from the job.
"Hey, I'm going to meet my friends at our tree-house. Do you wanna come?" he asked, and the look in his eyes told me he meant it, and was hoping I would say yes. So I went with him, besides, I didn't make friends easily on my own, and here was a guy offering me them. Not to mention the fact that he was really good-looking and I was already developing a crush on him.
We started down the road, Chris in the lead and me following close behind. I was getting looks from some people; prissy girls gave me dirty looks, which I learned later was because I was with Chris, who wasn't held in high regard, and adults gave me either look of curiosity, or looks of disapproval, again, because I was walking with a Chambers. I didn't care though, and kept walking, ignoring any other stares I received. Chris didn't seem to notice them, and was asking me friendly questions, like where I was from. You already know I move around a lot, but I was born in Los Angeles. When I told Chris that, his baby blue eyes widening in awe. I guess when you're from a small town like this, a big city seems amazing, terrific, even exotic. He wanted to know everything I could tell him about it, which wasn't much because I left when I was 9.
"We're almost there," Chris informed me after five minutes or so. I was about to nod back when someone grabbed my arm from behind me. I spun around in surprise, looking up at a tough-looking guy with blonde, sort of spiky blonde hair wearing a wife beater and blue jeans. He had a tattoo on his arm, but I couldn't see what it was of.
In the meantime, Chris had turned around to see me in the grip of this stranger. "Let her go Ace! She hasn't done anything to you."
"Shut up, Chris. Me an' Ace just came to see what all the fuss was about." This came from the guy standing next to Ace, one I hadn't seen before. He was tall with brown hair, and had the same tattoo as Ace, which I now saw was a snake.
"Apparently," Ace added slyly, "There was a good reason for all the fuss." He eyed me up and down with a smirk, and I shivered involuntarily. Chris saw it and took another step towards them.
"I mean it Ace, let her go." Ace stared at the two of us for a moment, and let my arm go.
"You better be glad Eyeball and me have somewhere to go," Ace said before turning and walking the other way, Eyeball following.
Chris looked at me, concerned. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine. Who were those guys?"
"Castle Rock's gang of hoodlums. The guy that had your arm, Ace, is the leader. He's had it out for us ever since the time we stood between them and the body of Ray Brower. The other one, Eyeball, is my brother."
I took all of that in. "Who's Ray Brower?" I asked, completely clueless.
Chris chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling. "Come on, I'll tell you while we walk. The short version though, 'cause it's a long story."
A/N: Sorry it's short. But I wanted to save Callie meeting the other boys for the next chapter, and I need to study for a math test. The next one will be longer I promise! And if I get reviews, it'll motivate me to update quicker! Thank you!