A collab fic by Hollywood Grimm and TheVertigoDancer
Chapter 1, New Friends, New Enemies
Written by Mick, AKA Hollywood Grimm
It was a hazy overcast early September day when the moving truck pulled up in Castle Rock Oregon……
"We're here" spoke a harsh voice quite rudely, glaring at the two blonde teenage girls in the backseat of the beat up Ford pickup truck.
"Yeah, yeah" muttered the older girl bitterly, a sneer twitched the corner of her full lipstick red lips.
The rusty blue truck halted and the middle aged unshaven man driving it yelled "Get out will ya, the moving truck is already here"
The younger of the two sisters sighed and pushed back her straight platinum blonde hair, looking forlornly at their ramshackle 'new' house. It was a two story building with a basement and a few dirty windows, the tin roof was in good need of cleaning and repairing…as was the rest of the house. "I wish we were still in California" groaned the girl
"Stop complaining already Jayne" snapped the older girl as she angrily slammed the truck door shut as hard as humanly possible.
"Sometimes I wish I had a nicer sister" Jayne said quietly as she hiked her backpack straps higher on her skinny pale shoulders and closed the door of the vehicle.
Across the street two curious girls watched the moving van pull in "Someone's finally moving into the old Hanson house" smirked the older of the two, flinging her wavy coco brown hair back and eyeing her younger sister. "Do you still believe it's haunted Cherise?" she snorted, her bright blue eyes sparkling.
"I was 7 Melanie" she glared at the nineteen year old brunette with her pretty pale green eyes. "I'm sixteen now"
"Oh Jesus" Melanie burst into laughter
"…Huh?" Cherise said, furrowing her eyebrows and looking in the direction her sister was subtly pointing towards. Then she seen what Mel was laughing at, an overweight balding unshaven man wearing a wife beater shirt, overalls and work boots had just emerged from the truck that had only minutes before pulled up in the laneway. "Oh great" Cherise chuckled "Another drunken bachelor"
A few seconds after the man had entered the house two girls exited the truck. "What do we have here...?" Melanie said lightly. The first girl looked to be around the same age as Cherise, she had long straight pale blonde hair and green eyes that were noticeable even from the distance Mel and Cherise were at, she wore tight light blue jeans, black Converse high tops and a form fitting black t-shirt.
The second girl was something else, she looked to be around eighteen or nineteen, she had waist length platinum blonde cork screw curls and porcelain white skin, her face was thin with high arrogant cheek bones that were rouged with blush, she would have been a natural beauty but her face was marred with pounds of edgy black eyeliner and dramatic red lipstick, a tiny black dot probably drawn with an eye-pencil was placed above the right side of her lip in Marilyn Monroe fashion. She was extremely tall, Melanie could only guess…maybe 5'10 5'11 and curvy with full breasts and a round butt accentuated by her outfit. She was clad in skin tight black leather pants that made her perfect ass even more noticeable and an equally skin tight off shoulder black t-shirt made her breasts pop out, on her feet she wore scarlet red Stiletto high heels that looked quite out of place on the trashy blonde. She began strutting towards the house, her hips waving, her head flung up, her long hair flying back, high heels clicking on the cement, a faded leather jacket flung over her left shoulder.
"New girls" nodded Cherise, Melanie was still staring after the tall blonde girl. "Come on" the black haired girl grabbed her older sister's arm and began towing her across the street "Lets go meet them" Cherise grinned widely at the bewildered look on Mel's face.
"N-" Melanie never had the chance to finish the word 'no' because in a flash they were standing before the younger blonde.
"Hi, you must be new here" Cherise smiled, tossing back her short messy raven hair. "I'm Cherise Mansfield and this is my sister Melanie"
"Hi" the younger girl's full flower petal pink lips formed a grin that matched Cherise's. "I'm Jayne Nash and this is my sister Mercedes" she offhandedly gestured to the supermodel tall girl that now stood in the doorway looking just as bewildered as Melanie had a few minutes prior. "Come here Cedes" said Jayne, her emerald eyes dancing.
The trashy curly haired girl grudgingly moved to stand beside her sister; she walked like a model too, over dramatizing every step gracefully. "I'm Mercedes" She smiled, but it wasn't a friendly smile it was a vicious, predatory don't-mess-with-me smile, a smile Melanie had only seen one other person posses with so much bitterness; Ace Merrill.
"Melanie" spoke the pretty brunette, she returned the tight lipped smile but without as much malice. "So where are you two from?"
"California" piped up Jayne eagerly, but then her smile faltered "I sure miss it"
"Hey Castle Rock aint all that bad" laughed Cherise, punching her new friend lightly. "I can give you a tour if you want"
Jayne chuckled; Cherise sure was happy go lucky, always grinning, pale green eyes always sparkling with so much life and joy. "I'd love that but—I kind of have to unpack my stuff"
Melanie glared at Cherise meaningfully, trying to get her sister not to offer the two blondes help but of course Cherise being Cherise did just that. "We can help" she exclaimed
"Are you sure?" Jayne asked timidly
"Fuck yeah, it'll be fun with four of us" Cherise said giddily, practically dancing in place, she was hyper too Jayne noted with a giggle of her own. The black haired sixteen year old took a cigarette out of the pocket of her tight grayish black jeans and lit up. "You don't mind if I smoke?"
"No" laughed Jayne "I smoke too" Cherise smiled, Jayne smiled back…she had a feeling they would be great friends.
"You don't hafta help, I'm fine on my own" said Mercedes bitingly, her chocolate brown eyes running up and down Melanie's thin shapely body, summing up her looks. She had golden tanned skin, long wavy brown hair and lovely sky blue eyes that were at the moment cold and unamused, she was around 5'6 feet tall, pretty tall for a girl but nothing compared to Mercedes towering 5'10, she WAS pretty Mercedes grudgingly admitted, her eyes were big and her face was quite beautiful, but she didn't have presence, Mercedes did. As for the younger girl she was a typical tomboy but still managed to look pretty and feminine even with her badly cut short hair and straight-across-the-forehead eye brushing bangs. Her skin was even more tanned than Melanie's it was golden red, almost Native American looking. She was pretty but, thought Mercedes, Jayne was prettier.
"Fine, you don't want my help, I don't give two shits, it's not like I was offering anyways" Melanie said, her blue eyes stormy with anger. Jayne and Cherise looked at their arguing sisters before making their way into the house.
"You better watch how you talk to me" Mercedes said evenly "Now go, I don't want your fucking charity" And with that the sleazy trashy arrogant blonde slammed the door to her house behind her. Melanie shook her head in disbelief. In a matter of ten minutes she'd made a new enemy while Cherise had made a new friend.
As she walked across the asphalt road and back to her home only one thing stayed on her mind; Mercedes Nash and her bitter Ace Merrill smile.