AN: Okay so I just saw Super 8 a few days ago and fell absolutely in love with it! The story line was suspenseful and emotional and the acting was great! The ending kinda left me hanging a lil' bit but I can deal with it. Anyways... after I saw it I was like..." I have to see if there are any stories for this!"... and there wasn't even a category for it so... I was bummed... But now there is one! Yay! I can't wait to see what other authors post and hopefully people will read this... soo... yeah... sorry for ranting kinda.

So the story is practically the same as the movie with another character added in. (I just realized all of my stories have Ocs... oh geez...) Lets see how much one person can change things. Enjoy! :)

Pairings: Joe/Alice, Joe/Oc Flirty Friendship, Oc/Cary


Chapter 1

"Remember me and smile, for it's better to forget than remember me and cry." - Unknown


The house was crowded with friends and neighbors trying to comfort them, console them. Deputy Lamb looked grateful for the support but his eyes were empty. He seemed lost without his wife. Joe distanced himself from the gathering, grieving alone. It was obvious that Joe and his dad weren't very close. I could tell it was hard for Joe, with his dad keeping him at arms length, having nobody to hold him and let him cry. I looked out the window and over to the swing set where Joe sat holding his mother's locket, lost in memories.

Obnoxious chatter from my friends next to me brought me out of my observations. Will they ever learn to shut up? I turned and glared. Charles seemed unaffected by the solemn event, eating up a storm, as if the death of his best friend's mother didn't bother him at all. Martin and Preston both looked sick at the idea of eating right now. And Cary... well he was being his usual self, messing with Charles and surprisingly not talking about blowing something up. I sighed. They'll never change.

Funerals bring back bad memories. My gaze drifted toward the window again. Just as I was about to drift off into my thoughts, I noticed they were all looking at me with expectant faces.

"Huh?" I said, oblivious to what they wanted.

"Do you wanna help?" asked Charles with a hopeful expression.

"With what?" I questioned, still clueless.

"With the movie I'm gonna make," he said exasperated.

"Depends, what am I gonna have to do?" I replied.

"Well, I'm still brainstorming on what the movie is gonna be abou-" He was interrupted by a commotion in the living room. We all moved to the door way of the kitchen to get a better look at was going on.

Mr. Dainard was being cuffed and pulled out of the house by a furious Deputy Lamb. I pushed my way through the confused crowd and followed the pair out the front door, not bothering to see if anyone else followed.

Standing in the on the front porch, I could hear Mr. Dainard trying to explain to the Deputy that he had pure intentions and had only come to pay his respects... his explanations were ignored as the Deputy shoved him into the backseat of his cruiser and slammed the door. I have no idea why that would upset him this much. The Deputy looked over at Joe and told him he would be back soon, before turning to me and giving me a nod.

I hopped down from the front steps and over to the swing set where Joe sat watching the ordeal in similar confusion. He turned his gaze from his father's cruiser that was backing out of the driveway to me. After noticing what I was wearing, a ghost of a grin was placed on his lips.

"Nice dress," he said with a small smirk.

"Shut it," I replied irritably tugging at the hem of the abomination I was forced into wearing. I had told my aunt that it didn't matter what I wore to the funeral because nobody would be looking at me or what I was wearing, but she had insisted and I was too busy being worried about Joe to bother arguing with her any more.

"No, really. You should dress up more often. It'll remind everyone that you're actually a girl," he said with a chuckle.

"Harty Har Har," I said sarcastically while plopping down onto the swing next to him and stared at the gray sky. The color seemed fitting for such a sad day.

After a few minutes of silence, I glanced over at Joe, who was once again turning the locket around in his hand. I got up off the swing and stood in front of him. Joe looked up at me with a questioning gaze.

I then leaned down and pulled him into a tight embrace.

He seemed shocked at first but after a moment, he overcame it and hugged me back just as forcefully.

"Just so you know, I'm here if you need me. You know to talk and stuff," I said quietly.

He laid his head on my shoulder and replied, "Thanks Andy."

After a while, we then released each other and I returned back to my spot on the swing beside him. And I was determined to stay by his side for as long as he needed me.


Okay so that was the first chapter, sorry it's so short... Hope you liked it! Let me know if there were any mistakes! My memory is a little foggy on some parts so sorry if I messed anything up!

More is on the way!

P.S. My character's name is Andrea but everyone just calls her Andy... so yeah... hope she's not Mary-Sue-ish.

(To the readers of my other stories, DO NOT give up on me! I plan to finish all of them in due time... most of them will be revised... but they will be finished! I am determined! Plus some IDEA CONTRIBUTIONS would be GREATLY appreciated!)