It was around ten on a Saturday night. The Cobras were heading down to the pool hall as usual. Normally she would play and win every game. Sometimes they'd hustle people. Other days when she didn't feel like playing but had to hang out, she would lean against the wall outside and smoke and steal wallets. Tonight was one of those nights.

Alice just wasn't in the mood to hang out with The Cobras right now. Ever since last week when she had that little fiasco with Chris, she just felt weird. And her distance didn't go unnoticed by Ace either.

"Go down to the Chambers place and tell Eyeball to come down here. I don't know what the fuck he's doing." Ace was calling her from the phone in the bar. She was still at home.

She started her walk over to the Chambers house. It didn't really occur to her in the moment that Chris could possibly be home. But she didn't care. She just wanted to go home and wallow in sorrow.

The house always freaked her out a little. Maybe it was the fact it was in shambles and it looked like no one lived in it at all. Or maybe it was the people in it, especially the father. Alice was always grateful she didn't have a father like that. Not that Ace was replacement parent of the year but he didn't beat on her like theirs did.

Chris answered the door. She wasn't expecting him. "Is Eyeball here?"

"No. He just left. Something about meeting Ace."

"Oh well good. That's what I was coming to see him for."

When she went to leave, Chris followed her outside. "You can stay and we can hang out if you want."

"Why would I want to hang around a no good Chambers kid?" Her facial expression killed him.

"What? I thought you were different. I thought we were friends."

"Yeah well you thought wrong," she spat. "I never liked you Chambers. So don't try to fix me up with your friends or try to kiss me yourself. You're trash."

She was speaking out of anger. Anger at him for not trying harder. Anger at The Cobras for making everything so damn difficult. But mostly anger towards herself for not letting him in.

"Yeah well you're right; I shouldn't have tried to. Because it's obvious that you're just Eyeball's whore of the week anyways!"

Something snapped inside her at the moment. She threw a punch at his face and he actually fought back. They started fighting eachother hard. They were rolling on top of eachother on the ground, until they were bruised and black-eyed.

Eventually they stopped. It was like they had realized that neither was really serious about what they said. It had just come out in frustration.

It happened again, she could feel it in her stomach. It was all jumpy and nervous just like that night by the tree house. He was lying on top of her after they had stopped rolling around on the ground, kicking each other's asses. They were breathing heavy, faces only inches from each other. Then Ace and The Cobras showed up.

"Well what the fuck do you know about this?"

Alice threw Chris off of her. Ace was mad and he was out for blood. First, he was just pissed because he saw Chris laying on her. But then, in the light from the street lamp above, he saw her face.

"Why are you here? Weren't you guys playing pool?" Her voice was shaky and she could smell the beer on his breath.

"We got in a little fight, got kicked out. Thought maybe we'd head out and do something else and look at what we find."

Ace walked over to her and touched her face gently. He could see the bruising, the blood. And it was all that Chambers kids fault.

He walked over to Chris, who was frozen to the spot. Maybe he just thought running would only make it worse. Alice could see his switchblade glinting in the dim overhead light. But she couldn't say anything. It would only be worse.

In an instant, it was swept across Chris' arm in a deep cut.

Ace just laughed. "Don't fuck around with her again." The Cobras stalked off to go find another bar or go pass out at home or something.

Chris sat on the curb, unsure what to think now. Alice sat next to him and took her over shirt off. She removed her sunglasses to see better and then crumpled the shirt and stuck it to the wound to soak some of the blood up.

Chris saw it in her eyes. They were a light brown, with an odd yellowish tint. Ace's eyes. He knew now why she had came for Eyeball or why Ace had been so protective.

"Are you his sister?"

"Yes." She hung her head, ashamed.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I don't know. Maybe I just figured you wouldn't like me otherwise, because my older brother is a Cobra."

"Well you liked me, and my older brother's a Cobra."

"Yeah but it's different."

Silence passed the time. She sat there next to him, holding her blood soaked shirt onto his arm. This time it was an uncomfortable silence though, not a pleasant one.

"Do you really think I'm a no good Chambers kid?"

"No. I never have. Do you really think I'm a whore?"

"Never have, never will."

"You know, I'm really surprised you actually fought me this time. You don't seem like the type."

Chris pretended to look offended. "I can assure you I'm tougher than you. I'll take you right now even with this arm."

"Oh really? Bring it, Chambers. We can pick up right where we left off."

Chris swiftly tackled her to the ground so he was lying on top of her again. He could see it in her eyes this time, the way she looked at him. She had to like him.

He leaned in slowly, so not to scare her off again. His lips pushed against hers gently at first, but she put her hand on the back of his neck and kissed him back. It became harder and more passionate. They had both wanted this for a very long time. Chris could feel the kiss in every fiber of his being. The crowd was definitely going wild now.

Once the kiss broke, they stayed like that for a moment. Just staring at eachother and breathing heavily.

"That sounds about right."

*In case you didn't totally get the last line... In reference to earlier when she says that they can pick up right where they left off... Get it?*