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Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters from Stand By Me.


Chapter 7

I laid against his chest, our breathing very heavy and in sync. My hair was matted down with sweat. Ray, Rose and Roger were banging on my door, yelling at me to hurry up.

"What we did wasn't right," I told him. He took a deep breath and kissed my hair.

"Why did it feel right?" I thought about it. All my anger towards him was out the window. I felt comfortable against his chest, my legs entangled within his.

"But what we did wasn't right," he didn't say anything, so I guess he was agreeing with me.

AN HOUR EARLIER

"Hey Minnie. We need to talk," he shifted on top of me and my towel went up a little more.

"I don't want to talk to you," I tried to push him off but he had me pinned against the bed. I was shivering as the cold air rushed up my body, goose bumps controlling my skin.

"But we need to talk," he said through his teeth. I looked into his soft, blue eyes to see them hardening with anger.

"How about we talk when you aren't on top of me and I am clothed?" He looked down at my chest, his eyes lingering, before looking back into my eyes.

"It's nothing I haven't seen before." I pushed him off me and sat on my bed, pulling the covers around me. He sat near the bottom of my bed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know where to start," he said.

"Who is she? When did you meet her? How long have you two been fucking behind my back?" He looked up at me and I saw guilt written all over his face. Good, he should feel guilty.

"She isn't anyone special. She just works at the diner and… I met her last year. She wasn't anything special and she still isn't. She's just my… we're just friends with benefits. That's all, nothin' else I swear. Sincerely."

"I still don't believe you," I stood up, still having my blanket wrapped around me, and walked to my closet to pick out the outfit I'm going to wear tonight. I felt his arms creep around my blanket, trying to get a hold of me.

"Get offa me," he obliged and walked back to the edge of my bed, sitting down. I picked out a white dress that has black polka dots all over it and it has a blue ribbon collar and a blue belt beneath the breasts.

I took it out of the closet and put it on the bed. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down onto his lap, my blanket falling into a heap on the floor. My towel was barely covering me. I tried to cover myself but he took my other hand and crushed my lips with his. I was stunned and for a moment I kissed him back, our mouths moving in sync with each other. When his tongue lazily slid of my bottom lip, I pulled away.

The corner of his mouth was twitching into a smile. Why did I let Ace kiss me? Why am I still in his lap? Why do I want to move? I'm comfortable where I am.

I got off his lap and went to my dresser, pulling out a pair of underwear and a bra. I quickly put those on and then brushed out my hair that was starting to dry out.

"Minnie please… She didn't mean anything to me. I love you. I need you. Do you know how happy you make me?" My back was suddenly pressed against his stomach, his zipper digging into my lower back. His hand skimmed my arm, causing my to shiver and goose bumps to evolve from my skin. I felt his hot breath tickle my ear as he spoke into it. "I love you, Minnie Brower. Cross my heart and hope to die."

His lips connected with my neck, sucking and licking and biting and nibbling. Anything to make me shiver to my core. A hand slowly traveled to the edge of my underwear, toying with it before dipping in and I cried out.

I felt him smirk against my neck and we slowly made it to my bed. I laid down first and he slowly climbed on top of me. We stared into each others eyes for a long moment before I pulled his lips down to mine.


"I'm still mad at you," I threw on my dress and spritzed some perfume on. I grabbed my shoes and opened my door, ready for dinner. I walked down the stairs and to the living room where everyone was seated on a couch.

"I'm ready," I told them.

"Finally!" Roger shouted. I laughed and put my shoes on. I looked around the living room, searching for my father. There was a half drunken beer bottle on the side table near dad's chair. I could see the drops of water falling into a pool next to the bottle. It was just opened.

"Where's dad?" I asked, motioning towards the beer bottle.

"He told us to meet him at the restaurant," I nodded and heard my door slam and saw Ace coming down the stairs. He pushed past me and opened the door. He started to walk out but stopped halfway, turned on his heel to say to me, "You can't always run away from me." Then he walked out the door. I looked after him and realized that he was carrying his pants in his hands. I smiled and Roger brushed past me.

Rose and Ray followed after him. I stayed in the living room for a while, debating on whether to dump the beer out. I decided to leave it alone and walked out the door, and climbed into Roger's/Rose's car. They share the car but Roger uses it the most. Rose usually walks around or gets a ride from her fuck buddies.

The whole car ride I was staring out the window, not paying attention to what they were talking about. Am I still mad at Ace? Why are my feelings all mixed up? Tomorrow, I'm going to go to Ace and see how I feel. If he's the one, then you'll have this feeling inside of you when you look at them, right?

"Minnie!" I snapped out of my own little world and got out the car, following Rose.

"You smell like Ace," she told me, her nose wrinkling in disgust. I sniffed in her scent. Smokes and aftershave.

"You smell like Eyeball," she flicked a piece of hair over her shoulder and sent me a cheeky grin.

We sat down at our table, dad wasn't looking too happy. He had a beer as his drink instead of a water. He was glaring at Rose. He usually smiled at Rose during dinner.

"Hey dad!" Ray said enthusiastically. Dad just sneered at him and took a gulp of beer.

"I gotta talk to you kids when we get home." Another gulp. The whole bottle. And another ordered.

"Sir, I think three is enough for the night." Our waitress told him. Uh oh.

"Excuse me! Who are you to tell me when to stop drinking?" He did the unthinkable; he slapped our waitress.


A/N: Hehe. (: He be drunk and hitting people like GEEZUS!

Hope you enjoyed it... Katherine.

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~Emma