I forgot to Thank Mrs. Ace Merrill for the recommend she did for this story in her 'Confessions of a teenage nothing' Story.
Thankyou. Also for the idea for some of this chapter to. I hope you don't mind the little detail I changed
If your here becasue you read that recommend, thankyou for taking the time to read this.
It means a lot.
As always I don't own Stand By Me. Just Flick/Fliss
and also I apologise for any spelling/punctuation mistakes I have probably made.
Onward...
I knew I shouldn't have. But I couldn't help it. I was so exhausted.
I melted into him. For only a second as his lips gently brushed against mine. Unfortunately, it didn't go unnoticed.
It only took that second for his smirk to appear. And that second for the pressure of his lips to increase.
That smirk meant he thought he had won. But he always did have a tendency to underestimate me,
With lightening speed, I bought my hand to his cheek causing a satisfying slapping sound. Right now that was music to my ears. It wouldn't bruise, that hadn't been my aim, but he had pulled away from me, and it would leave a beautiful hand print on his face. If only it was for a few hours.
"What do you think you're doing?" My tears had dried. My sadness had been replaced with anger. I had got up from his lap, surprised that he hadn't just dumped me on the floor in a heap, and was now standing in front of him. "Don't even think about saying 'Kissing it better'."
He shrugged his shoulders as if he could care less. "Kissing you."
"And what gives you that right? You thought it would be ok? That I'd just kiss you back?" I had to put my hand over my mouth to shut myself up. If I hadn't I would have kept going.
"You're single aren't you?"
"My boyfriend died yesterday." I was now shouting, and my throat hurt with every word, but I didn't care.
"Single." He affirmed with a slight nod of his head. Words failed me.
Instead I screamed my rage at him and stormed towards his door. But I was not quick enough. He grabbed my wrist before I could turn the handle, and spun me back to face him, pulling me towards his body. Sadly, I was only tall enough to reach his chest.
Instead of seeing the face that I had grown up with, I was met with his chest, and a still slightly damp shirt.
He grabbed my shoulders tightly, an escape impossible, and held me at arm's length. He stared straight into my eyes as he spoke his next words. Not once did his gaze flicker. But his face became a little softer.
"I may not be your precious Denny, or a football star, and I'm certainly not a fuckin' straight A student. But I will always be here for you, whether you like that fact or not, that's the truth. " The look in his eyes told me that he didn't mean that in a nasty way. Just that we had been through too much together for him to simply vanish from my life like I once wished he would.
I had a feeling that tonight would not be the last time that Ace would comfort me about the events of the past twenty four hours. But that didn't mean that I wanted to be in his presence now.
He brushed a few stray hairs out of my face and tucked them behind my ear. He looked like he was having an internal struggle about something.
I wondered how fast I could run from the room, then the house. Maybe head to Teddy's. But I knew if I even tried, his grip on me would probably leave bruises, no matter how much he didn't want to hurt me.
"I should have told you when we were fourteen." He said now, leaning down so his mouth was next to my ear. I could feel his breath on the side of my face. It warmed me up ever so slightly. The kiss he placed on my cheek as he moved back to look at my face once more, sent shivers down my spine.
Ace hadn't been able to help himself. He had done something inappropriate and paid the price. His cheek still stung a little from her slap, but the redness would die down eventually.
He had acted like he hadn't cared when she interrogated him. And really he had cared. But he was Ace. He had to pretend he didn't care. Even if he had a gun pointed in his face, he would act fearless. He had an image to uphold. Even if the girl in front of him was his childhood best friend, he still made the effort to maintain his reputation.
But when she had made to leave, a little part of him had panicked. He believed that when she left this house in the morning, she would never return. He had instinctively grabbed her wrist to hold her in place and was a little shocked when she hadn't tried to run. But he could see it in her eyes that a part of her was thinking about it.
He told her the first thing that came to his mind. And it was the truth. He knew it, she knew, if Eyeball had been listening, he knew it too.
As he studied her face in the dark, he told himself to tell her.
To tell her the thing he should have told her when they were teenagers.
After whispering in her ear, and kissing her cheek softly, noticing the shiver it caused, he began.
"I..." He stopped however when blood began to run from her nose again.
"...Think you need a tissue." He finished instead, taking her hand and leading her back to the bathroom.
Ever since that night she had first crawled through the hole in the fence, her nose had never really been the same. Looks wise, it was fine. But whenever she was too hot, stressing or upset, it would bleed again, leaving her pale and a little weak.
Half an hour later, my nose had finally stopped. Ace had led me back to his room, but I hadn't climbed into his bed as he had done.
He had thought I would crawl in when I was ready, but instead I had sat on the windowsill again and waited for him to fall asleep.
When I knew that he was busy in Dreamland, I took my opportunity and snuck out of his room.
I had been about to leave the house altogether when I spotted Eyeball on the couch. He had always looked so innocent when he was asleep, and the temptation to tuck him in, as I used to tuck Chris into bed when we were younger, was too much. I silently walked over and pulled the blanket up to his chin.
I was grateful for Eyeball. He had always been the one to keep me sane when Ace had been a handful.
And he had been the one to hold me when I needed someone the most tonight.
I hadn't bargained on him being only half asleep though.
So when he opened his eyes, I stood up straight and made to leave when he whispered my name.
"Don't go." He told me. The pleading in his tone made me freeze. As kids, he had never asked much from me, just friendship and a place to stay every once in a while when his Dad became too much to bear.
I turned back round to face him to find that he was holding the blanket up, silently asking me to join him.
"I won't tell Ace." He promised. I couldn't help the tiny tug I felt on the corners of my mouth as I made my way back over to him.
I lay down next to him. He draped me in half of the blanket and left his arm round my waist. I didn't mind. I knew his intentions were purely friendly. I used to look forward to nights like these when we were kids, when it would just be me and Eyeball. I had loved Ace's company too, but moments like these were cherished. It was hardly ever just me and Eyeball.
I hadn't realised how cold I was until I was wrapped up snugly next to him. Making myself comfortable, Eyeball already asleep again, a sudden realisation hit me.
My eyes flew open to stare at the blank and cobwebbed ceiling.
If I hadn't wanted Ace to kiss me, then why had I felt something when his lips had been pressed against mine?
A/N: Pleaseeee let me know what you think?
Also if you have any chapter ideas that you would like me to attempt PM me and let me know
It can be Ace/Flick, Eyeball/Flick, Flick/Teddy/Chris/Gordie/Vern It doens't even have to have Flick in it.
Love Always...
