When I came back in, Gordie had laid down the bottles on the floor, Teddy had kicked back on the sofa, tucking into a bowl of potato chips, and Vern was humming along to some song.

"Oh gee!" I faked sarcastic excitement, "This party is gonna be hella good!"

"Fuck you Andy" Gordie laughed, "There's only five of us, you should have let us know if you wanted to invite the Cobras!"

I rolled my eyes, "Who knows? Maybe they would have made the party more exciting!"

"Or shitty?" Chris butted in, and I shoved him.

"Shut up Chris, I like the Cobras"

"Yeah, especially Ace!" Chris rolled his eyes, and stuck out his tongue. I gasped loudly, and rammed my elbow into the pit of his stomach.

"You little bitch!" I hissed, as Gordie gave me a 'what the hell' look, not understanding why I had just winded Chris. Teddy smirked at me.

"Ouch, Andy" Chris groaned, "I think you've knocked my stomach into my back!"

"Aww Chris, I'm sorry" I pulled a face, and gave his stomach a rub. He made whining noises whilst I just laughed. When I looked back up, the three boys were watching me in an awkward awe. Chris spluttered with laughter.

"So…" he tried to break the awkward silence, "Who's having the first beer of tonight?"

Both Teddy and I jumped up at the same time, waving our arms up in the air.

"Me! Me!" We both screamed, bouncing like we'd just eaten a dozen sugar coated Twinkies. I shoved Teddy, making him fall back to the sofa, and grabbed at a beer.

"Gimme! Gimme!" Teddy snatched it out of my hands and I scowled.

"Oi – enough, both of you!" Chris snatched the bottle out of Teddy's hand, "You're acting like animals!"

"Party animals" Teddy hooted, and laughed noisily, "Hell – it's the only things that's gonna make this party interesting, now – let us have the beers!"

"Yeah Chris!" I said in baby voice, "We're gonna party like it's 1999!"

Vern looked puzzled, "But I thought it was 1964?"

We all rolled our eyes at him, and all grabbed a beer.

"Lets do this!" I whooped, as we cracked open the first load of our beer for tonight, "Let's rock this night!"

"Cheers!" Gordie shouted, as we all clunked our bottles together, "To a great summer and awesome friendship!"

"Cheers!" we all agreed, and took our beers to our lips, knocking them back together. I tasted the cool alcohol rushing around down my throat, and breathed out happily.

This is what summer is all about!

***

Gordie took out all his records and brought the record player downstairs, putting it into the corner so we could all have a dance. The speakers blew out the wondrous rock 'n' roll legend that was Elvis Presley, and all at once, we kicked off, jiving across the room, singing to Hound Dog. Teddy bounced on the sofa, his beers still in his hands and dripping. Vern just jumped on the spot, not knowing what to do, whilst Gordie, Chris and I sang and spun, stopping only for mouthfuls of beer.

Upon hearing a knock on the door, I stopped suddenly.

"Quick Gordie, turn it down, it might be the neighbours!" I hissed, and ran to the door. Gordie cursed loudly, commanding Teddy to hide the beers quickly, Chris ran to the door with me. They knocked again.

"Who is it?" I asked innocently, pressing my face to the door.

"You've gotta guess" came the familiar sounding slur, followed by masculine laughter. I gasped in horror.

"You!" I hissed through the door.

"Open up Andy, we got a little surprise for you!"

"Who is it?" Gordie poked his head around the door, suspiciously. Chris stepped in.

"Don't worry, we got it under control" Chris said firmly, "Just turn the music back up and forget about it"

Gordie nodded, anxiously and Elvis was turned back up. Chris came up behind me.

"You invited the Cobras?" he said shocked. I shook my head wildly.

"No way!" I hissed, "Do you think I'm that stupid?"

"No"

"Good, just let me handle this"

"No Andy, I'm staying with you"

"Fine" I rolled my eyes, and pressed my head back to the door.

"What do you want, Ace?" I asked in a sigh.

"We don't wanna come in," Ace said, seriously.

"Then why are you at my door?" I asked, not taking him seriously.

"Yeah Ace, fuck off" Chris said harshly.

"Is that my faggot brother?" I guessed that was Eyeball (or Richard, as I loved to tease him) who was talking.

"Yes Richard, he's here," I said softly in a singsong voice. Eyeball (Richard!) cursed loudly, and Ace laughed.

"Look Andy, seriously, just open the door" he said sincerely, "I have something for you"

I shared a look with Chris, who was determined for me to turn The Cobra's away, his eyes burned daggers through the door, and he was stood, hands on hips, against the door.

"You're not letting him in" Chris demanded. I shook my head.

"Aw come on Chris! I wanna see what they've got"

"A knife probably!"

"Don't be such a douche Chris" I gave in, and unlocked the door, opening it up. Chris grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back.

The door swung open, and Ace stood with Eyeball, Billy, Charlie and Fuzzy. They all looked at me, with Chris's arms around my waist and smirked, nudging each other.

"I see Chambers isn't too happy about us disturbing your good time" Ace sniggered, stepping inside the house. I flung his arms away quickly stepping towards Ace, brushing myself down.

"Gordie is gonna flip if he finds out you're in his house!" I said calmly, "Can't you stay on the porch?"

Ace looked around, hands on hips, nodding to himself, "Not bad, not bad. Could do with a paint job though" he smirked and looked down at me, "I gotta stay on the porch like a dog?"

I ran my fingers through my hair, "Well I didn't invite you in, so yes"

I noticed Chris and Ace both staring at each other with hate in their eyes. Chris breathing heavily, arms folded, and Ace just standing there with attitude.

"You look good Andy" Ace said softly, trying to change the subject, "What the fuck you doing with this faggot is beyond me"

"Fuck you Ace" Chris said firmly, "Get out of this house, and find some ugly fat broad to suck your little shrivelled up dick"

"Stop it now!" I stood between them, tapping my foot impatiently, "Ace – whatever you came here for, just give it to me. Chris – go back into the living room and wait"

"Andy" Chris protested, "I'm not leaving you with this asshole!"

I turned around to face Chris, "I'm sorting this" I said sternly, "I don't need protection, I'm capable of looking after myself"

I turned around to face Ace, who was leaning against the wall, sighing impatiently.

"Ace, you can't be here"

"Fine, I'll go"

"Good"

"Why don't you come along with me?" Ace asked, in his deliciously sexual voice, "You'd have a better time?"

"No Thankyou Ace. I'm having a good time here"

"Are you sure about that? Sounds like shit coming from the living room"

"You're not a fan of Elvis, I see"

"I'm not a fan of kids parties"

"Ace, go. Now!"

I grabbed his arm and opened the door again. The rest of the Cobras were standing against Ace's black car, passing around smokes. They watched as I turfed Ace back outside.

"Thankyou for dropping by" I said sweetly, "But I'm not interested in going out with you tonight"

The Cobra's all sniggered as Ace swaggered back over to the car. He clicked his fingers and they all shut up quickly. He turned back to face me.

"If you change your mind, we're in Irby's…" He trailed off as he climbed into the drivers seat, "There's a crate of beers by the window for you"

Sure enough, as I looked over, I noticed he was telling the truth, and that there was a crate, just outside the front, filled with bottles of beer. I shook my head, surprised.

"No way! I can't have them!"

Ace nodded, "If you're ever gonna have a good time tonight, beer is the only way"

He started the car, and I had an enormous urge to run over and give Ace a hug. I turned around, noticing that Chris too had noticed the beers, and was shaking his head in disbelief. We both watched as Ace backed out of the drive, without even looking and started to speed off down the road. I stared over at Chris.

"Ace isn't as bad as you think" I smiled, "He left us beers"

"I noticed," Chris mumbled, "I can't believe you told me to go wait in the living room like a freakin' child!"

"You were acting like a freakin' child!"

"No, I just didn't want to see you cut up!"

I rolled my eyes, "Chris, I'm okay. Ace likes me"

"Yeah, as a bit of new pussy"

"Don't be horrid!"

"Don't be so naïve"

I sighed hard and stormed over to the crate, picking it up. It was heavier than I had thought, and I heard Chris come up behind me.

"Here – let me help"

He picked up the other side of the crate, and started to walk back indoors with it. We both said nothing.

"Sorry Andy" Chris said suddenly, "I just don't want to see you with Ace"

"Yeah, well, Ace is alright I think, deal with the fact I like him too"

"Not in that way?"

"God no!" I said surprised, "Hell – I know my limits!"

"Good" Chris said softly, "He would use you like toilet roll"

I laughed slightly, "Chris, it's cool, he's got us beer, just be thankful"

Chris sighed lightly, "I guess I can handle drinking his beers"

"Good" I smiled, as we entered the living room. Gordie was sat on the sofa with Teddy and Vern anxiously. They all gasped when they noticed the crate.

"Jesus H Christ!" Teddy exclaimed, "Where did those come from?"

I blew up my fringe and shrugged, "Eh – just some extra beers from a friend…"

"But who?" Gordie began, but I turned the music back up and began cracking bottles open; ready to start the night over again.

Hi! Okay, another chapter is up! I kinda rushed this one to get ready for the next one (The next one is REAL good, honestly) I thought it needed to be a bit cobra-ed up this chapter, and what's better than a nice little bitch between Chris and Ace? ;D loves it! Anyway, thanks to everyone who is reviewing and liking this story. It makes me feel loved as hell :D xx