Hey! Long time no see. I hope this message sees you well, it's been a crazy year huh? Well a lot has happened since I was last on here the latest being I just had a baby boy in April. :)

Girl in the story pic is Lana Del Rey.

Anyway I'm back with a rebooted version of Nonofficial Love and I hope you like it although this has been on Watt-pad for a while now I'm only getting round to uploading it here. Please let me know what you think by leaving a review I'd love to hear your opinions. Thanks :D

1949

Two girls stood barefoot on the grass. They swung a jump rope up and down, singing a rhyme, as another girl jumped over.

"Ice cream soda,
Delaware Punch.
Tell me the name,
Of my honey-bunch...
A, B..."

Just as Rebecca had gained momentum -getting all the way to the letter M - she mistook a jump, tripped and fell to the ground with a thud. Nancy and Donna giggled as they looked down at her legs all tangled up in the yarn.

Rebecca scowled; even at the age of seven she hated defeat.

"Come on, Rebecca. Get up!" Donna gently tugged her piece of rope.

Rebecca didn't budge.

"It's my turn!" Nancy said. And, unlike Donna, she yanked her side as hard as she could.

"Fine," Rebecca grouched. "Go ahead and play the stupid game without me!" With her bare feet she freed herself from the tangled rope. She stood up from the grass and stormed off, arms folded, full of frustration.

Donna and Nancy glanced at each other before they followed. After all, Rebecca had been calling the shots since pre-school.

They sat down beside her on the grass next to the bushes, where they had earlier discarded their shoes.

"What should we do now?" Nancy sighed. She wrapped her jump rope around itself and scrunched it back into her cardigan pocket.

"Anything!" Rebecca replied. "My mamma told me not to come home 'til dark."

"We could go apple picking?" Donna said, glancing at Rebecca for her approval. "Then we could rinse them down at the river?"

Deciding there was nothing better to do on a cool Sunday afternoon - and the fact that her mom could make a real mean apple pie -Rebecca nodded and the three girls began to put on there shoes.

Rebecca was buckling her left shoe when she felt something brush past her hair.

"Ouch!" Nancy cried. "Something hit me!" She then rubbed her throbbing shoulder.

Donna reached over and picked up the culprit from the grass and held it out in the palm of her hand for Nancy to see - it was a stone. "A bird probably dropped it."

Rebecca smirked about to slip on her other shoe when something struck the back of her neck. "Oww!"

"That wasn't a bird!" Nancy wailed, waving a finger at the bushes. "There's somebody in there!"

Rebecca turned around and looked to where Nancy was pointing.

All three girls eyes widened when the leaves began to rustle. Suddenly, three boys charged out from behind the branches. Their faces were muddy, and their eyes were gleaming with mischief.

"ATTACK!"

The girls squealed as they scrambled to their feet as sticks and stones began to fly at them in every direction.

Rebecca dodged a 'bullet' and she picked up her other shoe; her mother would kill her if she returned home without one. She quickly ran after Donna and Nancy, hobbling slightly as the boys chased her.

"GET 'EM!"

To the girls they might have been stinky, useless boys, but to themselves they were brave soldiers, ready to strike the enemy with the ammunition that they had stuffed and stocked full in their pockets.

The girls ran out of the field as fast as their feet could take them. They crossed the road and shot down the sidewalk, knowing the boys were hot on their trail.

They turned a sharp corner down Main St and ran up the alleyway behind Delmont's Fruit & Vegetables. Luckily for them, Phil Delmont had just received a big shipment of produce and they each ducked behind three crates for cover.

Rebecca found shelter behind a crate full of oranges. She was safe for now.

She could feel her heart beating through her chest, it had all happened so fast she didn't even know who had ambushed them. She turned to look for where her friends were and she could see Donna's feet peeking out from behind a sack of spuds, and Nancy's high ponytail from behind a crate of apples.

"Where'd they go?" A muffled voice approached them.

"How do I know?" another mumbled. "They got away!"

"No!" A third spoke. "They're around here somewhere! Can't you smell them?"

"All I can smell is Jack's smelly socks." The voice grew louder and Rebecca recognized it came from Billy Tessio; he was in her class at school. "And they stink!"

"You better shut up before I make you eat 'em."

Rebecca peered over the mountain of oranges and watched Jack Mudgett push Billy in the chest with the palm of his hand.

The other boy - John Merrill - smirked, he enjoyed watching them fight. Something caught the corner of his eye and he looked over towards the oranges.

Rebecca ducked back down, hoping she had gone unnoticed. But, curiosity soon got the better of her and she peeked back up. She wasn't surprised when their eyes met.

John looked at her oddly - even though he knew that they had hidden he still found it strange that they had hid instead of run. Rebecca was taken by surprise when he smiled at her. She felt uneasy, it wasn't a friendly smile as such, but it wasn't malicious either. She wondered why he hadn't blown the whistle yet and told his friends that she was there.

Instead he watched Billy try and fight back against Jack.

Seeing Jack Mudgett stood there set Rebecca's blood boiling. He was the boy that sat behind her in church, the one that pulled on her pigtails and kicked the back of her seat when their parents weren't looking. He was the one that belched in her ear every time they passed in the school yard. It wouldn't have surprised her if it had been him that had taken the shot to the back of her neck.

She could still feel the throbbing as she grabbed an orange and hurled it at his face and it struck his ear.

Jack made a strange sound of alarm and surprise, "Oooff."

Rebecca stood up and made herself known. Even at a young age she still knew what dislike and hatred was and she hated Jack with a passion.

Jack smiled - he was going to enjoy aiming the huge stone in his pocket at her nose. Like a cowboy reaching for his gun he pulled the stone out, but he dropped it to the floor when an apple smacked him in the face.

Rebecca looked at Nancy in shock. They shared a smile as they decided this was war and they weren't gonna let the enemy take over.

All it took was a split second for all hell broke loose. Fruit and Vegetables in every color and size were thrown threw the air in all directions. Targets were missed and arms were hit. Billy Tessio got smacked in the nose with a banana, Rebecca was hit in the side with a lemon, and John Merrill dodged a potato and it struck Jack instead.

The ground was a mix of carnage and fruit punch and the air was filled with laughter and screams.

"What in God's earth is going on?" Phil Delmont came rushing out of the back of his store. His foot slipped on a tomato and he skidded across the ground and landed on his bottom. He took one look at his stock laying all over the ground and started yelling profanities.

The kids ran away; not wanting to get spanked. They ran all the way back to Main St. Once the coast was clear they stopped to catch their breaths.

It suddenly dawned on Rebecca that among the chaos and screaming she had dropped her shoe. She groaned, her mom was going to kill her.

"Did you see how he moved across the ground? It was like he was ice skating!" Jack sniggered, doubling over in hysterics.

"It's not funny, he's gonna tell our folks," Rebecca snapped at him. She wouldn't admit it but she did find it funny.

"He didn't have time to see who we were," John said, both his hands were behind his back. Rebecca hoped he was right. He smiled at her again and held out her shoe and offered it to her.

She was hesitant at first, but then went to take it. He gripped the shoe tightly as she tried to get it from him, and he brought out his other arm and raised it above her head.

He squished the tomato in her hair and let go of her shoe. He stepped back and smirked when he saw the juice of the tomato run down her face.

Rebecca squirmed with disgust, tomato juice dripping down her face.

"Don't you know? You can never trust the enemy," John said to her. He then turned to Billy and Jack and gestured for them to follow him.

Rebecca glared at him - so much his ears must've been burning -as she watched him walk away. She clenched one fist and then threw her shoe at the back of his head and it struck her target perfectly with a thump.

John turned back around to look at her and he looked at her with disbelief.

"Yeah?" Rebecca seethed. "You can never turn your back on one either."

She gave him one last dirty look and then stormed away. Nancy and Donna followed her.

Rebecca walked home that day with defeat weighing heavy on her mind. She had only one shoe and no apples. Even if her mother did make the best pie around, she had seen enough fruit for the day...