Well, hello there :D Welcome to my story. Where do I start? Well, first things first, this story has been on here since 2006 (it will be 10 years this September) I was sixteen when I first started it. I've had times where I felt like I should stop and just delete it, because I felt like I couldn't get the story to be where I wanted it to be, but in the end I can't, because I'm too in love with Ace and my OC and their story. I struggle really bad with grammar, but luckily the great Entangler has kindly offered to be my beta (Check out her story Out on a Limb). I'm currently rewriting this story and she is helping me fix it up and improve. I finally feel I'm getting the story where I want it to be. So, if you're a new reader or here again, you will probably notice the change in chapters that have been redone against the ones that haven't. I will put a note on top of the chapter that's in the middle of being beta'd, just so you can decide if you want to carry on reading or wait until it's done.
Anyway, I'm babbling so I'll just say a few things about the story. Okay, so in this story Rebecca (my oc) has taken the place of Eyeball Chambers, so Eyeball doesn't feature at all because in this story plot he doesn't exist (Sorry, Eyeball! I do still love you). I always wanted to write a girl goes along with the Cobras story but I wanted to make it a little different so that's why I had the idea to replace him. Any who, I hope you like Rebecca, out of all my OCs old and new she still remains my favourite. She's sometimes stubborn, whiny and bad tempered, but she's not afraid to stand her ground and stick up for herself (You'll see her start to lose that, more so in the sequel) and she has a little bit of fun in her too. I hope you enjoy how I portrayed Ace. I've tried to keep him in character to the movie so yeah he can be a mean s.o.b sometimes. Anyone who writes cobra fanfiction will understand how hard it is to write an Ace romance while being true to his character lol.
Ace is nineteen years old in this and Rebecca is eighteen.
There are five stories in the "series" and here is the list in order I suggest to read them:
My Baby Shot Me Down (Prequel to the whole series, can be read whenever, I sugest either before Unofficial Hatred or after)
Who Wrote The Book of Love (Spin-off. Read after Unofficial Hatred) (Still in-progress)
Officially Tied (The final part. Still in-progress)
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the character from Stand By Me that were mentioned in this story, I only own Rebecca and any characters mentioned that are not in the movie or book. I am not making any profit out of this, it's only for mine, and maybe others enjoyment. Oh, the things I would do if I owned Ace...Also the girl in the story picture is Marty from Grease, I picture Rebecca as her.
Warning: This story contains use of bad language (I know some people have a problem with guys swearing in front of girls in that time era, and from what my mum told me - she was fifteen in '59 - it happened. I also figure that the cobras have no problem with it lol). Violence and scenes of sexual nature occur, you have been warned.
Apologies for rambling on, but this story has been with me for nearly ten years and I feel very passionate about it lol. Please feel free to leave a review (or even a pm) I love to read peoples thoughts on the story, no flames, but constructive criticism welcome. Reviews are very much appreciated.
"Foul," the handsome young man said smugly as he leaned on his cue stick and took a drag on his cigarette.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," the girl replied, her perfectly plucked eyebrows fixed in a scowl. She placed her cue stick down and slipped off her sleeveless jacket, tossing it onto the worn out stool beside her. "Goddamnit, it's too hot in here!"
"Like that'll help you win. Loser buys the next round, and it looks like you'd better get out your money, Chambers!" He easily pocketed the eight ball, the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
"There ain't gonna be a next round. Irby only lets us have one beer remember?"
"That can be fixed." Ace noticed that Irby wasn't around and figured he was probably out the back checking the stock. He swiped two beers from behind the counter and tossed one to Rebecca.
"Why, Ace, you are a wild child!" She caught it and popped off the cap using the edge of the pool table before taking a swig. "Yuck!" she gagged in disgust. "Would be nice if the brew was ice cold instead of lukewarm."
"You get what you're given." He picked up his cue stick and chalked it.
A Frank Sinatra song came on the jukebox and Rebecca rolled her eyes. "Why do they have to play such square music in this place?"
"Do you ever go a day without losing your rag? Here." Ace reached into his pocket and tossed her a dime. "And choose good. None of that Bobby Rydell shit you girls cream over."
Rebecca laughed and he watched her walk away with a spring in her step. He shook his head, he could never understand her - one minute she was moaning and the next she was fine.
Ace looked around and studied the bar. It was near empty apart a few local bums and a nicely dressed young guy sitting in a booth. Rebecca usually took ages to pick a song and so he decided to get some fresh air. She was right; it was too hot in the bar, but outside wasn't any better. Castle Rock was in need of a good rainfall.
He leaned against the wall and watched as two men tried to fix an old Chevrolet. 'Radiators busted. Not gonna find that out by looking at the wheels,' he smirked. He could have gone over and told them but where was the fun in that? He watched them scratch their heads for a little longer and then went back inside.
Summertime Blues by Eddie Cochran blared from the jukebox - it was an obvious choice from Rebecca. Ace had expected her to be at the pool table waiting for him but she wasn't. He figured she was in the ladies room applying some kind of lipstick or whatever it was that girls stuck on their lips.
Rebecca's laugh echoed loudly through the bar and Ace saw her sitting in the booth next to the young guy he'd noticed earlier. She stood and walked back to the jukebox, and the guy swiftly followed, his eyes leering below her waist. Ace decided to watch them for a while before introducing himself. The guy leaned his elbow against the wall and smiled at her as he struck up a conversation.
And Ace made his cue. Confidence oozed from him as he walked over.
Rebecca noticed Ace heading their way and her eyes met his. "Hey, Ace," she said, straightening her posture. "Rack up a game, will ya?"
"Who's your little friend?" he smirked as he stared the guy down.
The guy snorted in disbelief. "I ain't little, pal," he scoffed as he squared up to him.
Ace took that as a threat and stepped forward. "I'm not your pal-"
"Jesus!" Rebecca interrupted. She placed her left hand on Ace's chest and stopped him. "Last thing Irby needs is a brawl before noon! C'mon, Ace, it's your turn to set up." She pushed past him and headed back to the pool table, briefly looking over her shoulder to give the guy an apologetic shrug.
Ace smirked and winked at him as if to say, he had won. He walked smoothly back to Rebecca, who was sitting on the edge of the pool table and glaring at him with her arms firmly crossed.
"What?" he smirked.
Rebecca rolled her eyes and replied, "It's nothin'."
"Good." He picked up his beer and took the last mouthful before he slammed the empty bottle on the table. "Finish your brew, we're leaving."
She slipped off the table. "I thought we were having another game."
"Changed my mind. Now, drink up!" Ace waved the bottle in her face and she groaned as she snatched it from him.
"This ain't gonna be pretty!" She brought the bottle to her lips and tipped her head back.
He smirked as she struggled to drink it in one, and then he knocked the bottom of the bottle with two fingers, causing her to spill beer down her face.
She gagged and wiped her face with the back of her hand. "What'd you do that for?" she croaked and slammed her bottle next to the empty one.
"Let's go," he said, he signaled his head to the door. He picked her jacket off the stool and flung it at her.
Rebecca caught it and sighed, "All right, all right." She followed Ace to the door and looked back to see the guy at the bar. She smiled and gave him a wave.
"Quit ya flirtin'," Ace growled, he hung a new cigarette between his lips. He grabbed her by the wrist as he opened the door.
"Gee, Ace, you keep acting psycho at any guy who looks at me and you might as well tape 'property of The Cobras' on my ass and be done with it." She yanked her wrist out of his clutch and began to put her jacket on.
"Just shut up and get outta the door." He shoved her out onto the sidewalk.
Rebecca quickly perked up when she caught sight of her baby brother Chris and his weedy friend Gordie walk past. She wasn't the kind of girl to pass on an opportunity to annoy her little brother. "Hey, girls, where ya going?" she mocked them and watched as Ace snatched an old baseball cap off of Gordie's head.
"Hey! Come on, man, my brother gave me that!" Gordie cried out as he tried in vain to snatch the cap back.
"And now you're giving it to me."
"Give it to me! Come on, man, that's mine!" Gordie jumped to reach for the cap but stopped once Ace placed his index finger on his chest.
"You're a real asshole you know that?" Chris glared at him.
Rebecca shook her head, knowing all too well what was going to happen next.
Ace stepped forward. "Your brother's not very polite now, is he, Rebecca?" He flicked his cigarette to the ground and passed the Yankee hat to her.
She placed it on her head back to front and teased her brother, "Now, Christopher! I know you didn't mean to insult my friend."
*Around Midday - Chambers' backyard*
Rebecca laid on the grass as she played around with the Yankee cap. Soon bored of it, she hurled it over the fence and into the neighbor's yard for their dog to chew up. "One of these days I'm gonna drop dead from boredom! There ain't nothin' to do in this place."
"You expecting a hop in your own backyard, Chambers?" Ace was sitting on the back porch fence, carving 'Cobras' into a piece of wood with his switchblade.
"You know what I mean! There ain't nothin' to do in this town!" She crossed her legs and groaned when she noticed the grass stains on her pink pedal pushers. "Shit! Should've worn the black ones." She flinched when the piece of wood Ace had carved hit her feet. "What was that for?"
"Stop ya moaning," he smirked. "You up for a game of mailbox baseball?"
"All right, but let me get changed first."
"In that case, I'm picking up Billy first."
Rebecca threw her saddle shoe at him but missed by a foot.
"Let's hope your batting arm is better than your pitching arm."
"Get bent!" She grabbed her other shoe and got up from the ground. "I'll be two minutes!" She disappeared into her house.
"You better be." He picked up another piece of wood and began carving it.
*Four minutes later*
Ace heard the back door open and Rebecca walked out, jacket in hand.
"What took you so long?" Ace said.
"You've got the patience of a wet dog."
"Let's go before my hair starts to grey." The two walked to his car that was parked out front. Ace sat in the driver's seat and turned on the ignition. "What you waiting for, Chambers? Get in."
"Gimme a hand!" she said as she struggled to open the passenger side door.
"You lose yours?"
"As a matter of fact, they're full," she grinned and gave him a peek at the four bottles of beer hidden under her jacket. "Swiped 'em from the old man's crate. He'll think he drunk them himself."
Ace leaned over and opened the door. "What's a game of baseball without a few beers?" he smirked.
As soon as Rebecca had slammed the door shut, he sped off at full speed. The wind blew at her hair as they made their way to Billy Tessio's house. Rebecca popped the cap off her beer using the dashboard.
"So, who you taking to the new diner tonight?" She looked into the side mirror and put her hair back into place.
"No one." He swallowed a mouthful of beer. "I'll pick you up at eight."
"Actually, you won't need to pick me up. I was thinking of going with someone, like a date." Rebecca shrugged as if it wasn't important. "Well, I was talking to that guy in Irby's and he ask-" She was quickly cut-off by Ace.
"Forget it! You're coming with me."
"What? Am I not allowed to date?" she half-joked.
"You are... just only a Cobra," he stated and placed a toothpick in his mouth.
"You serious? All The Cobras are taken apart from you and Hogan, and I'm sure as hell ain't dating you!" She paused. "And what happens if I don't abide by these rules?"
He grabbed her arm and tightly squeezed it as he raised his eyebrows at her. "Do you really want to find out?"
"Charlie it is, then." She pushed him off and crossed her arms as they pulled up the Tessio driveway. "I really hate you sometimes."
"Trust me, babe, the feeling's mutual," he replied with the toothpick firmly perched between his teeth.