Stand Together (a Stand By Me fanfiction)

The Junkyard

      "I-I I didn't mean to," Teddy stammered, "I-I thought you were Chris. I-" Not wanting to hear anymore of his crappy excuse, I turned on my heal and started walking back the way we had come. I hadn't been hit by anyone outside my abusive family walls and Ace, let alone Teddy. Teddy had never hit any of us too hard, not even when he made Vern flinch, but a girl? I was tired, it was hot, and I wanted to go home.  I could hear the guys talking behind my back and footsteps drawing nearer. I began to walk faster because I thought I knew who was approaching me. Someone grabbed my arm and I was whipped around to face a heartfelt boy with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a place in my heart.

   "You have to come back," Chris said. "Teddy's a wreck," He smiled. I smiled as Chris placed his arm around my shoulder and I placed mine around his waist. He gave me a tight squeeze, and I felt a warm, fuzzy feeling inside, a feeling I didn't get often. We walked over to Teddy, who was sitting on the tracks with his head in his hands. I let go of Chris and sat next to Teddy, while putting my arm around him. Teddy looked up at me with red, puffy eyes and I gave him a small smile.

  "I'm sorry Lauren, I'm really, really sorry," Teddy sobbed.

   "I know, I know. I forgive you," I said, letting him cry into my shoulder. He looked up at me again and looked at the guys and Teddy did anything Teddy would normally do; laughed. Once Teddy laughed, we all laughed. It felt good to laugh.

  As we walked to the junkyard, we joked about how right now, The Cobras would probably be playing mailbox baseball, like baseball, except you hit mailboxes. We also joked on how long Billy and Charlie Hogan would have the best record for not being able to keep a secret for 24 hours. Chris, hand in mine, was recalling us of the story when he had caught Teddy from falling out of a tree, and a dream he had where he just misses him by a couple of his hairs. We walked about twenty steps farther before at the gate of the junkyard. 

  "Paratroops, over the side!" Teddy yelled, throwing his bedroll over the fence before he too, climbed over. I let go of Chris' hand just in time to get myself over the fence and race Teddy, and of course, loose because I'm slow as frick. I filled my canteen and watched Chris and Gordie talk about something serious looking, then race as well. My darling Chambers won, and they came over and sat in between Teddy and I. I yawned. I hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, and I was really low on energy for I had been out all day with minimum rest. I laid my head down against the metal scrap behind my and closed my eyes. The boys where talking about some absurd thing I didn't really want to engage in. I felt my eyelids drifting as I went into a soundless sleep.

  I was awoken about six minutes later (yeah, six minutes. What it takes to get sleep around here is hard to come by.) to laughing and movement. I opened my eyes to see that the world had taken a shift to the side. I picked my droopy head up only to see it had been on Chris' shoulder. Great I thought. Let me seem like a total baby. 

  "Cool it girls. We'll flip for it," Chris said.

   "Flip for what?" I asked, completely unaware.

   "We're going to see who has to go to Quidaciolou's," Chris smiled.

  "Oh, okay."

Gordie pulled out five nickles and we all flipped. We all got tails.

  "Five tails! Oh, Jesus, man that's a goocher," Vern said, wide-eyed.

 "Oh come on, Verno. That doesn't mean anything. Lets go again," I said, now fully alert and awake.

  "No, a goocher. That's really bad. You remember when those guys got wiped out on Wheat Hill in Durham?" Vern asked us. I nodded my head slowly, remembering the news article I read on it.

  "Well, Billy told me they where flipping for beers and came up with a goocher just before they got into the car. And BANG! They all got totaled. I don't like this." Vern shook his head. "Sincerely."

  "C'mon Vern. No one believes that stuff about moons and goochers. It's stupid and babyish," I said.

  "Now, come on. Flip again," Teddy said. When Tessio boy didn't flip, Teddy said:

  "You gonna flip or not?"

  "Yeah, Vern. We don't have all day."

  "Alright."

We opened up our hands to reveal what had landed.

 "Oh! Gordie looses! Gordie just screwed the pooch," Teddy said laughing.

 "Does the word 'retarded' mean anything to you?" I shot back, but Teddy chose to ignore.

  "Gordie, go get the provisions you morphodite," Teddy laughed.

  "Don't call me any of your mothers' pet names," Gordie snapped.

  "What a wet-end you are, Lachance," Teddy said.

  "Oh... Shut up!"

  "I don't shut up, I grow up. And when I look at you, I throw up. Blah!" Teddy, Chris, Vern and I chanted.

  "And then your mother comes around the corner and she licks it up," Gordie sternly said.

  A way to degrade your best friends' mother is always held in high regard; or back then it was. As Gordie walked away, we laughed and threw dirt and spit water until we heard it. The sound of a roaring truck engine coming at you at a hundred miles. Gordie had only left seven minutes ago, according to my watch, he should be back soon. I thought. We packed up our stuff before Milo or Chopper could see us. Just as we jumped back over the fence, as if on cue, Gordie came 'round the corner, looking for us. We told him to run, so he ran.

Hey guys! I hope y'all enjoyed the chapter, I worked really hard on it. I bet you guys can guess what is about to happen, but I thought this would be a good place to end for now. I'll try to start updating on a more regular basis because I've been slacking a bit an I don't want to let y'all down. Make sure to vote for this chapter and comment!! I love reading what y'all think!!!