Business of Misery (Ace Merrill - Stand By Me - Eyeball Chambers)

Chapter One (TheGoofyCat)

Hello, welcome to this story co-written by TheGoofyCat & CastleRockGirl. It's Katy (TheGoofyCat) here and I have the pleasure of writing the first chapter.  I've always wanted to do a collab and luckily Megan (CastleRockGirl) did too. Megan is a writer and as far as I'm aware her stories aren't published on wattpad, you can find her amazing stories on fanfiction.net her username is CastleRockGirl and she writes mainly Lost Boys fics and she has a SBM fic called Rebel Blues please check her out.

Being our first co-write it just had to be about the Cobras! Anyway basic gist of the chapters is I write a chapter in my OC's pov and the next chapter would be Megan's in her OC's pov, so on and so forth.

The girls in the cover art are Amber Heard (Deena) and Jocelin Donahue (Faye). Music inspiration for this story is Misery Business by Paramore and Better Than Revenge by Taylor Swift. Enjoy and maybe vote or leave a comment? :D

Business of Misery

Deena

1

Speeding into the school parking lot I skidded into my usual spot. Shifting the gear stick into first the car made an almighty creek. The sound, like nails on a chalkboard, went straight down my spine.

I turned to my friend Beverly and smiled. She had sat on the passenger side and had been clutching at the dashboard the whole drive to school. She finally took her hands off the dashboard to make the sign of the cross. I suspected her mousy brown hair would soon sprout grey; she had never trusted my driving. She told me numerous times that she feared for her life whenever I was behind a wheel. Call me a bad friend but her protests never stopped me from picking her up. Hell, it never stopped her from getting in the car.

"Deena, do you always have to drive so fast?" Bev grumbled. "I'm not the most religious girl, but... even I was saying a prayer when we hit that corner."

"Bevvy," I cooed. "You should know by now that cutting corners is my way around life."

I grabbed my purse from the backseat, popped it open and pulled out my lipstick. Rolling the tube up, I glanced at the rear-view mirror and applied it to my lips until I was fully satisfied with the pink coating. I turned to Bev and pouted. "This shade suits me well, don't you think?"

She smirked at me and shook her head in disbelief, as if she already knew I knew the answer.

Like always, I left the key slotted in the ignition. It was highly unlikely that anyone would ever boost a bright pink Studebaker. And anyway if they did, it would mean I would get a brand new car along with a brand new sob story to use as ammunition when Daddy asked me why I needed such an expensive car to replace the old one.

The March breeze hit the tip of my nose when I stepped out of the car and onto the ground. I quickly the comfort of my warm bed, or even the car radiator. I began regretting my choice of sweater, the one I wore was no use at keeping the cold air at bay, but it sure looked good. And what other choice did I have? The thick ghastly sweater my grandmother had knitted me for Christmas? The one that looked more like roadkill on the side of the road than a pullover?

Me and Bev both slammed the car doors shut in perfect timing and walked up the sidewalk and joined the rest of the students heading into the school.

As Bev and I walked up the steps and into school I began to daydream about walking down the same steps hours later, only to be greeted with not the sight of 200 inches of pink steel, but with tire tracks and an empty parking space to go with it.

We walked through the hallway, Bev a step behind, with me leading the way. The hallway was filled with the sound of giggles and gossip as girls chatted to their friends about what they had been up to over the weekend. Going to an all-girls school meant that the students had to be filled with girls not just from Castle Rock but the towns close to the map. Towns like Portland, Chamberlain, or the shit-hole that was Lewiston. But only one girl from Lewiston was enrolled here, and that was because - rumor had it - her mother had screwed the superintendent.