✔️| Stand By Me: Imagines and Preferences ('86)

#5- Ace Merrill

* (Y/F/N) = Your friend's name
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The last thing you needed was to get in a situation with Ace Merril.

But you did anyways, and it all started with a party, when your friend, (Y/F/N), burst into your room.

"IT'S FRIDAY AND I'M READY TO PAR-TAY!"

You smiled knowingly at your friend. "If this is one of your attempts to get me to go with you to a party, then I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"But what about the guys that you could get? What about the food? WHAT ABOUT THE BEER?!"

Your friend had recently gotten into drinking at parties, and you smiled, imagining the drunk version of your friend.

"(Y/F/N), you know very well that I'm not going to a stupid party."

"Please?"

"No."

"But...but," said your friend, her lip pretending to quiver, widening her eyes in persuasion.

You smiled, and decided to go anyways.

"I'll go only because I'll never be young again, but you need to promise me a ride back home."

"YAAAAAAAAAAAY!!!!"

After an hour of getting ready to party, you both walk to Ace Merril's
house. It was larger than expected, and really packed when you open the door.

As you enter, you feel a bit uneasy. There are sweaty bodies everywhere, and girls grabbing on to their boyfriend's backs like Tarzan with a tree.

As you passed a couple making out near a staircase, you sit down on one of the empty steps, taking a sip of the bottled water that you brought with you. You notice a girl flailing her arms above her head and whooping with all her might. It was (Y/F/N).

You smiled to yourself, thinking about how it was that you two could possibly be friends. She's always been hyperactive, and you've always been low key.

"Excuse me," said a blonde boy, snapping you out of your thoughts. He seemed to be just about your age and was wearing a tropical shirt on top of a plain, white T shirt with black skinny jeans.

Shit.

ACE.

There have been rumors that Ace isn't so nice, so for the sake of your reputation, you decided to stay away from him. At least until now.

"Sorry..." You mumble shyly as he passes by you.

But when he goes off the last step, he turns around to face you, holding the rail intently.

"Now, you're a pretty thing, aren't you?"

You giggle slightly as he moves the unlit cigarette to the opposite side of his mouth.

"Don't you go to Castle Rock High, too?"

"Sure, I do. All the teachers hate me," said Ace. "I wish I could have spotted you sooner though. I'll be on the lookout."

He winked at you, making you blush slightly as he steps closer to you.

Uh oh....

You try to move away from him, but of course, he pulls you down the steps, causing you to stumble.

He then pushes you against a wall and your heart starts beating faster as he moves in closer to you, leaving you with no escape.

"Don't even try escaping from me, babe, you don't know the half of what I could do to you..."

His breath tingles on your neck as he chuckles and squeezes your hip tightly, causing you to gasp.

"I didn't even catch your name yet..."

His lips were hovering above yours, eyes glimmering as you gaped, astounded by his immediate actions.

"(Y/N)," You gasped, "I'm (Y/N)."

He smirked and pulled you closer to him by the belt loops on your jeans.

"Pretty name for a pretty girl. I guess I have good taste," said Ace.

You smile and look down to acknowledge the 2 centimeters of space you have between the two of you.

"Well, (Y/N)," He smirked, "Looks like we're gonna get along just fine..."

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Pretty flirty guy, I know.

- C.