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

#17 - Ace Merrill (pt. 1)

The bathroom light flickers above you, as if sending a message in a code.

The message would probably say, You're going to make a fool out of yourself tonight.

You are getting ready with your best friend for the high school reunion, anxiously, desperately praying that it will be canceled.

Reason being that your ex-boyfriend, Ace Merril, will be there.

You didn't end the relationship with drama. In fact, the breakup only lasted minutes.

"I can't do this, (Y/N), I'm sorry," He said, the regret striking in his eyes, and his hands in his pockets. The wind blew his already fussed hair into a wild do.

"Don't be. Let's end this quietly, and painlessly."

And then you just kissed him on the cheek, and left. That's it. Fin. Kaput. Fineto. End of story.

Basically, you thought there was no gain to what was lost.

Yeah, right. For those 15 years, time had gone by with tears shed, and photo albums pulled out almost every night, trying to relive the memories, being a happy, giddy teenager.

But you never could. And that's why it's so hard for you to be so close to the people that made those moments so surreal.

"Earth to (Y/N)? Hello?"

Your thoughts are immediately gone snapping you back into reality.

(Y/F/N) smiles, helping you put on another coat of mascara, and adding yet another layer of eyeshadow on her own eyes.

"Nervous?"

"You could say that."

It is complete bullshit, but people laugh it off, think of it as a joke. As if love was a joke.

But it didn't matter anyway. Ace would never look back, as you had.

Because it never was supposed to be painful in the first place.

{at school, time passes...}

The gym smells like sweat and mini bars.

The newspaper editor, Angela Prescott, hands you a drink and smiles.

Music blasts through speakers, bouncing off of the walls, and echoes throughout the school.

Your dress seems to become tighter, and itchier. Beads of sweat form all over, and it takes all your strength to walk out and ditch (Y/F/N), just enjoy the peace and quiet somewhere.

An eruption of laughter soon travels to your ear, and you turn to take in the sight.

But just as you try to walk and take a better look, a hand grabs you.

Ace.

"Oh my god," You whisper, out of his hearing, your throat drying with every word said.

His eyes sparkle with a great intensity, suggesting more than just a simple hello. The smirk he wears coyly makes you weak in the knees, and it reminds you of when he first saw you. Bold, and unafraid.

His suit fits him like a glove, and his bleached blonde hair is still at its finest.

"Wow..." He says, his smirk changing into a smile.

You blush and look away from his gaze, forgetting all of the bad things you had said about him.

One of his hands gently forces you to look at him, and the other pulls you closer towards him, so close until you only have a sliver of space between the both of you.

Gently, he moves in, near your ear.

Your heart pounds crazily when you hear his words, his tone like velvet.

"I need to talk to you. Alone."

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*wink, wink*

- C.