Summary: The summer of 1956 was a summer I will never forget. Before the Cobras, before the Ray Brower trip, before all the hate. The summer of 1956 was burned into my memory and it will never go away no matter how much I asked it to.

Warning: Adult language. Heavy make-out scenes. Heavy drinking and partying. The usually stuff teens do when their fifteen turning sixteen.

Disclaimer: I do not own any familiar characters from Stand By Me.

Shake That

"Come on guys! You have to leave!" I said, trying to shove them out the door. I clearly wasn't strong enough for the two of them because they fell backwards and we tumbled down onto the ground in a crumpled heap. We were all laughing and looking at each other.

"You really need to get out or I'm going to get in trouble," I told them again. They both looked me in my eyes and then they looked at each other, smiling evilly.

"Should we leave, Eyeball?" He asked his best friend, grinning like an idiot.

"I don't know Ace. It's not like she works anyway," He replied back, resting his head on my chest.

"Yeah all she does is fuck her boss," Ace remarked. I looked at him, my mouth agape, and they started laughing. "Alright, we'll leave. Coming to my house tonight, right?" He asked us.

"I thought we were going over to my house," I said. He sighed but nodded.

"Alright. I'll be waiting for you in your room," He said before they slipped out the door.

"What's going on back there?" I heard my boss's voice call from the other side of the room. Okay, so I work at Irby's Billiards. I'm too young but he thinks I'm seventeen so let's keep it that way. The only way he said he would hire me was if I screwed around with him. I'm fifteen and I needed the money so I said okay. I didn't know that it would be this bad.

"Nothing," I said when he opened the door, closing it behind him. He locked it and strode over to me, picking me up by the waist and putting me down on his desk, my legs on either side of his waist.

I looked into his calm green eyes, his black greasy hair falling into it. It was slicked back with a lot of grease because where he came from (Tulsa, Oklahoma) he was considered a greaser and they all wore their hair with a lot of grease. His pink lips were set in a smirk as his eyes scaled my body, undressing me with his eyes.

"Good because I want you all to myself," He growled, crushing my lips with his. I smirked like I was enjoyed this and he parted his lips, forcing my mouth open and he shoved his tongue inside, making it dance with my tongue.

His hand slid up my torso and to my chest, grabbing a breast and rubbing and pinching. He always knew what to do to make me happy.

He grinded his hips into mine and I groaned in pleasure. Just as he was pulling my skirt up, there was a knock at the door. He sighed and pulled away from me, walking over to the door and yanking it open.

"What?" He spat at the person at the door.

"It's five o'clock. I came here to pick her up," Ace's voice sounded from the door. I get off from work at five o'clock and Ace has to walk me home because "It isn't safe for a girl like you to be walking home alone at this time of the evening".

"She's not done working yet," I silently groaned when he said that.

"But it's a family emergency. What if her dad was dying in the hospital right now and he wanted to see his daughter before he died and you only keep her at work just so you can fuck her," He said, puffing up his chest like he was a grown man that wasn't afraid of him. I could tell that he wanted to beat the shit out of Ace but he didn't.

"Fine," My boss groaned. I hopped off his desk, pulling my skirt down and walked out the door, fixing my hair as I did so. He grabbed my arm and pulled me back so he could whisper in my ear.

"We're not finished yet. I'll see you tomorrow," He let me go and I walked home with Ace.

"Why do you put up with him?" Ace asked as we were walking along the sidewalk, my converse making that scraping noise when you don't pick up your feet. I looked up into his comforting blue eyes.

"Because I need the money," Ace scoffed at me, shaking his head.

"So you're pretty much a prostitute," He said. I was about to protest but it was true; I was pretty much a prostitute.

"I'll quit if that makes you happy," I told him. He nodded and we walked for a few minutes in silence. "Is Eyeball at the house?" I asked. He shook his head and I waited for an explanation.

"His dad got to him," I nodded my head. "They're going someplace together tonight or something like that. I don't know but he hasn't had a drink in two months." I smiled, happy that he wasn't drinking anymore.

"Cool," I said. We walked the rest of the way in silence. When we got to the house, I was greeted by my little brother.

"Minnie! Minnie! Minnie!" He shouted, grabbing onto my legs. I laughed and ruffled his hair before plopping down on the couch and Ace sat down next to me. Ray sat down on my lap, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Where are Rose and Roger?" I asked Ray.

"They're upstairs. Rose is with another guy and Roger is doing something. I don't know what though," I rolled my eyes at both of them and relaxed into the couch.

"We're gonna' have a party whether you like it or not," Ace told me.

"Where are we going to have it?" I asked, staring at him in the eyes and he stared right back into mine.

"Here," He stated.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed that. Chapter two will be up soon if I get three reviews! (Juliette, you don't count. (: But it's only because I love you!)

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~Emma