The Lost Boys

Not My Only Reason

You may have heard of the Lost Boys and their fights with Micheal and Sam Emerson. You may think Sam stopped them because he wanted his brother back, well it was. But it wasn't the only reason.

Alexis Murdock was a normal teenager in the eighties. She had black hair, and deep green eyes, about a little more than taller than average. Her complexion was a kind of tannish pale. She had an older sister named Vanessa, until she went missing. She was never the same after that. Despite the age difference, the sisters were practically twins. When she died Alexis was devastated, and hated the fact that her sister was gone. She also hated where she lived, especially since it was where her life was turned upside down. In Santa Carla, California, murder capital of the world.

It was a typical afternoon in Santa Carla, warm and bright, with the most beautiful sunset in the world. Alexis and her sister had been dying to go feel the warm sand on their toes, and the coldness of the ocean beating off of their skin. They had moved to Santa Carla two months ago, wanting to escape the boring city-mountain life of Utah, wanting to feel the ocean air. A simple vacation to the beach would have sufficed, but their parents decided to move all the way out here. They loved their parents. But they hadn't been able to leave the house once. No matter how hard they tried, Alexis's parents wouldn't let them leave. They never knew why, or why it mattered at all, they just knew they couldn't leave.

Alexis sighed at the sudden entrance to reality. She hated the flashbacks, the flashbacks to before her sister was lost. She hated them even more than she hated living here. Living here was turning out to be the worst. But it was better than living in stupid Utah. Too many memories of her sister there. She never thought she world hate living in the one place she had wanted to be her entire life. But she did.

She shook off the thoughts of her sister. They always led her into a pit of nothing but trouble, no matter what. It had been almost a year since her sister disappeared. Everyone called her lost, but she knew the truth. The stupid, ugly, truth.

Night had fallen, and despite everything, Tessa wanted to go out to the boardwalk. Why do I even want to bother going out? She thought to herself. Nothing good will come out of it. But something inside of her just really wanted to go out. Humph. Maybe just this once…

After she convinced her unwilling parents to let her out of the house for once, she walked the short distance from her house, to the boardwalk. She looked at all the stores, examining each one, looking at all the weirdos walking about. She was actually having some sort of fun, in a cruel kind of way. I mean, who made fun of weirdos? Well, everybody. But who actually did it because there was absolutely nothing to do? She started to criticize herself for being rude to all the weird people when she saw a comic book shop. Hmmm… She thought. This was a diet frozen yogurt place last time I saw it. But then the last time I saw it was last summer. She decided to look around the store, to see if she could find a good comic book to read. She'd never read one before, but why not in hell read one now.

As she walked in she could immediately tell she was being watched. She looked around to see two boys about her age staring at her. At first, she didn't care. If they wanted to stare at her then they could. She didn't feel any need to hide herself. But as she kept looking at the comics, they kept staring at her. She walked around trying to ignore them and to get them to stop looking at her. It didn't work. She walked around for another minute to see if they would stop. When they didn't she finally spoke up.

"Do you always stare at your customers like this?" She asked the two boys. They tried to look around as if they weren't looking at her the entire time. "You guys can't hide yourselves. I know you were looking at me."

"Alright, you caught us," The taller of the two said. The smaller one gave him a look that probably meant he had blown their cover. "We were watching you."

They were roughly the same height, but one was just a bit taller that the other. The taller one had dark brown hair, a longish face, wearing army-like clothing. The smaller one had lighter hair, face was a bit more roundish than the other boy's. He also wore a red cloth around his forehead. They also sort of looked like Rambo. Both were good looking boys, but if they decided to hit on her, she was going to leave. Alexis really didn't want to hang around Rambo the second and Rambo the third if they were.

"May I ask exactly why?" she asked.

"We were just making sure," Rambo the third asked.

"Making sure of what?"

He stopped to think, "To make sure we could trust you."

That was one of the most ridiculous things she had ever heard. "Really? Are you sure about that? Because it sure doesn't look like it," she told them.

They were having a hard time lying to her. They didn't want to scare her off too early; they needed to get their message across her before she labeled them too harshly.

"Okay, you caught us again," Rambo the second told her. "We were wondering if we had seen you before."

"Well, you might have, if you caught me earlier last year."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I moved here last year."

"If you moved in last year, why haven't we seen you?" Rambo the third asked.

"I had a family accident, and my parents home schooled me last year to make sure I was 'safe'," she said.

"We're not trying to pry or anything but, what exactly is this 'family accident'?" Rambo the second asked, sounding a bit suspicious.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try us." said Rambo the third.

It was obvious that they might understand what the accident was, and she felt they might have somewhat of a connection towards her, but she just wasn't sure yet. She stood there for a second before deciding what to do. "My name is Alexis Murdock."

"I'm Edgar, and this my brother Alan," Rambo the third told her. "We're the Frog brothers.

"Good to meet you guys."

"Now you gonna tell us what happened?" the boy whose name was Alan asked somewhat impatiently.

She smirked, "Not yet." Then disappeared out of the store.

After Alexis got out of there she found a video shop. It was pretty hip looking, colorful, so she decided to go in. She was busy looking at movies that had recently come out when an older man appeared.

"Excuse me, Miss, are you finding everything alright?" the man asked.

She looked up, "Oh yeah, but I'm just looking."

"Okay, but if you need any help or anything, just ask me. My name is Max."

"Nice to meet you Max." she said sticking out her hand for him to shake. "My name is Alexis."

He shook her hand, "It's nice to meet you too, Alexis. You know, I have never seen you before, you new here?"

"Well, I moved here last year, but my sister went missing and my parents thought it would be better if I stayed home all the time and was home schooled," she explained.

"So this is your first night free for a while hasn't it?"

"Yup," she decided she liked Max. He was at least somewhat normal in a town full of weirdos.

"Well I hope that you have a great first night. And if you ever need help, just come on over and I might be able to help you," he said. She didn't know why, but when he said that, she felt as if her life was at risk. She ignored the feeling and it eventually went away.

"Thanks," she said, and then walked out of the video store. As soon as she got out she went and got some ice cream, and walked home. Alexis wanted to come back again. She remembered all the few memories she had of the boardwalk. She wished she could have stayed longer, but her parents would have allowed for her to. I'm sixteen, she thought. I think I should be able to stay out longer without getting into trouble. I'm not completely like Vanessa, I can resist guys. But that wasn't the reason she wasn't allowed out, they didn't even know there was a guy actually. She sighed; maybe she could convince her parents to let her go back. Not very likely though.

She came home and her parents smothered her in love. After she finished with the unnecessary worries, overreactions, and many kisses from her mother, she was finally able to get to her room and go to bed. She wasn't tired at all, but if she didn't, she would get into so much trouble, it wouldn't be funny. Not that it was funny in the first place, but she still had to be in bed. After an hour of not being able to get any sleep from the excitement of the day, she fell asleep. Dreaming that she could go back tomorrow.

Disclaimer: I don't own the Lost Boys. As much as I would totally love to, I don't.

I hope you enjoyed my story! I'm not very good at writing a story and if you have tips I am open to them!

Sorry if it looks short. As before, not much of a writer, not a good length decider person or whatever either.

This is Chapter 1 of however many there is.

P.S. If you find a name mistake, please tell me. Thanks :)

(The story gets better as it goes)