Star wasn't my favourite character, but I got inspired again and did this very little fanfiction. I don't own anything, especially not the Lost Boys. This is for fun, not profit. I'm still rusty. D:
Nice
She might have made a mistake with David.
He was the type of boy her mother would have warned her about; the type of boy who never went to church or combed his hair up instead of down. The type of boy whose eyes were lustful instead of sweet and whose skin was scarred instead of soft. She liked how his trench coat dragged on the ground, reminding her of her little brother playing dress up with her Dad's dinner jackets, and it made her smile.
He said nice things, about her hair and skirt, about how pretty she was and that they needed someone like her around.
She liked him enough. He was, as her father would have said, a nice enough young man...but then Daddy got sick and brother got older, and didn't want to play anymore. And that made her sad, for Lance should have stayed with her and helped her look after Dad, instead of following Mum to Vegas and leaving them stranded in Santa Carla.
Santa Carla was a nasty, seedy place, full of nasty, seedy people and she needed someone, who wasn't Dad and who wasn't a social worker.
And then David came along, lusting eyes with his skin all scarred, who paid her compliments and was, as Dad would have said, nice.
They went out a few nights, and she would have gone further with him for he was nice and handsome, but there was something cold, odd, emanating from his smile, that she felt whenever his hand brushed her cheek.
He patted her hand instead of holding it. He treated her like Lance did, before Mum made the fatal phone call and left her alone. It was nice his hands never wandered further. It made her feel special.
And then Dad went missing and he found her crying on the beach. He very nicely took her to his home, where the bats that fluttered in the belfry frightened her half to death. He introduced her to his brothers. Paul flirted and Dwayne observed and Marko smiled. They were all handsome and nice with lusting eyes and scarred skin, and Star wanted her family.
And nicer still, he even gave her something to drink.