Chapter 1

It's another Lost Boys fanfiction! Ahhhh! Whatcha gonna do, huh, punk?!

I've had this on my computer since about January and I've decided to publish it because I was going through and rereading all of my (published and unpublished) fanfics on my computer over the past few days and this was one of my faves. I have a few chapters for it, but I don't really know where it is going, but I will be going somewhere with it, because I have rekindled my love and I wrote another chapter for it the other day when I reread it.

Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys or anything from that universe, but my OCs and most of the plot is my own creation, so do not steal it or I will rip you open and feast on your entrails. Just sayin'.

Enjoy, lovely people xx

I walked along the crowded board walk towards the end where I could see the crowds thinning. I found and empty bench and sat down with the intention of people watching. I'd lived in Santa Carla for nearly three years yet there was always new faces and strange characters to observe, just by wondering along it's infamous board walk; and tonight was no different.

The people that roamed the pier ranged from the typical American boys, that you'd be happy to bring home to meet the parents, to the hardcore bikers, that you wouldn't look at sideways. I could see some surfer Nazi's looking my way and decided that was my queue to leave. I knew they were not the best people to socialise with – not saying they were the worst.

I was walking past the carousel just as someone jumped off the still moving ride. It shocked me, and began falling backwards. Luckily they steadied me before I could flat on my ass. I looked up and came across ice blue eyes that shone in amusement.

"I'm sorry." I said. Looking down I realised he still hadn't let go of my arms. I glanced back and saw he was smiling down at me, showing he knew what I was thinking. I blushed at this. I went to pull away, but he spoke.

"I didn't catch your name." My heart fluttered, for some unknown reason. It seemed to be trying to tell me something, I just couldn't determine what.

"Sophie." He smiled his devilish smile at me.

"Mmmhhh." I could feel his breath on my face, and it felt oddly cold. Too cold. Again my heart sped up and I'm sure his smile widened as though he heard it – but that is ridiculous, right? I tried to pull away again and this time he let me. I stepped back to gain some distance between the two of us. "I'm David." He extended a gloved hand and I just stared at it dumbfounded.

Jumping when I heard people around me laugh, I looked to see three other males looking in on the scene. "Can I help you guys?" I asked before I knew what I was saying. I knew these guys and I knew no one messed with them. You know I mentioned the biker guys you wouldn't look at sideways? Yeah. I felt my eyes widen when I realised what I had just said. "Sorry." I looked down.

"Aww," I heard one of them say and approach me. "How cute!" I looked up and glared at the blonde one that had spoke, to which he and the rest of them just laughed. All but David. He approached me and lifted my chin to make me look at him properly.

I was torn between pushing him away and just letting him carry on with having his way with me. He chuckled as if hearing my thoughts. I hope he's not a mind reader, he'll know how I think he's really hot. And the other blonde one. Well come to think of it that guy doesn't have a shirt on is like... woah! And that one over there is so adorable. I can imagine getting my fingers caught in his curls. I thought to myself. This time he didn't laugh, but I am sure I saw a glimmer in his eye. Maybe that was just the lights from the carousel though. He let go of my chin suddenly; however his smile remained.

"You entertain me." He said, and now I was really conflicted – to hit him or not to hit him? That is the question, methinks. "We will be seeing more of each other, Sophie." The way he said my name made me shiver, and he did not miss it. He smirked before leaving. I watched them get on their motorcycles and speed away before making my way to find my dad.

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My dad wasn't allowed to leave the board walk until everything was closed up, as he was head of security. I popped my head into the office and saw Sandra – my dad's second in command.

"Hey, Sandy." I said, and she smiled. Her tanned face was accented my millions of tiny freckles from her many hours in the sun. I personally loved the sun as much as the next person, but she had an unhealthy obsession with the big ball of fire in the sky. I loved her hair though – it was brown with blue streaks going though it. My dad wouldn't let me dye my blonde hair. I'm actually quite glad about that now, as I like the colour now, and I would have ruined it by the time I was 14 if he had let me. "Where's my dad?" I questioned.

"He's still closing up Frog's, I think. They didn't want to close up yet, as per usual." She said rolling her eyes in reference to the brother's that ran the shop. I say they ran the shop as most of the time – pretty much all of the time – their parents were passed out from doing too many drugs (hippies). I did feel bad for the kids, but they were a bit freaky themselves. We invited them to dinner once and they tried to fill the salt jar with garlic shavings. Like what?! Strange kids.

I ran along the near enough pitch black board walk towards the Frog's shop to find my dad. I saw him coming out of the shop just as I approached, "Daddy!" I shouted and jumped on top of him. He caught me. I was only 5"3 which is kind of small for a 17 year old, I know. I'd always been a 'daddy's girl' and when my mom died it just intensified. He put me down and kissed my forehead. "You done with everything now?" I asked, looking at him.

He was tall with dark brown – almost black – hair, which was mostly covered at the moment by his uniform hat. He was a handsome man, with chocolate eyes that were slightly creased from age and the constant smile he wore. I have been told that my eyes are just like his, but I think mine are more like big brown doe eyes that make me look too innocent for my own good, while his are warm and inviting like chocolate. His slim frame was covered by the horrible security guard uniform, that I utterly loathed.

"Yeah, I'm all done." He said. "Gotta put my keys back though." He jingled them in my face. We put his keys back and I said goodbye to Sandy before heading to the car and going home. We didn't live that far, and we could easily walk it, but with my dad having to walk up and down the board walk all night he doesn't really want to have to walk home at the end of it.

We pulled up outside of our house, and I noticed my brother's car was parked outside. He was supposed to be at his girlfriend's for the night, so I ran up the stairs of the porch and into the house. "Jamie?" I called into the house and heard rustling followed by a thud from the kitchen. Then my older brother walked out rubbing the top of his head, presumably after just having hit it on a cupboard. "Why you home?" I asked, and saw his blue eyes sadden.

He'd been with his girlfriend for two years, and I thought they were still going strong. Judging by the look on my brother's face, so did he. My dad chose that moment to come in and slap my brother on the back, "Plenty more fish, son." I rolled my eyes and laughed at his lack of emotion, luckily Jamie couldn't hold back a laugh either.

"Yeah thanks, dad."

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My dad had the next few days off work so we decided not to go to the board walk, and stay in to watch some movies he'd rented from Video Max earlier that week. It was awesome that my dad worked on the board walk because it meant that he got discounts at all of the cool stores – I mean, it also means he got discounts at all the uncool stores, but oh well.

Jamie made an attempt to wallow in his room but I, being his loving sister, refused to let him do that and dragged him out to watch the Goonies and eat pizza. By the end of the night he was laughing and even hugged and thanked me for not letting him be sad.

I was walking along the pier when I heard the sound of motorcycles. I turned and saw four of them heading my way. Like right at me! I screamed as they put their breaks on just before they hit me. My heart was in my mouth and I felt like I was going to fall on the floor. I knew my eyes were wide as I looked up to the driver of the motorcycle that had stopped right in front of me. I came face to face with David who looked delighted to see he had terrified me. I looked to the other bikes and saw the other guys from the other night. Brilliant. I am going to die.

"Sophie." I barely heard it over the thudding of my pulse in my ears. I looked back to David who had spoken. "We missed you." Erg! If he was any other guy I probably would have hit him. "You shouldn't bottle up what you feel." David said, as though he was replying to my thoughts.

"So, you want me to hit you?" I asked, before I could stop myself but he laughed.

"Whatever lifts your skirt." I blushed redder than a tomato.

"Isn't the phrase 'whatever floats your boat'?" He smirked.

"I don't know, maybe you should ask Paul." David said looking at the blonde who had gotten off his motorcycle and was standing next to me.

He leaned down to my ear so I could feel his breath on my neck, "No, definitely whatever lifts your skirt." His nose was brushing against my earlobe lightly. I couldn't turn my head without us having further contact. Butterflies were going wild in my stomach as he teased my neck with his breath. I just kept looking at David who looked at me, as if daring me to move or make a sound, with a smile plastered on his face. I heard Paul inhale as if taking in my sent before retreating.

I released a breath I didn't realise I was holding as soon as he moved. I wasn't quite sure if I was relieved at his retreat or annoyed at them for playing with me. "Sorry, but I'm not exactly interested in lifting my skirt for you guys." After having spoke with them for a while I didn't really understand why everyone was so scared of them. I watched as David smirked and all of the boys began laughing. I noticed Paul was now leaning against Marko's bike. I was glad it was a decent distance from me. When they stopped in their laughter I decided it was time for me to take my leave, "I've got to go now anyway. See ya!" I said and skipped past David's bike with a smile.

I wasn't expecting them to get off their bikes and follow me to where I was going to get some ice cream but they did. I most definitely wasn't expecting Dwayne to step in and pay for it, but he did. I tried to stop him but his literally pulled me against him in a way that meant I couldn't grab his hand with the money in. He didn't let go straight away after paying for it either and I was still in his grip awkwardly eating my ice cream as he manoeuvred me towards a bench.

The people sitting on it immediately moved when they saw the boys approach. We sat and I spoke, "Thanks for buying my ice cream." I said to Dwayne who finally moved his arm after much hesitance. "I could have paid for it though." I looked around at the feel of someone touching my hair and came face to face with Paul, who was once again way to close for comfort.

I knew my eyes must have expanded from shock as he started laughing. "Aww, you're adorable!" He said and tapped my nose.

"I just thought about dumping this ice cream cone on your head, but why waste it." I said and took a lick of it.

"Don't tease me." I realised what he meant and looked down utterly mortified. And again heard him laugh, but this time the rest of them joined in. I even heard David chuckle, although he did try to disguise it with a cough. I looked up and glared at Paul, but it only intensified his laughter. "You do not look very intimidating, babe."

I slumped back on the bench and glared forward. David was standing in front of me with an amused expression on his gorgeous face. I glanced up at him questioningly, but he just returned a devilish grin my way.

And done! Please tell me what you think. I have just as many unpublished stories on my computer as I do published ones.

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