So...yeah, I have this Lost Boys story now. I love the Lost Boys, it's just such an awesome movie, and the guys in the movie are the sexiest beasts ever. They represent what vampires are supposed to be! Not wimps like the Twilight vamps, not saying I don't love and adore the Twilight vamps but they were seriously wimps.
I'm only doing this story cause i've practically finished it, give or take a few million revisions, and I would like to see my progress for myself and have feedback.
By the way, i'm absolutely horrible at drawing clothes on paper xD rofl seriously, I am not planning on making clothes designer a career. I was trying to make all the Lost Girl's outfits to give me more of a sense of 80's style and yeah, looks more like a 5 year old drawing barbie clothes xD
Disclaimer: Ok, if I owned the Lost Boys, i'd force them all to make me a vampire and have sex with all of them, possibly at once if I can manage that, but since i'm still a virgin this has not happened, thus I own my girls + Ricky, not the boys.
I look out the window of the Greyhound bus with a sigh, thinking of the past year of my life. It's been such a blur but so many things have happened. Ma lost the battle to heart disease, leaving me to take care of Ricky. Ma requested that before she died her guardianship would pass to me. It was made legal, and now i'm Ricky's legal guardian. I never thought twice about it. He's my baby brother, thirteen years old to my nineteen.
My three sisters hadn't been offended, for the most part, that I got custody of him. They all loved Ricky in their own way but I was the one he went to when he got hurt, or when he was hungry, or when he wanted something to hang out with. They didn't hold a grudge. My eldest sister, Claire, took care of us when we were younger anyway, as if we were her own.
After that things seemed to go downhill. The house was foreclosed because Ma never paid off the mortgage fully, we were left with very little money, and no relatives we were close enough to to take us in. Fortunately, if not conveniently, Claire had a house we could all move into until things smoothed over. She lived in good old Santa Carla, California. Ricky was excited, having never been outside of our small city in Colorado, and so was I. Instead of cold all the time we'd get warmth. I'd always dreamed of coming to California…just not under these circumstances.
My reflection catches my eye when I look back outside, coming out of my memories. Long, frizzed out, brown hair, black jean jacket with a Rolling Stones tank top underneath, rhinestone skinny jeans and my red high heels. Basically the clothes I wore every day, save a suitcase. We all dressed differently then most kids back in our hometown. The townsfolk gave us an interesting nickname, Twisted Sisters. Even after Claire left people would ask where our other Twisted Sister was. We'd just shake out our switchblades in a casual fashion and they'd get the message to back off.
Beside me Rose, only sixteen, is asleep against my shoulder, drooling on my jacket slightly. Her auburn hair mimics mine but her clothes are more pastel and young...ish. Pastel bright green jean jacket, tiny, puffy, pink top that shows a little too much cleavage, her capri jeans always looked too big for her tiny body but somehow it worked. She always wore a heart choker and matching belt that went around her bare skin, black fingerless gloves, and sneakers. Her switchblade was kept in her pocket, like mine. Rose was an independent soul, always speaking her mind when something didn't quite fit with her. Got in trouble with boys too, as in too many at a time. Boys always like Rose.
In front of us Cheyenne, eighteen, was listening to her Walkman and trying her hardest to ignore the people on the bus, us included. After Ma died she had taken to ignoring people. Only speaking when spoken too and not really paying any attention to the world. I found it disheartening at first but I knew she needed to grieve in her own way. She was closest to Ma after all. Her unkempt brown hair was pulled up in a ratty side-ponytail but her clothes spoke the most about her. Blue rhinestone jean jacket, blue rhinestone short skirt, tiny black top that at least covered her cleavage, ripped fishnet tights, and leather high heeled boots, a knife holster for her switchblade was hidden under her skirt. I always told her she was beautiful, I just wish she'd see it.
Looking at my sisters my mind floats to Claire. She's the oldest at twenty two and she acts like it a lot. Partying and having fun, but then being the mature and responsible adult when we got in trouble. When you messed with her family or you made her angry in any way, she'd blow you up faster then you could blink. When I was a kid I saw her punch a boy twice her size in the nose because he called me stupid. In my opinion she was the most beautiful of us too. Short brown hair that was always curly and fussed up, piercing dark eyes that challenged you, and normally long, frilly, skirts and corset tops. She always had her knife holster strapped to her thigh and of course her own jean jacket, tan. I wonder if she wore her jean jacket all the time like we did.
My mind drifts lazily to our destination, Santa Carla. As Claire described it, it has a boardwalk with an amusement park, some cool shops on the boardwalk, a beach, some suburban life, etc. But, it's also the murder capital of the world. I hadn't mentioned that to the others. It would be a slight culture shock for them but they'll be able to handle it. They've handled more in the past year then I thought they could.
Twilight had set in when we hit Santa Carla. The lights from the boardwalk illuminated everything, making the city seem almost ethereal. Looks could be deceiving though. Claire told me a bunch of weird people hung out at the boardwalk at nights. When the bus stopped I nudged my siblings awake, gently. Cheyenne was already up and out of the bus. I saw her head over to Claire's Mercedes and hug the woman who was waiting for us.
"Wha? We're there?" Ricky rubbed his eyes and yawned, allowing me to drag him out of the bus. Rose trudged behind, also barely awake. We grabbed our luggage and ventured down to our sister, who engulfed us all in a group hug that we didn't want to be in. A few minutes later and we were packed inside her Mercedes and on our way to her house.
Her house was situated on the beach apparently. It looked beautiful from the outside. White and gleaming, with a couple balconies. Ricky opened his eyes enough to gape at it before running to the front door in glee. Rose and I looked at each other in shock, before following eagerly. Claire laughed and told us to grab our luggage before she opened the door. The inside was as beautiful as the outside. Also white but in a beach way. Lots of tan and blue around the house too. Very modern and very chic'.
"Wow, this is certainly an upgrade from biker bars, Claire-bear." Rose giggled, earning a dignified sniff and a chuckle from our sister.
"You guys will like it here, I can tell. It's a bit different but it's better then living in that stupid, crap, town with all the memories. This will do you both some good," Claire was saying to us as we explored the house. The house itself was kind of small so her voice carried through and we could hear it even from upstairs.
"Now, on that note, this town may be a little rough, even for you guys. Don't go anywhere alone, especially around the boardwalk. They don't call this the murder capital of the world for nothing. If you have to go down to the boardwalk, stay in a large crowd," I nodded absently while flopping my suitcase on my bed.
I understood. I didn't really plan on being the next victim in this city, so I took her advice to heart. I gazed out the window and watched the night life on the beach. Everything was so strange. People looked stranger and more dangerous. There were a few horrendous looking men were dancing around a bonfire. This should be fun.
YES I CUT IT OFF THERE, CUZ I AM EVIL! Mwahahahahaha!
Ze boys will appear next chapter x3
So, yeah. I like doing things from 1st person :D at least I think this is 1st person...anyway, R&R anyway and give me a warm and fuzzy feeling? :3