Disclaimer; I do not own 'The-Lost-Boys' or any of the characters you recognize, only my OC's. The rest belong to the writers of T.L.B.

Authors Note;

Firstly, I would like to thank you for taking the time to check out this story, it means a lot. Story will take place a few years before the events of T.L.B, so there will be no Michael, Lucy or Sam...for now. I know it helps to know what the characters look like, so the actresses that portray my OC's are; India Eisley - Quinn. Jenna Dewan-Tatum - Peyton. And Jennifer Connolly - Olivia. There will be a polyvore account created soon, and I'll post the link once I've created it.

There will be some romance in this fic, however I don't know who the OC's will be paired with quite yet. I'm open to suggestions so if you guys have any ideas I'm all ears.

Anyway, please Review, Favourite or Follow if you can. Thanks!

~...Chapter One...~

Quinn Nelson stared through the window of the backseat in her moms car, smiling to herself as a breeze came through the crack and blew strands of hair away from her face. She could smell the ocean, its salty and slightly overwhelming odour soothing her. It wasn't for everyone, but for her, a girl who was at her happiest when swimming or sunbathing, it was wonderful.

"Red car,"

Quinn flinched and jumped as an aching sensation started in her right arm. She turned away from the scenery to glare at her sister, who poked out her tongue childishly. "Damn it." She hissed, lightly rubbing the sore spot.

"Behave." Their mother, Olivia, warned. Her eyes remained on the road ahead, though Quinn could clearly see her mom occasionally look back at them in the rear-view mirror.

"Bitch." Quinn directed the silent insult towards her older sister, Peyton.

"Look, I'm bored. How long till we get there anyway?" Peyton asked their mom, lifting the sunglasses onto her head.

"Not long." Their mom replied, and Peyton rolled her eyes.

They'd been driving for five hours straight, and while at first the ride had been a little exciting and full of fun, it had soon turned in a different direction. Neither sister enjoyed being in confined spaces for too long, especially in the summer, with the blazing heat making the car hotter than it should have been. They'd rolled down the windows, of course, but while it helped with the heat it did nothing for their boredom, which was growing by the second.

For Quinn, moving hadn't been part of the plan. Her goals for the summer had mostly contained going to the beach, finishing whatever homework her teachers had given to her, movie-nights with Peyton and going to the bowling alley with her friends. Obviously her hopes hadn't quite gone that way. She'd attempted many times during the month before the move to persuade her mom into letting them stay, however her pleads had gone straight through one ear and out the other. So here she was. Stuck in a stuffy car with her mom and sister, and dying of immense boredom.

"There's the sign. See? We're not that far." Their mom announced, and both sisters looked.

Quinn twisted in her seat, it being a lot easier than it would have had she worn her seatbelt, and looked at the large sign. On the front were the words 'Welcome to Santa Carla', while the background was a painting of what she assumed to be a certain place in the town. However, once they drove passed the sign Quinn could see graffiti sprayed all over the back, though the largest words were what caught her attention the most.

'Murder Capital of The World'. The words were neither soothing nor reassuring, and Quinn could only hope there wasn't a serial killer running around the small town.

"Christ." Peyton, it seemed, had also noticed the words. She grimaced and turned back around in her seat, continuing to stare through the window.

"You think mom noticed?" Quinn quietly asked, her eyes flickering towards the front where mom currently sat.

"I doubt it. Good thing she didn't though, can you imagine her freak out?" Peyton grinned playfully, and Quinn had to smile.

After passing the sign, it didn't take long for them to reach the town centre, which was bustling considering how small the town seemed. Quinn didn't have much time to take everything in, but she had a small feeling it was nothing like her hometown. The people in Santa Carla seemed strange, at least to her. She'd seen one-too-many homeless kids, a girl licking a rat and a guy wearing a black sweater... in the summer. She actually thought about how long it would take for him to melt.

Quinn wondered what the girls her own age were like, and if they were anything like her friends back home. Obviously no one would be able to replace the friends she'd had, but she wasn't one to mope and whine about useless things. Making friends wasn't that hard for her. In her mind, if someone was nice and honest and wasn't a complete and utter jackass, they were considered a friend. Plus, she could do with knowing someone in the town, at least then she'd have someone to show her around.

"Here we are." Her mom announced cheerfully once they'd cleared onto an empty street.

"Where's our house?" Peyton sighed.

"It's right," their mom paused and searched the street, "there!"

They slowly pulled into a driveway and, once the car had finally stopped, Quinn stepped out. She pushed the car door shut and looked up at her new home, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as she sighed. It wasn't that it was too small, or too weird, in fact it was quite the opposite. Beautiful, actually. But for her it was a new place, meaning new friends and, once again, being the 'new-girl'. It was just one more thing to have to adjust to, her moms break-up having been the most recent, and Quinn hoped that this place would be the one to stick.

"What do you think?" Quinn asked Peyton, once her sister had finally gotten out of the car to stand at her side.

"It's not home, but it's cool I guess." The older teen said with a small sigh. "Maybe this time we'll stay." She added as an afterthought, and Quinn nodded her head in agreement.

"You guys wanna help me out here?"

Both girls looked back to see their mom struggling to carry two large boxes at once. "Sorry mom." Quinn told her as they moved forward, each sister taking a box.

"Can you even afford this place?" Peyton asked with a swift nod towards the house.

Quinn visibly saw her mom swallow and look away, and it was all that she needed to know that they were not doing well with cash.

"Of course sweetie." Her mom reassured with a false smile, and Peyton nodded.

"Mom," Quinn waited for her sister to walk into the house, knowing that her mom wouldn't feel as awkward with her there. "Do you need any help?"

"Well," her mother began, glancing back towards the rest of the boxes. "I guess you could take your things into your new room-"

"I wasn't talking about the boxes." Quinn said quickly, averting her eyes for a second.

The smile fell from her moms face and was replaced with a worried expression. "Things have been hard, I know that." Her mom spoke finally, moving so that she leaned against the boot of the car. "I know you and your sister enjoyed life back in LA, but there are some things you can't understand just yet."

"They never come close to daddy, do they?" Quinn whispered as she shuffled, wondering if her mom would blow up at the mention of her dad.

This time, however, her mom surprised her. "No." She stated. "No they don't. I don't think they ever will."

Sensing the awkward tension about to arise, Quinn quickly changed the subject. "Well, I think this place will be really cool. For all of us. I think I saw an amusement park down by the beach, so that'll be somewhere to go until school starts." School didn't start for another month or two, but any topic was better than her dad.

"That'd be good." Her mom smiled, and Quinn knew that for once it was genuine. "Maybe later we could go find a movie store or something, have a girls night-in like we used to?" Her tone was so hopeful that it was sort of upsetting.

"Can we get Chinese?" Quinn asked with a sheepish smile, and her mom nodded.

"Of course we can. How about this, I'll get the movie, and you guys get the food?"

"Sounds great."

"What're we talking about?" Peyton asked as she walked down the porch steps, slinging one arm around Quinn's shoulder.

"Horror movies and Chinese food." Quinn laughed as her big-sister gaped.

"Girls night?"

"Yep."

"Awesome!"

"Wait a second," their mom spoke up, interrupting the small cheer-fest. "I didn't say anything about horror movies."

"Oh mom," Peyton sighed playfully, "you still aren't getting it."

~...~...~

"You think there are any hot guys here?"

Quinn tore her gaze away from the busy street and looked at Peyton. Her sister currently fiddled with the menu on the table, occasionally fidgeting in her seat as they both waited for their order.

"You're thinking about guys?" Quinn laughed with slight disbelief. "Like, really?"

"What's wrong with thinking about guys?!" Peyton exclaimed with raised brows.

Quinn grinned and asked, "What about Harvey?"

"Harvey and me," Peyton paused and sighed loudly, "we're not exactly... together, anymore."

Quinn gaped. Harvey had been Peyton's boyfriend for about three years, and as far as she knew had been doing great. They'd been high-school sweethearts, and Quinn knew that Harvey had been her sisters first; in everything, so it came as a large surprise to her to hear that they were no longer going out. She thought long and hard about it, pondering over the reason for their break-up, but she couldn't think of anything. It wasn't as though Harvey was a douche, if anything he was too damn sweet. That couldn't have been the reason, could it?

"Fair enough. Can I ask why?" Quinn asked with a hopeful smile, and Peyton nodded.

"Distance." Her sister shrugged, as though it were the simplest explanation it the world. "We moved five hours away, and he's going to college soon. I'll probably get a job here to help mom out, and there's just no way to keep this going. A phone-call once a week doesn't exactly qualify as a good relationship. Eventually we're both going to want more. Besides, we parted on good terms, so everything's hunky-dory between us."

"I-I guess." Quinn muttered. "But aren't you gonna miss him?"

"Of course I will, but it's not like we're never gonna talk. He's still gonna call me when he gets the chance, so we're good. Anyway, I just want to stop talking about it, and find something else to focus on. Take my mind off it, I guess." Peyton replied dejectedly.

Quinn knew exactly how to console her older sister; she always had. But helping Peyton through a break-up would be a new thing for her. Mainly because her sister hadn't ever had another boyfriend, in her eyes Harvey had been the one. There was also the added uncomfortable fact that Quinn herself had never had a relationship like that before. Sure, she'd been with guys, though none had gone beyond the point of making-out and some heavy-petting, and none had ever lasted as long as Peyton's and Harvey's relationship. So she'd help her sister through it, and maybe learn a little for herself, should she ever go through the same thing in the near-future.

"Order seventeen." A loud voice called out, and Peyton raised her head.

"That's us."

Quinn waited for Peyton to collect their order, and then followed her back towards their moms car. She could smell the Chinese coming from the white plastic-bag, and she felt her stomach rumble.

"You think mom found a movie yet?" Peyton asked as they both climbed into the car.

"I hope so, I'm starving." Quinn muttered, a little overdramatically. She then leaned over towards the backseats, where Peyton had stored the food, and tore into the bag.

"What the heck are you doing?!" Peyton exclaimed as they pulled out of the parking lot.

For a moment, Quinn didn't reply. Her concentration was solely focused on retrieving the prawn chips, while also attempting to keep her balance as they drove. Finally, she managed to find the smaller bag she'd been looking for, and she plonked back into the passenger seat. "I was getting these." She explained with a light shrug.

"Mom's gonna kill you." Peyton warned, a small grin tugging at her lips as Quinn lightly shook the open bag in her direction. "Okay," she corrected as she regretfully took a chip, "she's gonna kill us."

"These come free if you spend thirteen dollars or over." Quinn said through a mouthful of chips. "What mom doesn't know won't kill her." She added for extra reassurance.

Peyton nodded and muttered, "You got me there."

It didn't take too long for them to arrive at the video store, mainly because they'd spent at least twenty minutes searching for it with their mom. She'd chosen to stay there and look for a movie, while they went to pick up the food. Quinn hoped her mom had picked a good movie for them to watch, since she knew how much her mom hated horror-movies. She also knew the only reason her mom relented was because they'd pestered her so much, but it was more or less a routine. They'd argue about what kind of movie to get, but in the end it was always a horror they watched. It had been that way since she and Peyton were old enough to actually watch scary movies, and it wasn't about to end now that they'd moved.

"You wanna go get mom?" Peyton asked as they pulled in near the video store.

"No. But I will." Quinn sighed in reply. She quickly licked the chip evidence away from her fingers, rubbed them against her jeans, and then quickly exited the car.

The video store itself wasn't anything special. If anything it was a little small; in Quinn's opinion anyway. There were a lot of neon signs inside, and on one side of the store there were a shit-load of TV's, each one stacked on top of the other and playing the same thing. But Quinn was a little glad it was small, since it meant finding her mom wouldn't be so damn hard.

"Mom!" She called once she spotted a familiar head of hair, and she smiled once her mom turned. "We've got the food. D'you have the movie?"

"I do. How's this?" Her mom held out the video-tape and Quinn had to double-take.

"You picked this?" Quinn pointed to the tape, the name being 'The Howling'. It looked good and scary; something her mom couldn't have picked.

"Uh," her mom looked away with a small, sheepish expression, and Quinn quickly took note. "I had help. Is it alright?"

Quinn quickly nodded and said, "It's great, mom. Awesome."

"Olivia, I have some more recommendations if you-"

Quinn looked up and behind her mom, her eyes narrowing slightly. The tall, nerdish looking man was calling her mom by her first name, something that didn't quite settle with her. It could have been the fact that her mom had just gotten out of a relationship, or maybe it was the fact that some guy she didn't even know was getting a little close. Either way, she wasn't happy with it.

"Oh, I apologise." The man muttered, adjusting his glasses with slight embarrassment.

"It's fine, Max." Her mom reassured, and Quinn raised her brows. "Quinn, this is Max, he owns the store. And he helped me pick out a good enough movie."

The man, Max, smiled at Quinn and offered her his hand to shake. Quinn, not one for being rude, took it. "So," he began, "this is the daughter that's hard to please."

"Uh, yes. This is my youngest, Quinn."

"It's very nice to meet you."

"You too." Quinn said with a small smile. She thought she'd jumped to conclusions way too soon, and that this man was just helping her mom pick a movie. But who could blame her? After everything her mom had been through, it was hers and Peyton's job to make sure she stayed safe.

"Speaking of, where's Peyton?" Her mom asked, her eyes flickering about the store as she searched for her other daughter.

"In the car, and she's probably eating all of the food so..." Quinn trailed off as she gestured to the door, hoping her mom would get the hint.

"Oh, of course, I'll be right there sweetie. Let me just pay for the movie."

Quinn nodded and glanced back at Max. "It was nice to meet you." He smiled in return and muttered the same words, and she left the video store.

"Let me guess, we're watching 'American Werewolf in London' again, aren't we?" Peyton sighed as Quinn shuffled back into the car.

"Actually, we're not. Mom picked a good movie." Quinn stated, letting out a small laugh at Peyton's disbelieving expression.

"You're fucking with me."

"I'm not. She had help though."

Peyton's eyes narrowed almost immediately. "From who?" She asked.

"The guy that owns the store. He seems nice." Quinn told her, stuffing the prawn chips back into the main bag.

"Nice." Peyton said the word as though she didn't quite believe it. "Is he 'hitting on our mom' nice, or 'he's gay and really friendly' nice?"

Quinn grinned with amusement and said, "You can tell?"

"Of course you can tell! It's in the eyes!" Her sister exclaimed, tapping the steering wheel with her hands.

"I don't know what kind of 'nice' he is. Besides, we can't get involved with moms love-life, you know that. We just have to keep her safe and sane." Quinn sighed, resting her head back against the seat.

"Yeah, well, screw that." Peyton said loudly, annoyance clear in her tone. "She didn't get away from one monster just to end up with another."

"Max doesn't seem like a monster." Quinn said, in the hopes of reassuring her sister.

"I'll be the judge of that."

Authors Note;

So, I know it was short, but this is just the first chapter. There's more to come! Please Review and let me know what you think. Thanks!