Meet Angie

Hey, I'm Angie Emerson, I'm sixteen years old and the dreaded middle child of the family. I have two brothers, Michael (who's 17) and my baby brother Sam (who's 11). We only have my mother because my father left us for a younger woman, which in my opinion is quite rude!

I'm a pretty laid back person but I'm not afraid to state my opinion, I'm also very fluent in sarcasm.

Well, that's all for now, I gotta go my mum's calling me to finish packing!

Later Losers! ;)

I don't own Lost Boys or any of the characters except Angie Emerson. Also, if I happen to use someone else's idea please tell me and I will apologize and give credit to the author. Thank you for reading I hope you like it!

Chapter 1

Ah, summer, Angie's favorite season, or, at least, it was until her father decided to screw everything up by cheating on her mother. Yes, cheating, with his receptionist, it's funny how cliché the whole boss/worker affair thing is. It's truly sad to think a man would do this to his family because he wanted to get laid by some younger woman but alas he did, so now Angie, her brothers, Sam's dog Nanook, and her mother have to move because the jerk also took all the money. So now here they were, sitting in the car in silence as they drive along the road.

"We're getting close," her darling mother said with glee in her voice.

"What's that smell?" asked Sam while wrinkling his nose.

Breathing in the amazing scent, Lucy sighed in happiness and answered back "ocean air".

With the most deadpanned expression, he could muster Sam replied: "smells like something died".

Angie could see the light fade in her mothers' eyes as she glanced around the car, so she did what all good daughters would do and smacked Sam upside the head. She could hear Michael snicker as Sam groaned and rubbed his head.

"What the hell did you do that for?!" he exclaimed while staring at her in the mirror in disbelief.

"You know why I did it and plus I haven't hit you today anyway" she replied back with a smirk.

"Guys, I know it hasn't been easy…with the divorce and now the move… but I truly think you're going to like living in Santa Carla"

No one said anything, the kids didn't look convinced even Angie, Lucy's most laid back child, was upset about moving. And this was the girl who was okay with going anywhere at any time, but right now she was taking it as hard as Sam. Lucy tried to find something to say to get smiles on her children's faces again but the only thing she could think of was music.

"How 'bout some tunes" she suggested, as she turned the radio on, it just so happened to be on a country station.

"Keep going," Sam said

Next was another boring station to which Michael, finally speaking up, replied: "Keep going". Lucy changed the change once again but this time, it was a song she knew. Laughing she sang along, and all three kids exclaimed "Keep going"

Lucy smiled and flip through the channels once more and it landed on a Top 20s and soon the kids relaxed, but that didn't last long, as they passed the "Welcome to Santa Carla" sign, Angie and Michael saw that someone had spray painted "MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD" on the back. They exchanged a concerned look but didn't say anything.

*Time Skip*

Angie's POV-

We pulled up to grandpa's house to see him lying face first on the front porch.

"He looks dead," Michael said looking semi-annoyed

"If he's dead can we move back to Phoenix?" asked Sam with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Sam!" I yelled slightly upset that he would say that. Yeah, I didn't want to move either but that didn't mean I wanted someone to die just so we could go back.

"Playin' dead… and from what I hear, doin; a damn good job of it too." Grandpa said while slowly standing up.

We all exchanged weird looks as mom hugged grandpa. Our life just got a whole lot weirder.

We walked inside of grandpa's home and let me tell you, it was creepy. Michael, Sam, and I walked into the kitchen and Sam immediately starts talking about how grandpa doesn't have a T.V. and blah blah blah, I just rolled my eyes and went off to find a room. Yes, it bothers me that we had to move but just dwelling on the negatives isn't gonna get me anywhere, so I better make the best of my situation and try to find the biggest room before the boys.

I start going downstairs after finding a decent size room because the boys were fighting over the biggest one and I wasn't going to get into that fight. Next thing I know I'm being pushed against a wall because Michael's chasing after Sam. I ran after them and jumped onto Michael's back to slow him down.

"Go Sammy Go, I'll hold him off!" Michael, still carrying me on his back, ran after Sam. Sam opens a door and we all stop and stare in wonder. "whoa" I say quietly. This room is just...creepy. There was stuffed animals of all kinds, piles of random pelts, bottles of eyes, wooden animal forms, which all makes sense because I guess Grandpa's a taxidermist, but he may also be a murderer and that might be where he kills people you never know. Suddenly grandpa grabs Sam and I's shoulders and we jump.

He yells "RULES, I got some rules around here" Michael gently set me down and we watched as grandpa opened the fridge and lifted a cardboard sign labeled 'old fart'. I imagine he put that up because we were gonna be living with him, which made me giggle.

"Second shelf is mine… I keep my root beers and double-thick Oreo's here…Nobody touches the second shelf…"

Michael, Sam, and I walked into the living room following after grandpa.

"When the mailman brings the T.V. Guide, sometimes the corner of the address label will curl up…you'll be tempted to peel it off. DON'T. You'll end up rippin' the cover and I don't like that…"

He goes into the taxidermy/maybe his murdering room and says

"and stay outta here."

"Well, my suspicions are confirmed he IS a murderer" I whisper to Michael which causes him to laugh.

"…you have a T.V.?" Sam questions as that small glimmer of hope came back to his eyes.

"No. I just like to read the T.V. Guide, read the T.V. Guide, you don't need a T.V." grandpa said with a grin as he disappeared into the murder room. Once again I could see the hope fade out of my poor baby brother's eyes. I frowned it hurt to see him so upset.

-End of chapter one-

Thank you guys so much for reading this, it's my first story EVER so please be nice, but you can leave me criticism and ideas it would be really helpful!