Warnings: Drug use (weed) , swearing, and mean language will be used. If you cannot handle that, so not read this story.
Disclaimer: In no way do I own "Lost Boys", the only character that is mine is Tianna Emerson.
I hope you all enjoy the first chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it.
Chapter 1: The Santa Carla Life
To tell you the truth, Santa Carla is the last place I expected my mom to move us too. However, after the divorce we lost a lot of our money and our house in the settlement. So our only option was to move to Santa Carla to live with our grandpa, who thankfully has a big enough house for all of us. I, in no way, want to share a room with either Michael, or Sam. My brothers and I tolerate each other on a good day. Sam and Michael are close to each other but I'm the odd one out. That's how its always been, and there's no way it's going to change any time soon. After the divorce they seemed to hate me even more, I think it's because I resemble our cheating father so much. I share his bright red hair and slate gray eyes, while both my brothers take after our mother. Although Michael did inherit our fathers curls. I was broken out of my thoughts by my mothers yelling.
"Wait, this is from my era!" Mom exclaims, shooting me a smile. "Grooving, on a Sunday afternoon!"
"Mom" Sam groaned out behind me. Which I don't blame him for, while we didn't agree on things often, we both agreed that our mom should never sing.
"I know, I know." Mom rolled her eyes. "I'll keep going." She took one hand off the wheel and started messing with the dial. After a few turns, and a few no's, we settled on a rock station playing music we all agreed with.
I lent my head back, and closed my eyes. I just want to get out of this car and in to grandpa's house. We've already been on the road for at least 5 hours now, 5 hours is way to long to be stuck In a small cramped car. Not to mention the smell that was coming form Sam's dog, Nanook. Top that off with being stuck in my brothers company, and I was more the ready to be outside.
"Ew!" Sam exclaimed suddenly, causing me to jerk my eyes open in surprise. "What is that smell!" he gagged.
"Ah! That's the smell of ocean air" Mom sighed. "Doesn't it smell great?"
"If you like the smell of dead bodies." Sam scoffed, turning his nose away from the window.
To my right was a big sign that read "Welcome to Santa Carla". It was covered in graffiti, but one piece caught my eye, it said "Murder Capital of the World". I rolled my eyes, and ignored it. Who cares if it is the murder capital, every one has to die sometime anyway.
With a screech and a lurch, our car finally pulled up to Grandpas house. Not wasting any time I leaped out of the car, slammed the door, and took a deep breath of air. I exhaled, already feeling myself wake up.
Grandpa's house was big and wooden, image a cabin as a mansion and thats it. It was surrounded by trees, I could hear the birds chirping and calling away to each other. It was such a change from the big city that I was used to. No smell of gasoline, no cars honking away at each other, and the only thing I saw when I look up was the big blue sky. I could tell I would love it here.
"Ahhh! Got you!" Caught my attention, I dragged my eyes down from the sky and saw my family gathered around Grandpa who was lying on the wooden porch.
"I was playing dead, and doing a darn good job from the sound of it." He laughed, and with help from mom stood up. I wonder how long he lied there, waiting for us to arrive.
"Dad!' Mom laughed slapping his arm.
I walked over to the porch and climbed up to stand next to everyone. Now that I was closer I could see that Grandpa hasn't changed since I saw him last. He still had the same glasses, and bright smile that made his eyes crinkle. He had always been my favorite family member, me and him got along the best and understood each other. Not to mention the fact the we both partake in medicine cannibas., though that was our little secret.
"Grandpa." I said, giving him a bright beaming smile.
"Ahh! Tianna, my dear, I was wondering how long you were going to take getting over here" He grinned back at me.
"I was just admiring the scenery, its beautiful out here" I complemented, giving the area and the house another once over.
"See, Sam and Michael, be more like your sister and appreciate the new place we live at." Mom said, grinning abit to make her words seem less harsh. I could tell she was being serious though, considering the fact that they have been whining before we even entered the car this morning.
I saw Sam and Michael give each other looks from the corner of my eye. They use anything I do as a reaon so hate me even more, and I knew they would be bicthing about it later.
I took that as my chance to go inside and pick out a room before Sam and Michael did. I opened the screen door and immediately saw the staircase. I knew that to the right of them was the living room, and to the left was the dining room, kitchen, and Grandpa's taxidermy room. I knew these things because out of all of us I've been here the most to visit (excluding, of course, mom). So I already knew which room I wanted, and knew that if I didn't get in the house first Michel would take it as his own.
I walked up the dark staircase and walked form the landing to the end of the hall to a door. I opened said door and walked up the stairs to, in my opinion, the best room in the house. Which, I guess, is technically an attic. However, it was a beautiful room, it had vaulted ceilings, with dark wooden flooring. There was two big windows on the back wall the perfectly illuminated the room with sunlight.
I heard thudding as Sam, and Michael ran up the stairs, and could hear more yelling and shouting as the fought over rooms. Thankfully, and surprisingly they didn't come to my room. I waited a while to ensure that they had in fact found rooms before I went and fetch my stuff to unpack it.
I looked around my room and smiled, I finally after 2 hours of struggle, had my bookshelf, dressers, and bed set up. All my clothes and nick nacks where still packed away and I was in no mood to do anything about it. I'll finish un-packing tomorrow.
"Tianna!" My mom shouted up at me from down the stairs. "If you want to come with us to the boardwalk, we're leaving in 20 minutes!"
I immediately perked up, I've always wanted to go, but Grandpa would never take me. He always said it was too dangerous for a child. Which I had disagreed with, the boardwalk was a heaven for children. Full of rides, booths, carnival food, and of course the beach, there's no place that a child would want to be at more then there. At least, that was true for me, and now I was finally going. Though I would have to endure Sam and Michael, seeing as they are the only ones I know here. Even as bad as that sounds, going the boardwalk outweighed my want to not be near my siblings.
I quickly looked in the mirror and saw that I looked pretty good for having been in a car so long. My red hair was long and curly, and didn't look to messy, and my mascara was thankfully not smudged. The only thing I needed to do was change out of my sweats, and redo my lipstick. Putting my mirror down on my dresser, I walked over to my bed where my little carry bag the I packed some clothes in sat. I opened it and pulled out dark, denim skinny jeans, a tight red shirt, and my favorite black leather jacket. I pulled my clothes on, zipped my tan ankle healed boots up,. I walked back to my mirror, applied a light layer of red lipstick and fluffed my hair a little. I turned back to my bag, emptied the rest of the clothes out on to the ground. I keep my lighter, wallet, and on a whim threw two pre-rolled joints into the front pocket to make this trip extra fun.
I turned of my light, threw my bag on my shoulder and walked down the two flights of stairs. I arrived just as they headed out the door. I waved bye to Grandpa who was sitting on the couch in the living room and followed my family out to moms car.
The boardwalk was just like I had always imagined. Bright lights flashed everywhere, and the smell of carnival food permeated the air. Shouts, and laughter could be heard from the happy people wandering around. The people themselves fit perfectly in with the atmosphere. Brightly colored mohawks decorated many heads, and piercings and tattoos decorated even more people. Everything about the place seemed fun and exciting.
"Okay guys, I need to go look for a job. While I'm doing that why don't you wander around and meet me back at the car in 2 hours?' Mom suggested, her brown eyes already scanning the windows for help wanted signs. We all quickly agreed and separated from each other, Sam and Michael headed toward a live concert and left me standing by myself.
"Thanks guys." I muttered to myself, quickly moving towards the direction of the beach. I don't know why I felt slightly hurt that they left me by myself, I guess I was hoping we could all maybe start over.I quickly got over it though, and looked at my surroundings. I was still close enough to the boardwalk to hear the sounds and smell the food but not close enough for anyone to see me light up a joint.
I hopped up on a blue railing that was framing the sandy beach, I made sure that I was balanced before I brought my bag on my lap. I took out the white joint, put it between my lips to light it when the sound of motorcycles caught my attention. I looked up and saw 4 motorcycles zoom down the boardwalk and come to a halt not to far from me.
The group consisted of four guys, 3 blondes, and one brunette. The brunette had long hair, tanned skin, and a dark leather jacket similar to mine on. One of the blondes had a angelic look to him and had the raddest patch jacket on that I've ever seen. He was sitting to the left of the brunette. The blonde on the right had a peroxide mullet going on that reminded me of a gremlin.
However out of the four it was the one by the peroxide blonde that really caught my attention. He had long blonde rocker hair, and tight white pants. He had on a black jacket with gold buttons, that I shockingly, like more than my own. Something about him made my insides warm up had my heart fluttering.
Not wanting to be caught staring I put my attention back to my joint. I looked back down at my lap and searched through my bag my lighter. No matter how hard I looked though I could not see it. Even though I was positive that I had kept it in my bag. It must have been caught up with my clothes though, and was now lying in the floor of my room. That's just my luck I suppose.
Just as I was reaching up to put it back in my bag, the sound and light from a lighter made me jerk my head in front of me was the rocker blonde, and in his hand was a lighter. Now that he was so close I could tell that his eyes where a beautiful blue color, and how handsome his face was. I lent forward my eyes still locked with his and used the flame to light it. I took a deep breath and allowed the smoke to fill my lungs. I then took it out of my mouth and exhaled the gray smoke where I curled in waves up towards the sky.
"Thank you." I smiled shyly, my checks turning a little pink when he returned an even brighter one. "Do you want some?" I offered, stretching my hand out towards him.
"I can't refuse an offer like that form such a pretty girl." He reached out for the joint and took it, he touched my hand when he took it and I felt a spark, and then utter warmth spread through my hand as his touch lingered. We still haven't broken eye contact with each other as he took a drag, which he then slowly exhaled.
"I'm Paul babe, what your name?" He handed me back my joint.
"Tianna" I said offering my own tanned hand meet mine and shook it. When his hand connected with mine my heart picked up speed, and my checks flushed red. I had never had such a strong reaction to a man before. I felt complete , it was like I've been missing half of me for my whole life and have finally found the missing the half. To soon for my liking our little moment got interrupted by an unknown voice
"So Paul,who's your friend?"
Ta da! First chapter is done, please leave a review and tell me what you think.(;