A/N: OKAY SO THIS IS SOOO WEIRD, BUT IT'S A LITTLE THING CALLED SUSPENSION OF DISBELIEF or something along those lines... It's a dream I had and decided to write down but twist it a little, because it's MY dream and I'll do what I want with it, it was just a silly idea I had to get down on paper- uh... XD BTW!! The characters I use in here belong to Rockstar Games and whoever came up with Lost Boys. ;)


Love Bites

Chapter One: Hello or So Long?

"So, here we are again, washing machine. I don't like you and you clearly don't like me, but let's call a truce: You don't break down again and get me grounded again, and I won't give you a reason to break down for an actual reason." I glared solemnly at the inanimate machine before me, before giving a nod I knew wouldn't be responded to. I stayed home too much, maybe, but it wasn't my fault; there's never ANYTHING to do. I went about doing mine and my sister's laundry, in hopes of getting my weekly allowance, when I heard Bandit yelling around in the living room.

"HOLY FUCK!! RIKKY! I need your help!" She sounded frantic, but knowing her, I felt it had something to do with the new digital cable we got a few days before. Deciding to go and taunt her for being technologically impaired, I started the washing machine and made for the living room. What I found both amused and confused me; Bandit was sitting there with her best friend Forrest, who was dressed entirely in a ninja suit, but seeming a little apprehensive with her. "Dude, that wasn't cool. You know what she did?" Not giving me a chance to guess, "She decided it was funny to climb in from that window with her damned katana and dressed up like that and chase me around with it!"

"Uh, that's because it was funny!" Forrest giggled, taking off the face mask that covered half her face, smiling. "Well, now I'm bored again."

"Yeah, that was probably the most intriguing thing today..." Bandit sat back on the chair. "I know, let's watch the Lost Boys!" Bandit sat up again, clapping in finality.

"Ehh, why not." Forrest agreed and I just shrugged; I didn't really care. Bandit stood up and plopped it in the DVD player. As me and Bandit both expected, Forrest took out her phone and started texting some guy. The movie started.

"Stop being a text-hole!! You know, it's not very fun when you decide to text every guy you know at once." Bandit sighed, knowing it was useless. It was about the part where Edgar Frog stabbed Marco when a loud whirring sound could be heard from upstairs. Shrugging at each other, we went to go check it out. Whirring turned into loud banging, and just knowing it was that damned washing machine I threw open the door to the laundry room. Everywhere, and I mean everywhere, was covered in laundry soap suds. Cursing at it and bolting a little too fast into the room, I slipped and cracked my head really hard on the wall just across from the haywire washing machine, disappearing into a sea of bubbles. The ceiling tile that was right beside the light fixture popped out of its place and landed on my already hurting head.

"What is your logic!?" I half yelled at the room, knowing I'd be grounded for a good two weeks as the repair guy would come in again for the third time this month. I looked up, trying to decide how to go about explaining what happened this time and suggesting getting a new washing machine altogether, when I noticed something was amiss on the ceiling; besides the tile. There appeared to be a room above the laundry room, peering through the hole, which either wasn't noticed at all in my ten years of living in the same house or there was something seriously wrong with my head. "Hey, do you guys see that or did I finally lose it?"

Bandit and Forrest looked up, and a look of confusion spread across their faces, and they looked back at me shrugging. Realizing there was a haywire washing machine still beside us, I gave it one good kick and it gave up on its life altogether. Bandit stared absentmindedly at it and said, "Well how about that, it finally committed suicide."

"Not really, Rikky kinda killed it." Forrest pointed out.

"I guess so. Well, shall we?" Bandit asked, pointing up at the mysterious room above us. They both looked at me for confirmation.

"I guess? I don't really feel like being here when mom and dad get back." I frowned at the lecture I'd be given for their crappy washing machine's sudden death. I climbed on the dead machine and pulled myself through the hole, being closely followed by Bandit and Forrest in turn. What I saw totally mind-fucked me; wherever I was, I wasn't home.

A/N: So, this'll be a little different from what I'm used to, so, I guess you'll have to review and continue? If you do, I will; PINKY SWEAR! :)