Disclaimers: I don't own Lost Boys but Chris and her family are my creation.
AN: Don't really know if this will turn out good or not, but I love Lost Boys, and after a few years of being addicted to Fanfiction I thought it was time to try to write my own story. Any criticism is welcome, but please don't be extremely brutal. As I've said, this is a first for me and I'm not going to get it perfect.

Please comment if you want me to continue with the story.

I've always been grateful for the life I have. My parents were still alive, they didn't take drugs or beat me and they loved me like any other parent would their children.
My older brother and I had no long lived war between us and we got along relatively well. Of course we argued but it was natural for siblings to do so.
I had no hidden talents and no un-natural beauty. I was relatively normal. Dirty blonde hair that reached my shoulder blades, green eyes and I was an average height for a girl.
My life was normal, and I was fine with it. However, I didn't expect my normal little family to move suddenly. We were settled in our little house in Bakersfield, California. Moving all the way to Santa Carla was a little extreme to me, but I trusted my parents. And besides, it isn't like something life changing is going to happen.

Me and my brother, Eddie were sat in the back of our truck while our parents sat in the front. The windows were all wound the whole way down allowing the sea air to fill the truck. Santa Carla had a very sweet smell. It was a combination of the ocean and carnival food smell which drew you in and made you breathe deeper to get more of the delicious fragrance.
My mom was asleep so me, Eddie and my dad had full control of the radio which was blaring Aerosmith. We didn't need to worry about waking mum up because once she fell asleep almost nothing could get her up again.
"Hey! Look kids! They said the boardwalk is open almost all the time. Don't think you'll get bored easily with that there!"
My brother grunted but I smiled at our dad's obvious excitement.

We got to our new home shortly after that and I and Eddie dumped our belongings in the rooms we had claimed for our own.
"Hey Crystal!"
Yes, you heard right. My parents went through a huge hippie phase and unfortunately I was born during that phase. I convinced everyone to call me Chris but of course Eddie uses my full name to piss me off more than usual.
"What? And don't call me that." I snapped at Eddie who was leaning against my door frame. He had that look on his face which meant he wanted to go out and cause some trouble.
My brother had been swept up in the whole punk rock look. My mum didn't let him grow his hair like he wanted to so instead he spiked it up and dyed it a green colour. My parents were so mad when they found out my brother had dyed his hair, and he was grounded for so many weeks, but he always tells me it was worth it.
He has baby blue eyes that girls seemed to swoon over and he was always dressed in leather and chains. I don't know how, but he managed to get himself a dirt bike even though our parents view them as death traps. It a bit creepy the way he treats his bike. He calls it his 'baby' and I swear he shows more love to that bike than he does to me.
"You wanna do down to the boardwalk? I wanna go find a job and see what this shitty little town has to offer."
"Sure. Just let me get changed."

He made his way outside while I changed into some ripped jeans and a black tank top. I didn't want to impress anyone so I just dressed for comfort tonight. That, and I was too lazy to get all of my clothes out of the boxes. When I got outside Eddie was already on his bike and with a quick goodbye and stay safe from the parents we were swerving in and out of traffic.
At 9.00pm the boardwalk was completely packed. You couldn't walk three steps without bumping into someone.

Eddie had left me to go find a job about an hour ago. He was either still trying to find a job or he was trying to pick up some girl. There were a few stores that had caught my eye but I didn't want to risk the bodily harm of trying to force myself out of the crowd. I kept moving with the wave of people towards where a huge concert was being held.
"Fuck it."
I hadn't had a good dance in ages. I made my way through the crowd but I didn't get close to the real head banging, violent dancing people were doing near the front.
After a while of awkward dancing, my body started moving freely. The music washed over me like fog rolling over mountains and it felt like my heart was ready to jump out of my chest.
This was the moments I lived for. The moments where you can be completely free, where you don't have to worry about anything and you have no responsibilities on your shoulders.

I threw my hands in the air and tilted my head back. Everyone was moving like waves in the ocean and the movements grew more intense as the saxophone grew louder. I could feel my body getting hotter and the sweat started to roll off my body so I started to slow my movements. It was hen when I felt it. That feeling you get when someone is staring at you for too long.
I looked over the crowd of people and saw the bodies dancing and moving as one. That is until the crowd parted a bit. I was about to turn back around after seeing nothing interesting until I spotted a pair of brown eyes.

They looked at me as if I wasn't just one person in a crowd of more than a hundred bodies. His gaze was so strong that it felt as if he was trying to hypnotise me from across the crowd. I started to take more of his figure in and I wasn't disappointed. He had a soft face, but still very handsome and long dark hair that reminded me of a Native American. I swear I could have seen a glimpse of a feather burrowed somewhere in that hair. He wore some black jeans with a top that showed off his very toned stomach. He had this leather jacket and I could tell that he had added small trinkets to it over the years.

I looked around me for the gorgeous girl that had captured the gaze of this man because I was certain that he wasn't looking at me. But as I looked around I could see nothing but men and young boys. I turned back confused to the man to see him still staring in my direction with a smirk on his face as if I had done something that had amused him.

Our little staring contest was broken when two blonde men came bounding over to him. One must have been a little bit taller than me with curly hair and the other was a bit taller than the dark haired man. His hair was wild and messy and looked as if it hadn't had contact with a brush for a few years. They all started talking and laughing when they all turned to look in my direction. I could just about manage having one man stare at me, but three at once was making my cheeks burn. They must have seen the blush on my cheeks as well as they all started to grin.

"Time to go" I whispered to myself and started to force myself through the crowd of dancing people. I could still feel eyes burning into the back of my head and it made me nervous. They looked at me as if they knew something I didn't.
It took me some time to stumble out of the crowd of bodies, but I soon found myself walking down the boardwalk. It was less crowded as most people had gone to the concert so I was able to walk without bumping into anyone.

I made my way over to a part of the boardwalk that was overlooking the sea. The moon was half full and the light bounced off the sea's surface giving a glow that was more comforting than eerie. The sound of the water sloshing onto the shore soothed me and soon I was able to drown out everything except the water.

That wasn't the greatest of things to do I soon found out as I missed the sound of three pairs of feet walking towards me. I had no idea they were there until they talked, snapping me out of my peaceful daydream.
"Hey Chickie! What you doing all by your lonesome?"