Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. But mmm, they're so gorgeous. )

A/N: There was no Star. Well, there is, but David has no interest in her. There will be Laddie, The Frog Brothers, and The Emersons of course. Not much will happen as it did in the movie. Some, but not much.

"Missy!" My mother called from upstairs. I was sitting downstairs with my brother Sam. My mother didn't like my full name. Mischief Isabella Emerson. My father picked it out.

I scrunched my nose up at the nickname as I looked over at Sam. She didn't call him 'Sammy'.

"Missy!"

"Yeah, ma?"

"Do you want to go into town with me, honey?"

I beamed. I loved my mom, I really did, I just hated that nickname. "Yeah!"

"Does Sam want to go?"

"Sammypoo do you want to go to town with motherdear and I?" I asked him sweetly.

"Sure," he shrugged, "it's not like grandpa really took me."

We had just moved to Santa Carla, and from what I saw it was pretty nice. I didn't go out the night prior with my brothers, as I helped my mom unpack, and my grandfather tidy up.

My brother Micheal was eighteen years old, I was seventeen, and Sam was only fifteen.

Mike got his looks from our father. Dark, curly hair and dark mysterious eyes to match. Sam, took after our mother with his light hair and eyes.

My guess is that I got a little of both from our parents. I was pale, like my mother, with the exception that she was only a little pale, I was so white, I could make milk look pale. My hair, which was a very dark brown like Mike's, fell in waves to my elbows. I had sidebangs that I parted over my right eye.

My eyes were a bright cobalt green, and they were set under perfectly arched eyebrows. My lips were full, which I think I got from my father's mother, and I always had them painted with red lipstick.

My personality however seemed to be mixed between my brothers'. I did good in school and I respected my mother, like Mike, but I loved to goof around and be childish, like Sam. There was one thing neither of my brothers were into however, and that was partying.

I mean, Mike went to a few occasional parties, and Sam went to birthday parties, but me, I went out every Friday and Saturday during the school year and got completely wasted. It was my own trait entirely, I had no idea whom I inherited it from.

I loved my brothers dearly. As a matter of fact, when I got my cartilage pierced for the second time, I brought Sam with me and he got his ear done. Then when I got my nose done, I had Mike come and hold my hand.

I had each earlobe pierced three times. My cartilage was pierced twice on my left ear, and my right nostril was pierced with a little diamond stud.

"Yeah mom, Sam will go! What's town like, Sam?"

"Eh, it's crowded and loud. They've got a comic book store. Then there's the video store where mom works, and Mike found some girl to pine after already."

I snorted, "Leave it to Mike to find a girl here."

"Get ready you two!"

I sighed loudly and went up the stairs to change.

I pulled on a cute black top with white polkadots, a denim mini skirt, and some black leggings. Then I brushed my hair before finding black pumps. I dashed downstairs.

"I'm ready!" I sang out.

Our mother dropped us off in town and Sam walked me over to the comic book store. While I was a girl, I could still appriciate a Batman comic every now and again.

After looking around for awhile, a tan boy approached us.

"Notice anything unusual about Santa Carla yet?"

"No, it's a pretty cool place," Sam answered.

"If you're a martian," I added on.

"Or a vampire," another boy spoke up and I jumped from his sudden appearance.

"Are you two sniffin' old newsprint or somethin'?" Sam asked laughing. I cracked a smile.

"You think you really know what's happening here don't you? Well, I'll tell you what buddy, you don't know shit. You think we just work in a comic book store for our folks, huh?"

I went to open my mouth, I never stood for anyone talking to either of my brother's like that. Sam beat me to it.

"Actually I thought it was a bakery."

I giggled and walked over to the Batman comics while they talked to Sam a bit more, before I heard Sam call me over.

"C'mon Mischief let's go," he called from the doorway.

I put the comic I was holding in my hands down, put my hands behind my back and skipped off behind my brother. Destination? Unknown.