Well, Byrneshadow, we all know YOU'VE been waiting for this. so here it is…A FANTASTICAL LOST BOYS FANFICTION (written by none other than the fanastic fantastic author that is ME). so here we are…without further ado…MOVES LIKE JAGGER (lol byrneshadow, yes, I actually am calling it that)

OOPS more ado! stupid lawyers…I don't own the lost boys, the Santa Carla boardwalk, or the song moves like jagger (TOTALLY RAD SONG, btw)

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Just another bright and sunny day in La Jolla. The birds were singing, the waves were just the right height for bodysurfing, and the tourists were out by the dozens. This was a typical day in this modern little beach town. If you were a tourist, then great! La Jolla was less than ten minutes from downtown San Diego, Seaworld, beautiful beaches, and a sweet little downtown area. If you were a local, then, well…those fucking tourists could get on your nerves.

My friends Paige and Sydney met me at my house up on the hill. "Ready?" they asked. We strapped on our helmets and began to bike down Mount Soledad, bags overflowing with towels, sunscreen, music, food, and any other great crap we could stuff in there. It was mid-July and the public beaches were pretty crowded, but since my grandparents belonged to a country club, and there was usually plenty of space.

We coasted into the club, and I showed our family's membership card to the gatekeeper. Parking our bikes at the rack outside the club restaurant, we headed in to grab some chairs and an umbrella and set up our stuff right along the water.

"You're so lucky, Alexa," my friend Paige said, lounging on one of the deck chairs. "My family would never be able to stay somewhere this fancy." "I second that," said Sydney. She took a long slurp of her soda. "I mean, we could do something similar, but not a permanent membership." I just shrugged. My grandparents had always had money, and I hadn't really ever thought about it. I mean, I still tried to be careful when I spent: I'm a natural cheapskate. "Guys, let's avoid talking about money? It's summer! Who cares? Remember our motto?" I said, grinning. They smiled, and the three of us chanted together: "Sleep all day, party all night!" We clinked our glasses and took long sips of soda.

Paige and Sydney had been my best friends forever. We'd all met in kindergarten at the All Hallows School a few blocks from our houses, and things took off from there. We started having sleepovers every single weekend, until eventually their parents and my grandparents set up our bedrooms so that in them were two beds and a couch, as well as a TV. That way, we had a system when we went to each others houses, and we pretty much started moving into each others' closets.

I met Paige first, because she was in my class. I sat down at my new desk and I was really nervous, especially when she walked in the room. She was really tall for a five-year-old and had fiery red hair, so when she sat down next to me I almost had a mini heart attack. I was terrified of her until she smiled and said "Hi! Can you help me spell this? I'm confuzzed." We both laughed and I helped her spell the word; I don't remember what it was, but it was something really easy like "veterinarian".

We met Sydney at recess. We had been playing two-person tag, but that gets pretty damn boring after a while because you're just chasing the same person over and over and over. So when Sydney came racing up, brown curls bouncing and an innocent look on her face, the two of us traded a wicked grin before smacking her on the shoulder and yelling "Lava monster! Newbie's it!", running away as fast as we could. Sydney, not being your average 5-year-old either, unleashed an Indian war cry before sprinting after us.

So, to the non-amazement of everyone, we became an inseparable trio of the three most awkward children on the planet. Now, with all of us being fifteen, we had become the most epic people you will ever meet, if you ever meet us. Like you matter. We're going places and leaving the rest of the shit that made fun of us in the dust.

As it started to get dark on the beach, we built our little illegal bonfire (like the employees cared: as long as we paid money, they were cool drinking their free milkshakes or whatever), and Sydney pulled out her guitar. We sang all our favorite songs from our Girl Scout camp, which had ended three days before. We got a lot of strange looks from other people of the beach while we sang about fried ham, but who gave a shit? We didn't. We just kept singing and listening to the guitar chords, watching the flames dance in the fire pit.

After that, we just sat in silence, staring at the bonfire. "Why do you think we're friends?" Paige asked. Sydney grinned. "Because we're all misfits, but somehow the coolest misfits ever?" We all laughed, but Paige sobered up again quickly. "No, really, guys. Were we chosen to be friends by something…else? Have we been friends before this?" I thought for a moment before answering. "I think however long we've been friends- and we have been friends before this- even if we don't do anything major, even if just hanging out like this is what we're meant to do, I think we were chosen to be there for each other. We are friends, for now and for always." I grinned and put my fist over the fire, and they did so with their fists. I opened my mouth to start the cheer, but Paige held her hand up. "We need a new cheer. 'Sleep all day, party all night" won't exactly work when we're sixty." "Unless we're lively old ladies," I said, and Sydney and I cracked up while she gave us a strange look. "Seriously, guys! We need a cheer that means something. What about…here forever, friends for always?" Sydney and I nodded.

"Okay then," Paige said. Over our fists we all screamed our new motto: "HERE FOREVER, FRIENDS FOR ALWAYS!"

At this, the bonfire leaped brighter than ever, setting all our hands on fire. Paige and Sydney screamed and ran straight for the ocean, and I was about to do the same when I noticed something. I didn't feel any pain. And the fire wasn't spreading. I heard two screams from the water. "We dunked ourselves in water and we're still on fire!" Paige cried. I ran over to them, and we all grabbed hands again. "What is it?" Sydney asked, staring at her lit hand with gory fascination. Suddenly, our bonfire split in half, and we headed back up the beach.

Instead of the fire pit, a set of stone steps descended into a torchlit hallway. "Where does it go?" I wondered. "Only one way to find out," Sydney said. "Maybe something down there will put out this creepy flame." Holding up her hand to light her way, she began descending the steps and vanished from view. Her voice echoed up the stairs. "Coming?" she yelled. Paige and I sighed and headed down the steps, cringing as we heard the flames reconnect and seal the door behind us.

We walked for what felt like hours before Sydney tripped on something; and like dominoes, we all fell over onto…more steps. Crying for joy, we scrambled up them, desperate for water and sunlight. Sydney hit her head at the top with an "Ow!", and reached up, pushing above her with both arms. A trapdoor swung open, and we all climbed out onto a beach. The fire on our arms had gone out, but we had flame-shaped tattoos where it had burned.

We weren't really paying attention to those, though. We were more focused on the three boys standing in front of us. I recognized them from Sydney's favorite movie The Lost Boys. We all stood there in shocked silence until one of their mouths dropped open.

"Holy shit!" yelled Sam Emerson. "We found more vampires!"

Damn.