Sorry for the wait people! =(
Sorry it short..........writers block
I have had this forever but I had problems with my internet! I waill update sooner.
I have tons of Lost Boys ideas -- mainly with Paul and Marco.....=))
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We had just pulled up in the parking lot of the 'Miami Dancers'. An old club that she worked at.
"How do you know she even still works here, I mean come on, it's been a year."
"I just know, ok."
"Fine."
We walked around back to where me and Marco would be let in. We knew the bouncer, and we would go into the back room with the girls were. Issy was all good friends with all of dancers, so I rember some of their names.
"We'll, long time no see guys."
"Hey Chris."
He open the door for us.
"You know the rules, when the girls go out so do you. It would be just my luck that the manger when in and you two would be sitting their."
"You worry to much Chris." Marco said as we walked in.
The girls were running all over the place, fixing their hair, putting on makeup, and getting into their normal tigth black shirt with tigth blue jeans.
"Paul, Marco! Where the hell have you two been for the past year." Lilly said jumping up from where she sat.
"Hey Lilly." Marco said.
"Where's Issy?" I asked. All I wanted to do is talk to her, to hear her say my name would be like heaven.
"Her and Jaime traded tables about six months ago." She turned and pointed to a make up table in the back. "She's back there."
"Thanks."
I walled over to the table as the boys started to talk to some other girls. When I got there, she wasn't.
"Hey Paul." said a girl that I had forgoten her name.
"Hey, where's Issy?"
"She's in the locker room, but I woundn't go in there."
"Why? What's wrong?"
"She's about as pissed off as someone can get."
I walked to the door labeled 'lockers'. Then I saw her. She was sitting on the bench digging though everything in her locker, which everything was on the floor.
"This is Bullshit!" she scremed. She stood up and cover her eyes with one hand and the other on her wist. She was trying to clam her self down by taking a few deep breaths. I walked over behind her and rapped my hands around her wist and whisper.
"Miss me?"