Author's Note: Here's the next chapter! I'll try to have the next one up sooner, these early chapters are a little tricky because I don't want to be relying on the dialogue from the movie all the time, so I'm trying to make up my own as much as possible. There is some dialogue from a deleted scenes video on YouTube so I decided to use it seeing as it's not included in the film. Anyway, thanks to new favourites and follows and to TheGoofyCat, lostboyfan8797, Flowerchild23 and guest aka L.A ROBSON for their reviews :) hope you guys enjoy this, please review!

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, just my OCs.

Michael

We're had only been in the house a few hours and already I knew this place was weird, after seeing the sign on the way in with the words "Murder Capital of the World" on the back I assumed it was some kind of joke, but when I asked Grandpa he didn't seem to think it was too wild a title.

"If all the corpses buried around here was to stand up all at once, we'd have one hell of a population problem." Were his words if I remembered correctly.

Granted this was the guy who had a marijuana plant growing in his back yard, enjoyed taxidermy as a hobby and thought it was completely logical to read the TV guide even though he doesn't own a TV. Still, the place was starting to give me the creeps already.

"All unpacked?" Mom asked as I strolled into the kitchen, the smell of dinner making my stomach growl after a day of running boxes up and down the stairs.

I grabbed the stack of cutlery she had deposited on the table at some point and started setting out places, "Yup, need me to do anything else?"

"No it's fine sweetie, you've been a great help today. Do you wanna come to the boardwalk after dinner with Sam and I? I'm gonna look for a job and Sam wants to look around." She offered, I thought over it for a few seconds before nodding. It beat lying around for a few hours.

"Sure. I might look for a job as well." I added, causing her to falter a little in her stirring one of the pots.

She turned to me with a confused look on her face, "Isn't it a bit pointless when school starts in a few weeks?"

"I don't think I'm gonna go back." I confessed, holding my hands up to stop her upcoming lecture as she opened her mouth, "I just don't see the point, I'll be starting all over again just for one more year, I could be out there earning a wage and helping out around the place."

She shook her head, "If I get a job you won't need to worry about helping out. Having am education is valuable nowadays Michael. Plus it's your senior year, you might as well finish off school properly."

I shrugged, "I don't know."

"Promise me you'll think about it some more? You have the rest of the summer to make up your mind."

"Okay." I agreed, knowing I probably wouldn't change my mind. But it satisfied mom to know I was thinking over things, she turned back to the stove and kept stirring. I ran a hand through my hair, silently praying something good would turn up and I could ditch the school idea.

"It's ready!" She called a few minutes later, and a clatter from upstairs followed by running footsteps and paws followed, Sam shot into the chair at my right with his knife and fork clutched in his hands waiting on dinner, Nanook's tail wagging at high speed because he knew he could beg for something from Sam.

Grandpa slouched in a while later with a welder's mask fixed on his head, Sam shot me a disbelieving look whilst mom removed it from his head as he sat down. He looked like he didn't even realise it was still on his head.

She dished out the meal which sat on our plates with steam rising from it, Sam wasted no time at all starting into his, slipping Nanook a few pieces of meat here and there. Mom seemed to be spending too much time beaming at everyone to really eat much.

"What's the welder's mask for grandpa?" Sam asked idly, a slight snigger disguised as he chewed, Mom made a face of disapproval at him talking as he chewed food.

"Just some home improvements." Grandpa answered casually, glancing between Sam and I, "You boys are welcome to help out around the place if you want, I can keep you well occupied, there's always stuff to be doing around here. And I can even teach you some taxidermy!"

He said it like he was offering to take us fishing and Sam and I exchanged a weary glance, "Sounds great Grandpa!" Sam said with some pretty convincing enthusiasm even though I knew he'd sooner die than try it, "We're going to the boardwalk later, but maybe some other time."

Grandpa nodded happily, "It's nice to have a hobby, especially up here, your Grandmother used to knit and crochet. Anything that stood still long enough had a cosy, blanket or a doily."

Mom nodded with a small laugh, "Hall closet is full of them, at least we'll never be cold."

The conversation flowed easily the rest of dinner, mom told a story about Grandma here and there and Sam managed to convince Grandpa to let him set up the stereo in the living room. Soon all the plates had been cleared away and Sam was practically skipping to the car to go to the boardwalk.

Wow.

I thought earlier today when Sam had pointed the boardwalk out it'd be a popular place to hang out, right now I couldn't believe how many people there were. For a town that was apparently notorious for killing people, there sure seemed to be a lot still around.

When we arrived the sounds of live music echoed down the boardwalk and mom persuaded Sam and I to go, although Sam didn't even take that much persuading. I wanted to go look for some jobs but mom said it was only our first night, after I pointed out jobs that were here one night could be gone the next she offered to keep and eye out for me as well as her.

I figured there was no use arguing with her and followed Sam as he practically ran towards the music, the sound of a saxophone becoming clearer as we got closer to the source. When we spotted the band up on stage Sam made a dash towards a gap in the crowd, I followed him through and we ended up pretty close to the stage. No one seemed too worried about letting us past them, they were all too busy cheering and dancing along to the guy onstage multitasking between playing the saxophone and singing. It seemed he'd already worked up a sweat before we got here and his muscles practically shone, if he wasn't a musician I'd assume he was a bodybuilder.

Sam and I stood to take in the atmosphere and I felt a smile creep on to my face, Sam grinned at me and I could tell he was enjoying this a lot. Before now I didn't feel like I could like Santa Carla at all, I tried keeping a brave face on for mom but really I wanted to stay home and keep things the way they were. But now, right here, I felt like maybe the right choice. Maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all. Crazy grandpa and questionable town name be damned, maybe we could actually have a good time here.

By chance my eyes strayed from the stage for a moment, and that's when I saw her.

At first she was just a dark figure with a wild mane of hair, her curls putting even mine to shame. Then when her face was illuminated with the lights and bonfires I was suddenly very thankful I had caught sight of her. She was beautiful.

She practically danced through the crowd up to one of the higher-up areas where she could see the stage, a small boy of about ten or eleven followed her, I guessed he was her little brother. Her smile was amazing, full of joy and she moved with the music like her favourite song in the world was playing. It wasn't like I had never seen a girl before, but something about her stood out, made her different from every girl I'd seen before. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

Sam abruptly grabbed my chin and turned my head back towards the stage, and I realised my staring hadn't gone unnoticed. At least she hadn't seen me, I'd have looked like an idiot staring right at her.

Although, I thought, one more look couldn't hurt. I could lose her in the crowd and never see her again.

I snuck a look from the corner of my eye and froze. She was looking right at me.

Our eyes locked for only a second before she looked quickly back at the stage, starting to dance once again but a little less fluidly, like she was trying too hard. That had not just been by chance, she had been looking right at me.

I kept my eyes on her a few more seconds, maybe she'd look back. Just maybe.

Her eyes strayed in my direction again and locked right on me, our gazes held for a few seconds before she looked back towards the stage. Damn it, why didn't I smile?

She looked back again and this time I decided to attempt looking somewhat pleasant, the last few times I probably looked insane. I managed to pull up one side of my mouth in what I hoped was an attractive smirk. Suddenly she had turned and disappeared from sight, pulling the small boy with her.

I didn't even think about it, I grabbed Sam's hand started pulling him out of the crowd, which didn't seem nearly as easy to get out of as it did getting into. I stumbled along in her general direction, pushing through the stream of people heading towards amusements and the concert itself probably. Now that she was out of the crowd I could see she was kinda tall, almost my height with dark curly hair that reached the middle of her back. Her skirt made her easy to catch, it sparkled in the light and shimmered as she moved, it looked like something mom would have worn when she was younger.

To be honest, I didn't know why I was following her, I didn't know the first thing about her. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew what I was doing was crazy, but I kept going forward regardless.

"Where are we going?"

I had nearly forgotten Sam was even here despite the fact I had a tight grip on him, "Nowhere." I answered quickly, if he knew what I was doing, I'd never live it down.

"So what's the rush?" He pressed, "You're chasing that girl, aren't ya? Come on, admit it, you're chasing her. I'm at the mercy of your sex glands, bud!"

Well so much for not noticing he was here, I pulled him to a stop and stared at him in exasperation, "Sam, don't you have something better to do than follow me around all night?"

Even as I asked him, he seemed to get distracted by something, "Yeah, actually I do." He answered in a voice of wonder, and I didn't hesitate to leave him to it.

Damn it, I thought looking back down the boardwalk, I had lost her. I continued through the crowds in the hopes of seeing her again, she couldn't have gotten far.

When all hope almost seemed lost a while later I caught a flash of sequins in the crowd and saw her again, I hurried to catch up and some surfers knocked past me as they sped in what I assumed was the direction of the beach. A small cluster of people now separated us and I mumbled an apology to a girl who I had shouldered into accidentally.

As I got closer I wondered what the hell I would say?

My question became a reality when she turned on the spot and was facing me now, the young boy standing close in front of her. Up close she was even prettier than before and she had a grin on her face. So maybe she didn't think I was crazy.

"Are you following me?" The way she asked it suggested she knew I had been, so I figured lying wouldn't do any good.

"Yeah, I am." I answered with a smile, hers widened in response.

"Do you wanna talk to me?" She asked flirtatiously.

"Yeah, I do."

"So talk." She ordered confidently, and suddenly I felt extremely glad I had followed her.

"How are you?"

Well it was a start, and she looked like she was about to answer. Then a familiar face landed at my side and I groaned internally.

"Mom's here."

Sam wasn't even a little polite in interrupting and before I could even apologise to her she was turning away, the grin never leaving her face.

"Nice talking to you." She called over her shoulder teasingly, as if she knew there was a lot more I could say if I had the chance.

"Wait, wait-" I started after her but Sam held me back.

"Come on." He said impatiently before looking in the direction she had gone, "She wants me. All of me." He teased, I shoved him and he sniggered.

"Shut up. You have the worst timing, you know that?"

He didn't even look apologetic, "Sorry, were you just about to put the moves on her? What's her name, anyway?"

Shit, I didn't even know! "I hadn't found that out, yet, wait here!" I called back, taking off in the direction she had disappeared in. Judging by Sam's whiney voice behind me he had decided to follow.

I jogged all the way out to the front of the boardwalk when I finally caught sight of her again and my hopes died as I caught sight of her on the back of some dude's bike.

She smiled at me and although the guy in front hadn't been looking in my direction and she didn't even say anything, his head turned and we locked eyes. He looked at least a few years older than me, and his impressive motorcycle they both sat on made me feel a little inadequate, thank God she hadn't seen my dusty dirtbike. She'd probably have laughed at me.

The guy had some friends that seemed to look in my direction as well, some leaning over their handlebars to get a better look. It was weird, as if I'd somehow attracted everyone's attention even though I was several feet away. The first guy smiled at me, looking away as if he had thought of something real funny. Almost like he knew I'd been chasing this girl the length of the boardwalk only to find she was with him, of course he probably didn't know that, but it still made me feel embarrassed. Like I'd have a chance with her with a guy like him around.

They all revved their bikes one after the other, Sam hit my shoulder and chuckled, "Come on, she stiffed ya."

Technically she didn't because there was nothing in the last few events that told me she was even remotely interested in me, maybe she was just being polite before trying to talk to me. I was about to follow Sam as one by one the bikers left their positions to speed off into the night, but as the blonde took off to follow them, she turned and looked round at me. Her face faded into darkness and before I knew it she was gone, but that last look made me think somehow she was still interested.

I made a note to go back tomorrow, maybe I'd see her again.

Deciding to call it a night I followed Sam towards the car, Mom announced as we got closer that she had gotten a job at the video store on the boardwalk and was due to start the next morning. So at least something good came out of tonight.

Maybe that girl would never come around here again, for all I knew she had just stopped in town with those bikers for a visit and was quickly leaving, or maybe I'd see her again. I hoped for the latter, getting to know her would definitely make living her a lot more interesting.