Sorry, it's been a LONG while since I update this story but I was continuing my others stories, reading and reviewing other stories, and I couldn't figure out how to progress this story. Anyway, here's chapter 3!

Disclaimer: I, KalaWarrior18, DO NOT own Lost Boys but that would be so kool because they're all so yummy! LOL :D

Property: I DO OWN the OCs Natalie Gales and future OCs.

This story is OCxDavid, OCxPaul, OCxMarko, and OCxDwayne; not sure how but I'll think of something, maybe a series.

Anyway, read and REVIEW!


Chapter 3: People Are Strange

"Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore." Natalie sarcastically quoted, sitting down on a park bench with "Betty" in her lap and waiting for Aunt Lucy to return from the, possibly, hiring restaurant; passing the time by whistling an anonymous tune.

She was helping Aunt Lucy by keeping her company and looking for jobs they found in the local newspaper while Michael and Sam explored the Boardwalk. Lucy encouraged her to join them but the boys were heading towards a small concert, whose music and lead singer did not appeal to her (physically and hearing wise), so she declined the offer. It was nice but it seemed too original for rock-and-roll.

Awhile ago before they headed to town, Michael had informed her of Grandpa's rules and his little "hobbies." Skinning and mounting animals, and marijuana; both disgusted her and she forbid herself to never go an inch to those two places. And with all these "Missing" posters, the pier may be on the list as well.

As Natalie watched alien people walk by, roars came to her ears like a pride of metal tigers proclaiming their glory and territory, along with hoops-and-hollers of male banshees signifying their masculinity.

Just as she looked towards the direction of the noise, she had quickly jumped to sit on the benches backrest to avoid her legs being run-over as four motorcycles revved pass her with their drivers laughing at her shocked expense.

For just one second, her heart seemed to stop as her eyes connected with a pair of familiar icy blue ones before they escaped her sight with accelerating speed. It was impossible though, she's only seen those eyes in her dreams.

But then her stupefied gaze turned into anger.

"Assholes!" she fumed, swinging her guitar over her shoulder and taking a couple daring steps in the direction the motorcyclists were leaving. The motorcyclists continued their ride, still laughing as one with a blonde mullet brought one of his hands up to flip her off.

Natalie went back to her seat just as her aunt left the restaurant. She breathed in deeply trying to calm down but the thought that four mindless hooligans wouldn't think twice about hitting her really burned her up. "Inconsiderate, stupid, dirty bastards." She cursed with a mumble.

"Hey, you okay?" Lucy came up next to her, very concerned at seeing her niece, whose arms were crossed under her chest and her cheeks slightly puffy as they blew out hot air.

Natalie stood up, again, forcing her temper down and to be normal. Whatever, that was. "Yeah, I'm fine. So, were they hiring?" She quickly changed the subject to more important matters.

With a crest-fallen look, Lucy shook her head as they both continued down the boardwalk side-by-side.

"If it helps, I would have hired you in a heartbeat." Nat encouraged, not liking seeing her aunt so down-in-the-dumps.

Lucy smiled at her kind words, somewhat helpful in the situation. "Thank you, Natalie."

"No, seriously, "Nat continued, feeling that her aunt didn't comprehend her meaning."You're a mom of two, who took me in and then had the courage to leave a dishonorable guy with her kids with no divorce and move somethin' miles away. You are kind, thoughtful, and compassionate; you're mom of the year! You know what? I know what will make you feel a whole lot better." Natalie rambled excitedly.

"What?" Lucy asked, trying to hold in her laughter at Nat's enthusiasm but her smile almost gave her away.

"Okay, now say this with me." Nat paused to take in a deep breath before yelling, "I AM LUCY EMERSON! HERE ME ROAR!"" Nat completed it off by throwing her hands into the night sky.

The dam broke for Lucy's laughter as she tried to form the words, "No, no."

Lucy couldn't believe she did that, right in the middle of a crowd; people were just staring at them now! Natalie had her quirks here and there and she usually did them to make people smile or laugh, sometimes both but she hadn't done one in so long and it was good that Nat was finally coming around again.

Natalie had a goofy grin on. "Oh yes, you should. It'll make you feel great! Here, I'll do my name now."

Lucy, now having control of her fits of giggles but still smiling uncontrollably, shot a hand out to stop one of Nat's hands. "No, it's okay. I'm fine. Thank you."

Nat sighed dramatically, "Okay." Looking at Lucy with a twinkle in her eye and lacing her hands consolingly with her aunt, her very beloved aunt.

Lucy smiled before looking down the boardwalk, feeling very content with holding her niece's hand. These were the moments the world needed the most.

Natalie cocked her head thinking of something, "You know what else you need, Lucy."

"Hmm?" Lucy hummed her reply.

"You need to go out on a date," Nat said as her Lucy began to shake her head, "with a guy, who has a really good job, is extremely handsome, and a dog."

"A dog?" Lucy asked; the idea kind of out of category.

"Yeah, who doesn't love dogs? Or he could have an awesome car, preferably red, and be kind enough to let me drive it. If he has all those things, he's a keeper." She named off her little innocent joke/greed.

Lucy brought up their conjoining hands and patted Nat's hand comfortingly. "Well, that does sound nice but I think I'm through with men-"

"For now?" Nat interrupted. The future image of Lucy being alone was not comforting in Nat's mind. If Nat couldn't handle being alone, Lucy may not be any better even with two kids (well, three really) for company, it wouldn't satisfy that intimate feeling of just two people in love.

"Yes, for now...and "for now" I think we deserve a treat, like Italian?" Lucy offered, looking over to her niece to find the most grateful puppy-eyed look.

"Did I ever tell how much I love you?" she said in the cutest voice. Italian food was one of her weaknesses.

Lucy laughed a little before giving a thoughtful gaze to the sky. "Hmm, not today, at least."

Now it was Nat's turn to laugh. "Alright then, I love you; also, I think we going to be okay."

With a hopefully assured smile and trying to hold back the tears, Lucy pulled her niece in for a one arm hug. "Yeah, we're going to be okay." She whispered.

For one peaceful moment, the two stood there hugging each other with both of their arms wrapping around the other's back and rubbing circles into the muscles to feed them love and support, and letting go silent tears. That is until…

"Mommy? Mommy!"

They broke apart, one or the other trying to secretly wipe away their tears, and looked out for the small desperate cry.

"Over there." Natalie tapped Lucy's shoulder before pointing to a small boy of maybe 6 or 7 of age with brown hair and wearing over-sized turquoise-blue t-shirt, standing in front of a video store.

Lucy immediately went over to him in protective-mother-mode with Nat tailing her, not only feeling sorry for the boy but for the mother, too, because she's been in past situations where Michael and/or Sam ran off without her knowing. The feeling of losing them was unbearable.

Natalie began to scout out for any women with an expression of a chicken with their head cut-off while her aunt tried to reassure and comfort the boy, whose name was apparently "Terry."

But instead of seeing a headless chicken, her eyes unwillingly glued to the sight of four teens.

Four…teenage…boys.

That was the simplest way to describe them, unless Nat got a dictionary and found every word meaning "un-natural" and "gorgeous". Natalie was speechless all the same as she encoded their features into memory.

From the back there was the shortest of the group, who had an aura of dark innocence even when he was biting his thumb and looked at her with curious baby-blue eyes and a mop of bountiful sandy curled hair with one curl rebelling to fall in the middle of his forehead and set on a soft smooth face. His jacket was very…colorful, having various designs of patches and streamers on it; he must be an open-minded creative person and Nat admired that. Under his jacket he wore a muscle shirt that clung to his lean form and had probably seen better days, it was torn (showing off a draft of a muscular stomach), wrinkled, dirty, and a few blood stains. Then it was blue-jeans covered by black leather motorcycle chaps and biker boots.

The second to the smallest guy was a teen, whose appearance screamed carefree and sex-appeal, with fair blonde hair styled into a mullet and 2 days worth of whiskers across his jaw and sapphire eyes that made a girl weak at the knees. He wore a black tailcoat with hanging metal knick-knacks over a mesh shirt that showed diamond-shape after diamond-shape of muscled tanned skin, the mesh shirt almost seemed to tease anyone who gazed at it. Then it was black suspenders and chains hanging on a lean waist of white skinny jeans (just as dirty and bloody as the first guy) tucked into knee-high biker boots.

The second to the front was someone who looked very collective but not in the shy kind of way; he was like a lone wolf, only allowing a few people in or expressing himself momentarily, and would just watch other people. He had dark brown unruly hair with a set of dark hot chocolate eyes, thin mustache and goatee, and a dark complexion, possibly Hispanic or Indian, Nat guessed. His coat was black with a design of a leopard or tiger running down his right arm. Unlike the others, he wore no shirt under his jacket; instead an odd tribal necklace circled his neck and rested on a wide strong chest peeking out through his coat, having specks of thin dark hair across his chest erotically following down his rippled stomach and into black pants, a red bandanna falling from his back pocket, encased in boots.

All three were whispered identical shadows to the ones in her dreams but not as much as the foreboding imposed teen leading the group.

He was the one…who always took her breath away with his cold piercing eyes.

A crown of short platinum blonde hair spiked-up defining gravity while the back flowed down into his high-collared black trench coat covering a black t-shirt and part of tight fitting black leather pants overlapping matching biker boots; and just like his friend with the tailcoat, he had 2 days worth of whiskers across his strong jaw which made him look older than the others, along with his sharp features that seemed to absorb, understand, and plan everything. Yet, it was his blue water eyes and dangerous white smile that pierced through Nat's mind, silently whispering evil passionate intentions for her to approach him and allow those black gloves to caress her and suffocate her to bliss.

Oh, God. This couldn't be real.

All four boys from her dreams were swaggering towards her as if they owned this town. She had hope she was just dreaming or it was just a coincidence of similarity but they all had dark purplish lines under their eyes for the case of insomnia and an ominous un-Earthly aura pouring from them.

Natalie gulped nervously and turned her gaze to the sidewalk pavement submissively, the hairs on the back of her stood when they passed and enter the video store with chuckles. For 20 seconds the humid air turned thickly cold like the Arctic oceans depths.

"Com'on, Nat." Lucy small order broke through Nat's stilled terrified thoughts.

Nat shook her head not releasing she turned to stone within those short minutes of seeing "them" before following Lucy, who walked up to a tall man with brown hair, square geeky grandfather glasses, and a plaid car salesman jacket.

"Excuse me," Lucy said to grab the man's attention, "I wonder if you could help us. This little boy is lost and we were wondering if his mother might be in here."

The man gave them a sympathetic look while seeming to try to remember faces of customers that came in today. "I don't really know."

Nat's shoulders almost dropped in disappointment before a sharp cry of Terry's name rang out and a woman rushed past her to scoop up the happy boy.

Just as thanks where being passed around, the somewhat helpful man gave Terry a lollipop.

"Later, Terry." Nat said, along with the good-byes of Lucy's before turning back to be rewarded by the owner of the store, who held out two lollipops, a green one and a red one. "Well done." The man congratulated.

Nat gratefully took the green one, giving the man a thankful smile. "Sweet! Thanks."

"And you." The man gestured the red one to Lucy.

Lucy gave the sugary confection a quick once over like a weight trainer would look at a chocolate cake and left with the dreadful decision of calories or not. "No thanks." She then gave him a smile that Natalie could only guess meaning "Oh, what the hell" before she took the lollipop from his hand. "Well, second thought."

Natalie wished the "sweet" (pun intended) moment had lasted longer or that they had left the store when the mother collected Terry, for everyone's' smiles dropped when those 4 physically similar haunting bodies (at least to Nat) walked by to exit the store but was caught by the storeman's disapproving look. "I told you not to come in here anymore." He warned.

Nat looked down with her lollipop in her mouth, allowing tendrils of hair to cover her face as camouflage while she gave shy peeks to the handsome, rebellious-looking teens behind it.

The spiky-haired leader of the group, Nat can only assume, gave him a deifying stare before giving Lucy a one-over then looking at the man, again, like he was already making a connection between them. He then gazed at her a moment longer than the others.

A cocky smile plastered against his face as he winked at her before leaving with his posse in tow, who all gave their own looks to the older couple and a once-over of herself.

Nat's eyes stayed glued to the departing figures, ignoring the on-going conversation between the storeowner and her aunt, as they went to their motorcycles, roared them to life and sped off into the night.

When he stared at her, gave her his whole attention, smiled, and winked at her, her heart just about exploded. Her only fluttered when he would whispers to her through her dreams but…wow. It was like—

"Natalie." Lucy tried to get attention for the past three times, first by her nickname then by her official name.

Natalie was in a dazed as she looked at Lucy. "Huh? What?"

Lucy tried to give her a disapproving look but the corners of her mouth threaten to turn up. "Nat this Max," she gestured with her hand to the man with geeky glasses, "The owner of the store. Max, this is my niece Natalie."

Both put on a friendly smile, greeted each other, and shook hands.

Max then looked down awkwardly at a dog, sitting by his side. "Uh, that's my dog, Thorn."

Nat bent down to get a better image of the dog while her aunt said her hellos to the canine. For a moment, Nat almost thought Max's dog, Thorn, resembled a Jackal or Coyote; but then Thorn cutely stuck its tongue out and turned his head to the side like he was examining her and she dismissed the idea.

"Say hello Thorn." Max commanded and did as was ordered with a soft "woof".

Nat turned up to the man, "May I pet him?"

"Well, sure." He said, smiling as if he approved her mannerism before pointing at the ground next to her. "Thorn, go."

Again as ordered, the dog went over to Nat with a wagging tail so he could be gladly assaulted with pets and belly-rubs. Nat laughed as Thorn gave slobbery kisses.

Max clapped his hands together like he was getting someone's attention. "Well how may I help you this evening?" He asked, spreading his hands out to show-off his business or collection. "We have it all. The best selection of video tapes in Santa Carlo."

Nat watched with interest as Lucy discouragingly looked around before looking back at Max. "No, I'm not actually looking for a tape. I need a-" She paused, either not wanting to finish the sentence because it was embarrassing or just didn't know how to put it.

Max raised an eyebrow, "A job?" Max offered, almost like a mind-reader.

Lucy nodded. "Yes, a job. Yeah, I look that needy, huh." She laughed at her misfortune.

Max seemed to ponder a bit, looking down from the floor to Nat then to Lucy. "Well, I'm sure we can work something out."

Lucy's jaw dropped between surprised and a smile, "Really?" She asked hopefully.

Max gave an affirm nod and smile. "Of course," He then looked at Natalie. "And what about you, Natalie, would you like to take care of Thorn sometime? I don't usually have a lot of spare time to play or walk him so—"

Nat cut him off by shooting-up from the ground with a 10,000 watt smile. "That'll be great. I love dogs."

She was planning on getting a job sometime but never this soon or on something she adored and she would do anything to help the family.

Max had his own a 10,000 watt smile on his face. "Excellent! Now if you'll just give me your phone number and address, will see what we can do about schedules and such." He said, picking up some paper and a pen from a counter behind him and pass it to Lucy.

"Okay." Lucy began writing down the information before returning it to Max. "Thank you so much."

"Yeah." Nat agreed.

Max nodded. "You're very welcome. Now if you'll excuse me, I have other matters to attend to and I'll be sure to call you tomorrow afternoon. And I hope Santa Carlo is all what you've been looking for. Come, Thorn." He finished before retreating behind aisles of videos with Thorn obediently behind him.

Nat and Lucy exited the store giggling like children coming out of a candy store.

"Can you believe our luck?" Nat asked happily.

"No, not really. I'm still thinking it's a dream." Lucy said softly, looking over her shoulder back at the store confusingly.

Looking back at the store with her aunt, Nat saw Max by one of the store's front windows. He was putting up videotapes when he caught their staring forms and waved at them.

Nat gave a Chestier Cat grin when she witness Lucy whipped her eyes away and down to the ground shyly before proceeding to retreat down the boardwalk. Bending over slightly, Nat saw her aunt blushing!

Nat looked to the road ahead of them with confidence.

Yeah, they were going to be just fine.


Done! LOL So review and such. Sorry it took so long. Hopefully the next chapter will come out sooner. And check some of my other work and review. :D

For the record this is not a Girl on Girl, Lesbian, or story whatever. We all, if not most, have goofy fun-loving relationships with certain relatives. Mine is similar to Nat's and Lucy's.

Yes, I did not add all the movie script-lines like I did for my last two chapters but it seemed a waste to me and did not fit in my writing and I was lazy. So sorry.

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