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Oh and I don't own Lost Boys. Only Jessica, she's awesome isn't she? :D jk

POV Jessica

It still hadn't registered to Jessica that her parents were gone and she was moving to USA. She felt empty inside. She stared out the window of the taxi she was in. Jessica was going to stay with her parents best mates. She had never met them but knew who they were; she had seen pictures of her parents in their hippie days with them.

She also knew that Mr. and Mrs. Frog had two sons, about her age, but she didn't know what they were called just that there were two of them. She didn't want to meet them. She hadn't wanted to leave London. She hadn't wanted to leave her friends but she had no family anymore and Mr. and Mrs. Frog were the closest people to her parents.

And they had to live all the way in frickin America. In US of A didn't they, she though angrily.

"We're in Santa Carla now." The taxi driver grunted.

"Thanks." She mumbled back and looked back out the window. She saw a lot of either hippies or punks walking around and not many, what she would call normal people, but she didn't care. She didn't want anything to do with Santa Carla or its people. She had no enthusiasm for it. Maybe it was because of the death of her parents? Normally she would be excited about being in a new place, meeting new people, new boys but she felt nothing.

She hadn't cried at all yet about her parents. Not even at their funeral, she just couldn't. She didn't know why. It was as if she were blocked up or something.

The taxi suddenly stopped, pulling her from her thoughts. It had stopped outside a house that, at first look, seemed fine but if you looked again, its paint was peeling, there was a smashed window that had been boarded up and the garden was wildly over-grown.

This must be it; she got out of the car, grabbed her bags and paid the driver. She stood in front of the house for a few moments, taking it in. Then made her way up the path towards the house.

POV Edgar

The house had been busy all morning. Everyone had been rushing around trying to make the house tidy. Edgar personal didn't see the point. This girl was going to realize sooner or later that his parents sucked. He turned to Alan.

"What do you think she's gona be like?" he asked his brother.

"Dunno…. Hopefully she's not a bitch." He replied with a shrug.

The only thing Edgar was really annoyed about was the fact that he had to give up his room to her and sleep in Alan's. He had moaned about it all say but no one was listening. So he grumpily went and cleaned all the crap out of his room so it was presentable for this girl.

When the door bell finally rung at 4 in the afternoon, him and Alan with their mother went to open the door and invited their guest in.

That's when Edgar got his first shock. When the door opened a slim girl, him and Alan's age, with blonde hair that shimmered in the sunlight and eyes that were a bluey grey stood there.

Wow, was his first thought and he quickly killed it.

No distractions! He thought to himself sternly.

"Hi, I'm Jessica." The girl said and smiled at them shyly. He then noticed the cute freckles on her nose and cheeks.

"Ungnuf." It slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it.

Idiot! He yelled at himself. Alan gave him a weird look that said

"Dude. What. The. Fuck?"

POV Jessica

When the door opened she faced three people. The first was a woman probably he mums age, with brown hair and a kind smile.

Mrs. Frog, she thought. The other two were boys her age.

Must be the Frog brothers. One had brown/black hair; he was wearing a lot of military gear and even had dog tags around his neck. The second boy had dirty blonde hair with a red bandana round his head which made him look like a wannabe Rambo. He was wearing a t-shirt with a flannelette shirt on over top but the thing that caught her eye were his eyes that were chocolate brown. They were amazing.

"Hi, I'm Jessica." She said and gave, what she hoped, was a confident smile.

"Ungnuf." Wannabe Rambo mumbled with a dazed look on his face. She saw Dog tags give him a funny look, which she would have given him too if she know him better.

So yeah please leave comments. I don't mind if they comments are good or bad. This is my first story so it's probably really bad.