Author's Note: i The boys are back in town, the boys are back in town, /i haha I don't even know what that is. I just remember it from some old rock song. Anywho, I don't think there is much you need to know for this chapter. Sorry the last one was so short, that's why I'm posting this one along with it. Sorry it's so ridiculously short. The next one is a lot better and I just needed a filler bit and I'm not finished with the next chapter so I can't post anything. Not much happens here. Also… I'm going out of town.
Chapter 4
The Lost Boys walked around the caravan of bonfires that burnt along the beach, listening to the sound of the parties mixed in with the boardwalk and the waves. This was good. Most of the Surf Nazis and the rockers of the 80's had gone, and now the bonfire parties were inhabited by the more regularly dressed youth of the new millennium. T-shirts and jeans and cargo pants seemed uniform on the boys, and the girls, they were surprised to see, seemed to actually be mirroring some of the 80's fashions with their tunic shirts over tight jeans or leggings. Many had those big earrings or fake pearls adorning them. Others wore tank tops festooned with lace lining the edges, and hoodies and track pants with the word "Juicy" emblazoned on them. The Lost Boys knew that the girls didn't even begin to comprehend the truth in that statement. Juicy indeed.
The tameness of this age disappointed them. The 80's were a wilder time, with loud colors and big hair. Rock music was the anthem of the youth, and now rock had split into many different sects, and all these kids seemed to listen to were hip hop and so-called "rock" bands like Fall Out Boy and Evanescence.
After the mainstream bonfires things seemed to slip into the "indie" and "emo" scenes. The Emo Boys pranced around in tight pants, tighter than the girls by the other bonfires, and sweaters, and the girls wore strange skirts and jeans with sweater vests. They all looked strangely child-like with their hair in there eyes. It was all terribly androgynous and asexual and the boys seemed to all be bi, making out and taking pictures. The music that came from their portable speakers was comprised of bands like Bright Eyes and Dashboard Confessional and Deathcab for Cutie.
Further on things got a little more interesting. The kids, the rockers of this age, called the Punks and the Goths gathered round the fire. Other than the clothes, music, and attitude they were doing the same things as everyone else. Talking, laughing, maybe somebody had an instrument, drinking and smoking whatever. It was just time for them to chill out or party up.
It was one of the juicy girls that David chose now. She had big, round, crystalline eyes and tan skin. Her mouth shimmered in the firelight from the Pink Victoria's Secret brand lip-gloss. She smelled like Armani and reeked of Chanel. She giggled at him. She knew he was from that ratty pack of teenagers. She thought they were homeless. David smelled like it. He didn't smell like body odor so much, but like dirt, cigarettes, and exhaust fumes from his bike. The girl pictured the look on her mother's face if she brought i him /i home. She thought it was funny this punker would come over here. She put down her beer, thinking if she should use him for a quickie, just make-out, or tell him to go away. i He probably tastes like cigarettes /i she thought. "Can I help you?" she asked. i u I /u probably taste like cigarettes /i she realized.
"Yeah, I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere…" David said. The girl giggled again, picking up her beer and taking a drag on her cig. He was cute and she wondered what he felt like underneath that big coat. "Come on," David said, putting his arm around her. She was drunk. She didn't care, she wanted to go with him. "Drink?" he asked, pulling out a flask of vodka from underneath his trench coat. It had a picture of Jesus on it and said 'What wouldn't Jesus do?'
And then in the shadow under the boardwalk David drank her last drop and then dragged her to a cove, where he left her, knowing the fish and the sharks and all the life of the ocean would devour what was left. The anonymous Juicy girl was joined by a girl in a sweater vest ("She was making razor designs on her self right there? How could I resist someone who was already bleeding…" said Paul), a burly guy in a letter jacket ("He was looking for a fight," said Dwayne), and a young artsy looking woman with a nose ring and a bright yellow hoodie.
Then the boys rode away on their Triumphs, yelling in the night. Later they would cause a public disturbance in front of the Funnel Cake stand, shoplift a 7-11, and crash a party in the desert.