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Disclaimer: I do NOT own the Lost Boys. Or something along those lines...
I had decided that I would leave the frogs. It was too much of a risk. But I would still work for them, at night of course. It was too difficult to leave them all together. They were pretty much family. I had told them one of my closest friends moved to Santa Carla and that I would stay with her instead.
I had been sitting down on the couch, fiddling idly with an old rubix cube when I had another vision.
It was me, and the police had me in a head lock, one of them was holding a wanted poster of me. Then a gunfire went off and my body fell limp.
And I came back to reality. HOLY SHIT. That was not going to happen.
I'm not going to jail, or where ever the hell they take runaways. I needed to clear my head, and the boys were probably out chewing on some guys' necks. It was late so Laddie was asleep.
I walked out of the cave and felt the crisp ocean air hit my skin, with the leftover warmth of the day. I looked up at the moon, as if its light was slightly calming my nerves.
I decided to go to the boardwalk; the hustle and bustle was sort of my thing. As I was walking I looked at the corkboard outside of Max's video store, just to make sure. And of course, it was there.
It had a big old, pre-teen picture of me. Back in the old days. Just marvelous really. Pimples galore.
Grumbling I tore down everyone I could find around Santa Carla. It cost me my entire night of "meditation" and I was even more pissed than before.
I stomped my way home, in the rain. How depressing, and I thought this night couldn't get worse.
I jumped inside the cave, threw my Drop Dead hoodie to the ground, not caring that I got it signed at their concert. I just needed a bath, pronto.
I kicked off my Keds once I got to the barely used bathroom, and with much difficulty tried o peel off my skin tight jeans, since they were wet it was a near impossible feat.
I turned on the taps for the bath, and eventually steam started to rise. I hastily stripped the rest of my clothing and groaned when I sunk into the bath.
Talk about heaven.
"Nice strip show you got there chika." I heard a laugh from the doorway.
I jumped out of my skin, and went whiter, if that was even possible.
"MARKO! You fucking PERV! Get out, you twisted son of a bitch!" I screeched.
He just cackled and disappeared. That was what was shit about this place. No flipping doors.
I don't remember how long I was in the tub for, but eventually I got pruney and all wrinkly. (A/N: I HATE THAT!)
I wrapped myself up in whatever towel I could find and tried to inconspicuously tip toe into my room. Epic fail.
"Hey, TigerLilly, come spend some time with us. You're such a hermit." slurred Paul. They'd obviously been drinking, and had a feed. Once they drink their fill, they get high.
Alcohol and blood don't mix kids.
"Uhm, no thanks. I need to get dressed then I'm gonna hit the sack." I said, awkwardly.
Standing there, half naked and dripping wet isn't the most flattering situation.
"Awe c'mon babe! C'mere, I'll let you sit on my lap." He laughed back.
"No thank you Paul. As much as I'd enjoy that, I've already had a seat on Santa this year. Now, if you'll excuse me."
I walked out of the room, just in the nick of time. They were starting to go bonkers all over again. Looks like ill have to tell them my vision some other time.
I threw on a plain t-shirt and my old pair of Adidas tracksuits. I flopped down on the bed next to Laddie, emotionally and physically drained. I refused to sleep upside down with the boys. That would mean me cuddling into one of them by 'accident'. That was not going to happen. So instead we put up pitch back curtains around the bed, and there was no way for light to get in.
I hope.
I woke up groggily, and my back ached. It's one of the sacrifices I make to sleep on the bed. Since upside down is the best thing to do.
I stretched and walked out to the living room. I wasn't surprised to see the boys there, but it did surprise me that it was only Dwayne.
"Uh, hey Dwayne. Do you know where the guys are? I need to tell them something."
"Yeah, they just left to go get Laddie some takeout. They'll be back soon." He answered back.
I nodded and sat down on the couch, idly fiddling with my hands.
"Is there a problem TigerLilly?" Dwayne asked, slightly concerned.
"Erm, slightly. But I'll just wait till everyone's here, I guess."
He nodded and turned back to his 18th century novel.
Not long after, everyone poured into the cave. And it didn't surprise me to see Laddie holding a ginormous slice of pizza. He might have been organized to be my first kill but he was getting spoilt rotten.
"TigerLilly! You should've came! We went on so many rides! And we pegged some rocks at the clown! It was so much fun!" exclaimed Laddie, so excited he could've pee'd.
"Alright little man! Seems like you had heaps of fun." I laughed.
"Yeah!"
"Hey you guys, can you sit down for a minute? I need to tell you something." I murmured.
They all sat down immediately. Paul couldn't find a seat so he parked his lazy ass on the floor next to me.
"Alright well, I've had another vision and it turns out, I'm gonna die. The police end up finding me, and an accident happens so I get shot. I think it's got something to do with my father. If I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty positive he's gonna try to drag me to hell with him."
The guys looked at me, as if they weren't much surprised that this would happen.
"So I'm not the only fortune teller here? Are the rest of you gypsies too? Did you know this would happen?" I glared.
"Well, tiger it's kinda obvious. I mean, you didn't think your father would give up that easily did you?" chuckled Paul.
"Well no but.." I stammered.
"But nothing, go buy some scissors, hair dye and a different style of clothes. I doubt by the end, they'll even recognize you." said David.
I thought about that for a minute, then agreed.
I stepped outside of the cave, and it surprised me when Marko followed.
I raised an eyebrow.
"You're really going to come shopping with me?"
He shrugged and said "It can't be that bad"
I threw my head back and cackled. He was so naive.
"Ok sweetheart, you think that."
We climbed onto his bike and sped off into the boardwalk. I ran into the nearest wall mart and went into the hair dye section. I wanted to be impulsive and whack so I grabbed the pink, blue and black hair die. I had always wanted it but never had the guts to try it. Plus mum never thought it was quite lady like.
I had been to TAFE (A/N: it's like an intermediate college sort of thing. It's a sort've university when you don't get into the hot-shot ones) and had a few lessons on beauty so I knew the basics.
I decided I would die my hair complete bright pink and have blue and black streaks underneath. I would have a couple of "raccoon streaks" I was always into that thing.
Next we went into a shop which was a little bit of my style, yet also completely different. It was a lot more scene-y. I liked to be tomboy, but this shop was full of bright colors and tight PVC outfits.
I picked out a few tutu skirts, leggings, singlets and a few jumpers. It took me a few hours to pick and I'm pretty sure by the end Marko wasn't too happy.
I smirked and said "Told you so."
He just laughed at me
"I wouldn't be so confident now chika. I'll have my way with you soon enough." He grinned at me, like the chestshire cat.
I was dazed for a few moments then turned a brighter pink than my hair dye.
I grimaced and paid the cashier, when I noticed she had inflated her chest and tried to give Marko that "smoldering eyes" look.
I doubt he noticed her though. He was too busy staring at my own chest. In any other situation I would have scolded at him and called him a pervert of some kind. But I smirked and grabbed his arm.
"C'mon lets go. I have a lot of work to do."
This caught Marko off guard, but he soon noticed why I was doing this and wouldn't stop laughing till we reached the bike. I huffed and said
"What's so funny?"
"Y-Y-You think I w-was noticing the –b-blonde bimbo. Y-y-you got j-jealous." He was literally shaking with laughter. I rolled my eyes, he was worse than Laddie.
"Whatever. Let's go."
We got home and I tossed everything in the bathroom and yelled out "Bathrooms mine for a few hours. No peep shows either this time!"
I heard laughter and proceeded to open up the dye. I followed every step, being very carefully. I didn't want my hair to turn green like last time.
After the dye had settled in I washed it all out, dried up and repeated the process with the streaks. I kept working until my arms were so sore that they were pretty much numb.
I used the hairdryer I bought today and volumised (A/N: if that's even a word -.-) my hair. I put on my eyeliner and mascara and walked out. Feeling pretty proud. Of course I was a vampire so I had no reflection. It was all done with a blind eye.
"HOLY SHIT! What have you done with your hair!" Paul screamed.
Every one turned to look at me and my stomach dropped to my feet.
Oh fuck, I bet it's green.
TEHE! GREEN HAIR. I doubt that's much better then pink though :P . if you wanna see the makeover it's on my profile, except the girl doesn't look like her its only the hair. There's a photo of Tiger Lilly's before shot n my profile too. Love ya all.
Peace out, crepe suzette (:
