okay guys im not in the mood for writing right now so this might suck…just warning you now…

I DON'T OWN THE LOST BOYS

Chapter 14

Alan and I headed down to the beach, leaving our friends to do whatever they were going to do. I kicked up sand as we wandered, unable to contain the strange joy that had filled me. I skipped and turned in circles and laughed: why the hell was I doing that?

Oh yeah…Alan Frog liked me. I could tell.

About halfway to the water, Alan cleared his throat. I looked back, leveling a calm stare at him. He glanced around before looking back at me. "So…what do you think Sam and Alexa did last night?"

I groaned and turned around. "Dude, I don't even want to think about it…too many nasty pictures in my head…"

I stared him down. "What exactly do you think they did? SLEEP? That's what most normal people do at night!" He smirked. "Based on Sam's face…they're definitely a lot closer now." He waggled his eyebrow suggestively, and I slapped his arm. "DUDE! SHUT UP! GROSS!"

Suddenly, the soft sand beneath me made a CLUNK sound, and I looked down. Jumping up and down, I tested the ground: it had to be the trapdoor. Alan and I bent down and pulled it open, throwing the door towards the water. It led down into a dark hallway. I lowered myself onto the first step, continuing to the bottom. When I had descended about 20 steps, I ran into something solid: a wall.

"SHIT! Who put this wall here?" I yelled. I could hear Alan laughing far above me, and I scowled as I stormed back up to the beach. The grin plastered on his face annoyed the heck out of me. It almost reminded me of Sydney.

I sat down cross-legged in the sand, pouting at the black hallway below me. "Stop laughing!" I snapped, and Alan plopped down next to me. "Maybe it only works when all three of you go down?" he suggested. I sat up straight. "No shit, Sherlock!" I hopped up and ran towards the comic shop.

"Paige, wait up!" I heard him call behind me. I slowed and turned around, letting him stumble towards me. A few inches from me, he tripped on something sticking out of the sand, landing in a heap on top of me.

I felt myself turn twelve different shades of red before shoving him. "Get off me!" I mumbled into his jacket. I'm pretty sure it was the jacket he killed vampires in, because it smelled like blood and dirt, and the combination was nasty.

He flailed his arms and legs, being completely useless. Sydney and Alexa always joked that Alan was born prematurely, and in this moment, I had to kind of believe them. I groaned and shoved him to the right, rolling to the left so that he lay face-down in the sand next to me.

He sat up, confused, pulling himself onto his hands and knees as he spit sand out of his mouth. I turned around and bent to examine the object that had made him trip. It was metallic and circular, and moved when I pulled it. I yanked on it, harder and harder, until revealing the front wheel of a motorcycle. "Hey Alan, come help me dig this up!" I called.

He walked over, and together we continued pulling on the wheel, brushing away sand from the emerging vehicle. Suddenly, the handlebars were revealed…

with hands still clutching them.

"HOLY SHIT!" I screamed. I backed away slowly while Alan brushed the last sand away from the half-revealed figure: as the wind blew sand away, I recognized none other than David: the (ex) leader of the Santa Carla vampire gang.

Alan grimaced and kicked sand back on David's wide-open eyes. An expression of fear glinted in them, his final moments clearly spent in panic. "Damn," Alan muttered.

I glared at him. "What the hell, man? I thought you staked those guys two years ago!" He sighed and glared at me. "You might want to sit down, Paige," he growled. "It's a long story."

I sat right where I was, waiting patiently for him to talk. He sat across from me and rubbed the back of his neck before beginning.

"Two years ago, when Edgar and Sam and I were 14, we had these problems with these vampires. The ones led by that guy over there." He nodded towards David's sand-covered corpse. "They came to Sam's house, sure, but they were after that idiot Michael and his creepy girlfriend. We staked Max, the real head, while they were busy, but we didn't kill the rest. We didn't have time. As soon as Max was dead they flew out the door, and we haven't seen them since. Well…" he muttered, glancing towards the motorcycle, "…at least, not until today."

I took a deep breath. "So...so the other three vampires are still out there?" I whispered. Alan nodded. "Probably out in the caves somewhere: it's why I suggested we not go until all of us were in a larger group."

I glanced at my watch: it was about 4:00 already. Suddenly my phone rang, and I snatched it out of my pocket.

Damn. Four bars in 1988.

I flicked it open to hear deep breathing on the other end. "Hello? Sydney? What the hell?" I snapped into the receiver. The breathing stopped, and Edgar's raspy voice echoed through the phone lines. "Hey, redhead…" "HER NAME IS PAIGE!" I heard Sydney shout through the other end. I laughed to myself as Edgar continued. "Right…Paige. Look, we've got a situation over here. Like an intensely fucking bad situation. Put Alan on." I frowned. "Look dude, you can say to Alan whatever you can say to me. It's my phone,"I told him.

He groaned on his end. "Fine. I woke up a little while ago and we decided to go look in the caves like Alan suggested. And, well…we encountered some problems."

I felt my throat tighten as Edgar went on.

"Your friend's been turned into a vampire."

I was completely silent for about three minutes. "Hello? HELLO?" Edgar growled. I shook myself out of my stupor and told him we'd meet him at the shop in fifteen minutes. I slammed my phone shut and held my head in my hands.

"Sydney's a vampire," I told Alan. I could feel the shocked look on his face, so I explained. "Edgar and Sydney went exploring the caves without us, and they ran into…well, I'm guessing the rest of those vampires you didn't kill."

I began to cry softly, holding my face in my hands. Alan remained perfectly still, so I knew I would have to be the one to take action.

Sometimes I pity his premature mind.

Tears continued to stream down my face as I jogged towards the glowing lights of the Boardwalk: the sun had begun to set. I could hear Alan's footsteps as he followed me up the beach. "Paige, wait," he called, and I paused, looking down at him from the steps up to the Boardwalk. He placed his hand over mine on the railing.

Oh shit. This was not the time for him to get all romantic. SYDNEY WAS A FUCKING VAMPIRE! I DID NOT HAVE TIME FOR THIS!

"Paige," he whispered. "Slow down for a minute. You need to calm the fuck down before you can be of any help to anyone." I struggled under his grasp for a moment before stilling. Unfortunately, he was right. I needed to gain control of myself before I did something stupid.

Like kill Sydney. That would have been bad for our friendship.

Alan rubbed his thumb over the rest of my hand, and I shut my eyes at the soft touch. What kind of dream was this? Where was the moody, shit-smoking Alan Frog I knew and loved? Okay, I didn't like the shit smoking, but I liked him when he was a little more strong and silent.

I was so wrapped up in my own thoughts I barely noticed him pulling me towards him over the railing.

Then suddenly, we were kissing.

It wasn't angry or violent or even emotional. It was cool, calm, sweet: nothing I would have expected from Alan. I shut my eyes and went along with it, matching his lips with gentle motions. I broke away after a moment, my eyes still closed. When I opened them, he was looking at me, lust and hope filling his eyes.

I squeezed his hand and continued up the stairs, pulling him along with me. "Come on," I told him. "There'll be time for us after we make sure Sydney isn't going to kill anyone."

So…R&R guys! Next chapter…SYDNEY AGAIN! Get excited!