Author's Note and Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. I do own some OC's and they will be introduced in my stories.

Chapter 1 – Leave Your Brother Alone

The salty sea breeze blew into the red station wagon, cooling the occupants as they traveled down the road to their new home. In the driver's seat was a sweet red-haired woman. Her name was Lucy, and she was the recently divorced mother of the other four occupants. Her youngest son, Sam (15), was in the front passenger seat, as he had called shot gun at their last rest stop. He was the spitting image of Lucy but with blonde hair. His husky, Nanook, was cramped into the floorboard between Sam's knees. The backseat was occupied by her elder children. Michael was her next child, her sweet dark curly haired son. He was 16, almost 17, and the carbon copy of his cheating bastard of a father. Then on either side of the teen boy was his 18-year-old, almost identical twin sisters. They had the same red hair as their mother, only long and curly. Lucinda was the elder of the twins. She had bright green eyes and a sprinkling of freckles across her nose with peaches and cream skin. Then born 20 minutes after Lucinda was Athena. Athena and Lucinda looked almost the same. Athena was just an albino version of her. Athena's hair was long, thick, wavy white, and her eyes were an electric blue, and her skin was porcelain.

Lucy looked up into the rearview as her children complained about the radio channel she had selected. Michael had his head laid back on the seat and both girls were staring at their brother. Lucy watched as both girls lifted their index fingers and slowly brought them up and right into Michael's ears. The boy groaned and swatted at his sisters.

"Mom!" he complained.

"Girls!" Lucy scolded, "Leave your brother alone."

"Yes ma'am." They chorused and stuck their tongues out at Michael.

"What's that smell?" Sam asked suddenly.

Lucy breathed deeply and exhaled, "That is the ocean air."

"Smells like something died." Sam groused still unhappy about the move.

Just then they came upon "The Welcome to Santa Carla" billboard. It was all colorful and cheerful. Then they got around to the backside of it. It said in bright red graffiti "Murder Capital of the World". None of the older kids said anything, not wanting to alarm Sam. He was a bit of a fraidy cat. Nanook whined pitifully so Lucy pulled the car over at a gas station. Everyone got out to use the restroom and to stretch their legs. Sam took Nanook for a quick run. Lucy grabbed everyone a drink and a large back of cheese puffs to share. The girls noticed some children digging in a trash can. Lucy noticed and gave the girls some money to give to the children. They gave it to them, and the children nodded. As they returned to the car, they could hear Michael asking some of the local men if there were any jobs. Poor Mike struck out. The girls were proud of their brother, trying to help Mom out.

The small family continuing their journey on down to Grandpa Emerson's house. None of them had been to the old home since Grandma Emerson had passed. Sam was a baby when that had occurred. When they pulled up, they saw all kinds of different totem poles and carvings. It was a little creepy. The yard was a mess compared to the immaculate flower beds they vaguely remembered from before. They gathered up boxes when they got out and made their way to the porch. As they got close, they noticed Grandpa Emerson laid out on the porch. Lucy swiftly reached her father and kneeled beside him. Lucinda and Athena rolled their eyes as they heard their brothers talking about him being dead and about going back to Phoenix. Their grandpa was a big cut up. They could almost guarantee he was just playing opossum. They the elder man popped up. The girls smiled. They had been right. Everyone piled in the house with their things. The girls went up to the attic. They could hear their brothers' antics from all the way up there. They set their things down on the old sofa of the small makeshift living room. Grandpa knew they were going to want their own space away from everyone. Even each other. Years ago, the attic had been converted to two bedrooms, a shared bathroom and living room, then there were deep shelves along the walls going up the staircase for storage. Grandpa had even put their initials on the doors showing whose was whose.

Lucinda followed Athena to her door. They opened it up to find an almost gothic styled room in red and black. There was heavy furniture but still plenty of space for her to lay out all her possessions. Lucinda and Athena unpacked all her things. After they finished, they moved to Lucinda's room. Lucinda's was different from Athena's. Her room was decorated with band posters and car and motorcycles. Lucinda was a rocker chick who was also a grease monkey. They may have been twins but they were different. They knew just how the rooms were styled that Grandpa had help. But at least he had tried, and it was the thought that counted, and they were grateful. Lucinda's room was finished before they traipsed downstairs to check in with Lucy.

"Mom?" Athena called as they peeked into the kitchen.

"Yes?" Lucy called back; she was making dinner.

Lucy did not even have to ask for help. Both girls fell in line. Lucy was making spaghetti and meatballs. Athena grabbed dishes to set the table and Lucinda grabbed all the fixings for a garden salad. Quietly they made dinner and then they all sat for dinner together, except grandpa, he was stuffing a dog. It had been a very tiring day, and everyone was pooped out. Mike and Sam helped Lucy with the clean up since Athena and Lucinda had helped make dinner. Both girls kissed Lucy on the cheek then made their ways up the stairs for bed. It was going to be so different living in Santa Carla. Both were ready for adventure and just hoped they could cope with more unexpectedness.

AN: Just a short little 1st chapter.