Notes:
Hope you all enjoy this - I really don't want to turn the boys into heroes, they're badm bad guys but y'know...they were human once so...
i'm such a romantic so apologies if I lay it on a little thick at times...I will do my best to keep them dangerous.
I own nothing other than my own creations, and you may find some lines from the good ol' Mr Sparks' movies in here, also some other movies - I do not own those lines either, just thought they'd fit nicely...
Comments welcome please, they make me type faster!
Enjoy x
1983, Santa Carla, California
"It's decision time David, who's it going to be"? The creature hissed, a malicious smile spreading across his face, yellow eyes burning ferociously in the dark.
"Who's it going to be David? You or her"?...
The seagulls cried loudly against a cloudless summer sky, the pink sun sinking into the inky ocean. The bright lights of the Boardwalk just starting to shine as he stood at the end of the Pier, running his hands through his long blonde hair sweeping it out of his eyes as the knot in his chest twisted deliciously painfully, he took a deep steadying breath.
She'd be here soon.
He heard the delicate click of heels approaching and the hair on the back of his neck stood on end and his pulse instantly ran a million miles a minute. As he turned to face her, no matter how many times he saw her, she always knocked the breath right out of him.
She looked up at him with big brown doe eyes under thick eyelashes, a playful half-smile on her pretty pink lips, her honey brown hair falling in waves around her bare, sun-kissed shoulders and the blush on her cheeks made his teenage blood run white hot through his veins.
She sidled up next to him and wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him close to her, pressing her warm lips against his softly. His arms snaked around her slim waist, pulling her even closer against his chest. She pulled back slowly and rested her forehead against his, revelling in the feel of being in his arms once again. He was all that filled her thoughts as she counted down the hours, the minutes, until she could feel his warmth radiating against her once again, run her fingers through his golden tresses, to look at that devastatingly handsome face and gaze into his achingly blue eyes.
He ran his fingers through her long hair, rubbing his thumb along her jaw and wondered how he got so lucky. How a girl like her, a princess, could love a boy like him, an unruly, smart-ass kid from the even less desirable part of Santa Carla. But she did, she did love him and he loved her right back, with all the heart-wrenching fervour that comes with first love.
"C'mon beautiful" he said, throwing her a slow smile, draping his arm over her shoulders and guiding them both to the fun of a Friday night on the Boardwalk.
They'd met every day like this for the past year, rain, shine, storm, it didn't matter they were both infatuated and completely under first love's spell. They made whispered midnight promises of forever in between heated kisses, hearts aching for each other and felt as though nothing could tear them apart.
Of course, the universe always finds a way...
Her parents were out for the weekend and he'd been picking up a video for them to watch, that's when he'd first met Max.
He was kind, and smart and generous. Nothing like his own father who'd skipped out on him and his mother when he was very young. He'd actually taken a real interest in him, how he was doing at school, listening to him go on about his girl with an interested smile, trying to make sure he didn't get into too much trouble and occasionally letting him stay when things at home got too much to bear and it quickly became routine that he would go straight to the video store after school before going to meet her, trying to act cool but secretly loving the proud smile Max would give him if he mentioned a good grade on a test that week.
It really felt like his life might be starting to turn around, he had a girlfriend who loved him till the ends of the earth, his grades were up in his final year at school meaning he might actually graduate, he'd found a father figure who actually cared about him, and the two prom tickets he'd bought earlier were burning a hole in his jacket pocket as he sped toward the Boardwalk on his motorcycle, a wide grin plastered on his handsome face. Yep, life was pretty good.
It didn't last of course...
He saw her running down the street toward him, calling his name between chocked out sobs, her hair flowing behind her, tears streaming down her cheeks and his heart constricted painfully.
After what was left of Mr Campbell's body had been found washed up in the cove, everything started to spiral out of control, but he found he could always rely on Max. He didn't want to tell her about the trouble at home, not now, not when she'd just lost her father so he confided in Max, the older man offering him words of worldly advice, often accompanied with a hot meal, but it only got worse...