Author's Notes: Please rent 'The Lost Boys' starring Keiffer Sutherland,
Corey Feldman, and Cory Haim. You'll catch on to this story so much better.
You may have better luck renting it for free at your local library than
trying to find it at an actual video store.
P.S. If you've seen or are planning on viewing the movie, please note that this fan fiction occurs before the Emmersons move into Santa Carla.
Chapter One: Moving In
Not much was said among the boys as they boarded the plane, took off, landed, and rented a car. Halfway through his sentence, Jack had stopped his conversation with Cory and neither had brought it up since.
"I think that if we all pull in our own bags, everything would get done a lot quicker," Jack suggests to all as he drives their rental car into the driveway.
"Yeah, sure, Jack. Then, uhm... can we, you know?" At first Jack throws a confused sideward glance at Cory, unsure of what he meant.
"Oh... you mean...Sure." The guys drag their bulging luggage into the shore house they've rented. The house lies right on the beach and consists of three bedrooms, one bathroom, an open kitchen, a den, and a beautiful covered deck (complete with large, wooden rocking chairs). After dumping the bags in the living room, Cory pulled and pushed Jack onto the deck.
"I can't share a room with Shawn," he hisses into the older man's face.
"Yes you can, and you will," Jack spits back not trusting himself to be in the same vicinity as Eric without blurting out everything he's feeling. The joking, spur of the moment hugs, flirty banter that Eric seems to spout out without thinking, and how much he values all of this being shared between he and his best friend. He can't bear the weirdness that would come between their friendships if he were to tell. So, Jack argues with Cory over who gets the single room.
"Gah! Why?!" Throwing himself on a rocking chair, Cory looks out to sea and mutters to himself. Hearing the shout of despair, Eric goes to the screen door to make sure everything is alright between the two on the deck.
"Because, Cor!" Jack shouts, obviously not thinking, "If I have to spend another night sharing a bedroom with Eric I'm going to go crazy!" After sighing once in defeat, Jack turns away from Cory to walk back into the house, only to be met by the shocked and hurt eyes of his best friend. "Oh god, Eric I..."
"No, it's cool," he says backing away from the door. "I understand. Living with me can be much and a vacation is supposed to rid you of that feeling."
"Eric," Cory starts.
"No, honestly. I'm fine with it. I'll just take the single. There's no need to fight over who gets stuck rooming with 'the goofy idiot'. Don't worry about me. I was just going to go food shopping anyways." Eric turns to the kitchen counter and grabs the car keys. Unable to see through the wells of tears in his eyes, he mistakenly takes Jack's wallet instead of his own.
Rushing down the steps to the beach, Jack runs around the house and into the driveway. There he waits as Eric drags his feet down the wooden staircase in the back of the house. Not thinking that anyone could see, Eric wipes his few tears into the sleeve of his (well technically it was a shirt he borrowed from Jack) jersey.
"Eric, wait a minute... please," Jack walks to the driver's side, places a firm hand on the car door and a gentle one on his friend's shoulder. Met by silence, Jack continues. "The fight wasn't about who would share a room with you." He watches as Eric rolls his eyes and wipes away one more tear. "Seriously, Cory dragged me out to the porch because he wanted the single room. He didn't want to share with Shawn or something."
"Yeah right. Cory doesn't want to be around Shawn. Have you been eating paint chips from the supply store or something?" Eric eyes Jack. "I know my own brother, okay? And I know that not even a paltry fight would separate him and Shawn."
"Well then you should really be having a conversation with your lil brother then, shouldn't you?" He leans against the hood of the car, finally removing his hand from the door and Eric's shoulder. Funny how neither of them noticed the extended contact. Unfortunately, Jack doesn't notice Eric's indifference, if that was even what it was.
"Jack!" Eric shouts as he unlocks and opens the door to the car, "You were the one who said that if you spent one more night with me you'd go crazy!" Without saying another word Eric shuts the door and speeds off down the road leaving Jack off balance and frustrated.
"Fuck! I can't stand this crap..." Shawn mutters as he kicks the sand out off his feet.
"Well then you shouldn't walk around the beach in your socks, genius!"
"Oh, hey, Jack. I didn't notice you were there. What are you doing sitting in the driveway? It must be ninety eight degrees out here or something!" Shawn sits in the shade of the house picking at the few grains of sand stuck between his toes.
"There is a hose not even two feet away from you, you know?" Jack responds without taking his eyes off of the road to speak to his brother behind him.
"Eh, what's the point? They'll just get sandy on my way back into the house again." Shawn leans forward so that his elbows rest on his knees. "So whatcha doin' in the drive?"
"I got Eric all upset and I haven't moved since he left." Leaving Shawn confused Jack starts to fumble with the hot pieces of gravel. "I feel really bad."
"Why? He'll just forget all about it like he always does."
"Whaddaya mean?" Jack swivels around on the ground.
"Jack, you always get Eric upset. Obviously, you never notice because he just forgives every goddam mistake you make. Or he's just too lazy to hold a grudge." Shawn stands and begins to walk back up to the house.
I promise to write more even later on tonight and post it first thing once it's done.
*What's in Jack's wallet that he doesn't want anyone to see? *Who will finally end up getting the single? (ooh... that could be a hard on... i mean ONE! ;o)
P.S. If you've seen or are planning on viewing the movie, please note that this fan fiction occurs before the Emmersons move into Santa Carla.
Chapter One: Moving In
Not much was said among the boys as they boarded the plane, took off, landed, and rented a car. Halfway through his sentence, Jack had stopped his conversation with Cory and neither had brought it up since.
"I think that if we all pull in our own bags, everything would get done a lot quicker," Jack suggests to all as he drives their rental car into the driveway.
"Yeah, sure, Jack. Then, uhm... can we, you know?" At first Jack throws a confused sideward glance at Cory, unsure of what he meant.
"Oh... you mean...Sure." The guys drag their bulging luggage into the shore house they've rented. The house lies right on the beach and consists of three bedrooms, one bathroom, an open kitchen, a den, and a beautiful covered deck (complete with large, wooden rocking chairs). After dumping the bags in the living room, Cory pulled and pushed Jack onto the deck.
"I can't share a room with Shawn," he hisses into the older man's face.
"Yes you can, and you will," Jack spits back not trusting himself to be in the same vicinity as Eric without blurting out everything he's feeling. The joking, spur of the moment hugs, flirty banter that Eric seems to spout out without thinking, and how much he values all of this being shared between he and his best friend. He can't bear the weirdness that would come between their friendships if he were to tell. So, Jack argues with Cory over who gets the single room.
"Gah! Why?!" Throwing himself on a rocking chair, Cory looks out to sea and mutters to himself. Hearing the shout of despair, Eric goes to the screen door to make sure everything is alright between the two on the deck.
"Because, Cor!" Jack shouts, obviously not thinking, "If I have to spend another night sharing a bedroom with Eric I'm going to go crazy!" After sighing once in defeat, Jack turns away from Cory to walk back into the house, only to be met by the shocked and hurt eyes of his best friend. "Oh god, Eric I..."
"No, it's cool," he says backing away from the door. "I understand. Living with me can be much and a vacation is supposed to rid you of that feeling."
"Eric," Cory starts.
"No, honestly. I'm fine with it. I'll just take the single. There's no need to fight over who gets stuck rooming with 'the goofy idiot'. Don't worry about me. I was just going to go food shopping anyways." Eric turns to the kitchen counter and grabs the car keys. Unable to see through the wells of tears in his eyes, he mistakenly takes Jack's wallet instead of his own.
Rushing down the steps to the beach, Jack runs around the house and into the driveway. There he waits as Eric drags his feet down the wooden staircase in the back of the house. Not thinking that anyone could see, Eric wipes his few tears into the sleeve of his (well technically it was a shirt he borrowed from Jack) jersey.
"Eric, wait a minute... please," Jack walks to the driver's side, places a firm hand on the car door and a gentle one on his friend's shoulder. Met by silence, Jack continues. "The fight wasn't about who would share a room with you." He watches as Eric rolls his eyes and wipes away one more tear. "Seriously, Cory dragged me out to the porch because he wanted the single room. He didn't want to share with Shawn or something."
"Yeah right. Cory doesn't want to be around Shawn. Have you been eating paint chips from the supply store or something?" Eric eyes Jack. "I know my own brother, okay? And I know that not even a paltry fight would separate him and Shawn."
"Well then you should really be having a conversation with your lil brother then, shouldn't you?" He leans against the hood of the car, finally removing his hand from the door and Eric's shoulder. Funny how neither of them noticed the extended contact. Unfortunately, Jack doesn't notice Eric's indifference, if that was even what it was.
"Jack!" Eric shouts as he unlocks and opens the door to the car, "You were the one who said that if you spent one more night with me you'd go crazy!" Without saying another word Eric shuts the door and speeds off down the road leaving Jack off balance and frustrated.
"Fuck! I can't stand this crap..." Shawn mutters as he kicks the sand out off his feet.
"Well then you shouldn't walk around the beach in your socks, genius!"
"Oh, hey, Jack. I didn't notice you were there. What are you doing sitting in the driveway? It must be ninety eight degrees out here or something!" Shawn sits in the shade of the house picking at the few grains of sand stuck between his toes.
"There is a hose not even two feet away from you, you know?" Jack responds without taking his eyes off of the road to speak to his brother behind him.
"Eh, what's the point? They'll just get sandy on my way back into the house again." Shawn leans forward so that his elbows rest on his knees. "So whatcha doin' in the drive?"
"I got Eric all upset and I haven't moved since he left." Leaving Shawn confused Jack starts to fumble with the hot pieces of gravel. "I feel really bad."
"Why? He'll just forget all about it like he always does."
"Whaddaya mean?" Jack swivels around on the ground.
"Jack, you always get Eric upset. Obviously, you never notice because he just forgives every goddam mistake you make. Or he's just too lazy to hold a grudge." Shawn stands and begins to walk back up to the house.
I promise to write more even later on tonight and post it first thing once it's done.
*What's in Jack's wallet that he doesn't want anyone to see? *Who will finally end up getting the single? (ooh... that could be a hard on... i mean ONE! ;o)