After a long hiatus, LOST BOYS is back, hopefully until it is finished.
Thank you to anyone who has posted a review pushing me to move further (2
prologues and an extremely short chapter is kind of mean to leave you
hanging); they were much appreciated. Now, we move on to the story.
Disclaimer: Don't own ummm didly squat
Chapter II
Eric stands at the cashier waiting rather impatiently for the old woman behind the counter to ring up the bill.
"All right, boy, that'll be $234.77," the lady, Diane -as her nametag informs Eric- smiles kindly and watches as her customer fumbles around his pockets for a wallet. Finding the black leather, Eric opens the money holder and tears out $235.00. Instead of hanging around while Diane counted out twenty-three cents, he puts the final grocery bag into the cart and leaves.
The wallet falls into one of the bags without Eric giving it a second thought as he arranges them in the trunk of the rental. The drive home was just about as enjoyable as the ride to the Food Lion. The only difference was instead of thinking about how much he "hates" Jack while driving away from him, now Eric's thinking of how much he "hates" Jack while driving towards him.
"Hey, Jack, when did Eric say he was gonna be back?" Cory rubs his hands together as if anticipating an enticing meal arriving in front of him at any second. Shawn is sitting on the couch across from 'the hungry one' pretending to read an exhilarating article on the many ways to prepare cow. Realizing what he is reading, Shawn grunts in disgust and tosses the magazine onto the pile on top of the coffee table.
"Jack, what's up buddy? When is Eric going to be home?" Shawn kicks his brother in the shin.
"Oh, uh, soon guys." Jack's head drifts back into the fog of misery and self hate. The younger boys stare at him, both having a vague idea of what might be on his mind. After what seemed like hours, Jack stands up and walks briskly into the kitchen. His face is still as blank and glazed over as before. Cory decides to say something,
"Jack. You. Are. Standing. Do. You. Know. Where. You. Are. Going?" He dictates so slowly that neither Jack nor Shawn fully comprehends what Cory says.
"I'm going out," Jack grabs Eric's wallet from the counter and slams the screen door behind him. Staring at each other with a sense of boredom, Cory and Shawn sigh simultaneously. Intolerantly, Shawn jumps out of the sofa cushions to follow his brother.
"Shawn. You. Are. Stand--"
"Shut up, Cor." Shawn cuts his friend off, relieving himself of the pressures of listening to Cory acting like an idiot. "Are you coming or what?" He asks after a second.
"Where?" Cory stands curious.
"Cory," wrapping an arm around his friend, Shawn points down the coastal line of the ocean outside their front door. "You see those flashing lights?" Cory nods, not sure where this is going. "And that faint music?" Straining his ears, the curly haired boy nods again, still not sure where this is going. He stares blankly at Shawn who is practically in tears of frustration. "It's a boardwalk!"
"Oh." Cory nods still, just looking at the lights and swaying with the music.
"Cory. We. Are. Going. To. Go. There."
silence
"Whoa, where?!" Sighing, Shawn drags Cory down the stairs and past less than seven houses before coming to the edge of the boardwalk. In the five- minute walk neither boy has said anything. As they stop, Cory smacks his hand against his forehead. "Oh, here!"
Disclaimer: Don't own ummm didly squat
Chapter II
Eric stands at the cashier waiting rather impatiently for the old woman behind the counter to ring up the bill.
"All right, boy, that'll be $234.77," the lady, Diane -as her nametag informs Eric- smiles kindly and watches as her customer fumbles around his pockets for a wallet. Finding the black leather, Eric opens the money holder and tears out $235.00. Instead of hanging around while Diane counted out twenty-three cents, he puts the final grocery bag into the cart and leaves.
The wallet falls into one of the bags without Eric giving it a second thought as he arranges them in the trunk of the rental. The drive home was just about as enjoyable as the ride to the Food Lion. The only difference was instead of thinking about how much he "hates" Jack while driving away from him, now Eric's thinking of how much he "hates" Jack while driving towards him.
"Hey, Jack, when did Eric say he was gonna be back?" Cory rubs his hands together as if anticipating an enticing meal arriving in front of him at any second. Shawn is sitting on the couch across from 'the hungry one' pretending to read an exhilarating article on the many ways to prepare cow. Realizing what he is reading, Shawn grunts in disgust and tosses the magazine onto the pile on top of the coffee table.
"Jack, what's up buddy? When is Eric going to be home?" Shawn kicks his brother in the shin.
"Oh, uh, soon guys." Jack's head drifts back into the fog of misery and self hate. The younger boys stare at him, both having a vague idea of what might be on his mind. After what seemed like hours, Jack stands up and walks briskly into the kitchen. His face is still as blank and glazed over as before. Cory decides to say something,
"Jack. You. Are. Standing. Do. You. Know. Where. You. Are. Going?" He dictates so slowly that neither Jack nor Shawn fully comprehends what Cory says.
"I'm going out," Jack grabs Eric's wallet from the counter and slams the screen door behind him. Staring at each other with a sense of boredom, Cory and Shawn sigh simultaneously. Intolerantly, Shawn jumps out of the sofa cushions to follow his brother.
"Shawn. You. Are. Stand--"
"Shut up, Cor." Shawn cuts his friend off, relieving himself of the pressures of listening to Cory acting like an idiot. "Are you coming or what?" He asks after a second.
"Where?" Cory stands curious.
"Cory," wrapping an arm around his friend, Shawn points down the coastal line of the ocean outside their front door. "You see those flashing lights?" Cory nods, not sure where this is going. "And that faint music?" Straining his ears, the curly haired boy nods again, still not sure where this is going. He stares blankly at Shawn who is practically in tears of frustration. "It's a boardwalk!"
"Oh." Cory nods still, just looking at the lights and swaying with the music.
"Cory. We. Are. Going. To. Go. There."
silence
"Whoa, where?!" Sighing, Shawn drags Cory down the stairs and past less than seven houses before coming to the edge of the boardwalk. In the five- minute walk neither boy has said anything. As they stop, Cory smacks his hand against his forehead. "Oh, here!"