So I have an idea for another Lost Boys story that I am really fond of, but don't exactly have much of a plot for yet. BUT I do have the plot for the next chapter which is always nice to have. I planned on leaving this chapter after the Boys left but I didn't because it was only about 800 words and each chapter HAS to be 1000+ for me to publish it. At least that is my rule. So I hope you enjoy this chapter!
I kept to my word and didn't tell Max about that night. I just told him I walked around the area and made myself acquainted with things. Since I came back earlier than expected, even though now it was almost one in the morning, Max had showed me around the store. There wasn't much to it really, a room in the back which was his office I was guessing and a bathroom for employees. Everything was just in the main area of the store. He was glad I at least knew how to a cash register and motioned to where each genre of movie was, but they were labeled anyway. Maria was helping out a customer that was looking for some sappy romance movie and she seemed to really enjoy working here.
The tour ended and Max had to do some paperwork so he left to his office which left me with Maria who was now behind the register ringing up the customer. I walked over to the rows of movies and placed my index on one of the cases and trailed it along as I walked, looking over every movie that I passed. The motorcycle engine sound came back. My gaze left the current title, Psycho, and looked over to the door, seeing the four men from before stopping near by. "Maybe they won't come in." I muttered to myself and returned to the movies. I kept walking until the shelf ended and about that time I heard hoots and hollers coming into the store. I moved to look at the door. "Or maybe they will come in."
I could finally get a good look at all of them, being the situation wasn't dire and I wasn't about be raped. One of the blondes had really wild hair and a face that matched. He was wearing a mesh shirt and jeans with a leather jacket over it. He looked like an interesting character. They all did. The third blonde had slightly less wild hair than the other, short in the front but long and curly in the back. He was clothed in a short, plain white shirt and jeans. A colorful patchwork jacket was the focus point of his clothes. He looked to the be youngest one in the group, but his face looked much older. The last one...whoa. He had rather long black hair, seemed Native American and barely had clothes on. Well he lacked a shirt, not that I minded.I shook my head, Cheyenne just stop talking. He looked to be the most serious of the group, if there even was one. He didn't seem as wild as the other two blondes, but didn't hold the leader look of platinum.
Wild hair and colorful jacket leaned on to the counter to flirt with Maria and I watched with amusement. The leader, platinum, started to talk to her too. She pointed over to Max door which I sadly ended up being near. I didn't think they would need Max. I was planning on hiding there if needed. There goes my plan. I saw Wild hair smirk as he saw me and started to walk over. I mentally groaned. "Hey chick! Don't you know it's good manners to thank your saviors?" He asked jokingly. "And watch a fight break out? Not my style." I replied. "The least you could do is say thanks!" I acted like I thought about it. "Okay. Thanks Twisted Sister." Now I have a smirk of my own. "Care to join us?" He motioned to his friends. The brunette was staring at me again. I was starting to get embarrassed like before. "Can't. I have work. " I motioned to our surroundings. "You work here?" The curly blonde joined in. I nodded. "Just started actually. And by just started I've been here for maybe forty five minutes? Besides I don't even know you guys. The least you could do is tell me your names. Then maybe I'll think about it." Wild hair chuckled. "I'm Paul, that's Marko." He pointed to the curly blonde that was still leaning on the counter."That's David." He pointed to platinum who was just stood there, looking between Paul and Max's door. "The creepy one over there is Dwayne." That snapped him out of his stare and he nodded towards me.
Max's office door opened and he stepped out. "I thought I told you four not to come in here."He said in a stern voice. "We were just leaving, right boys?" David replied. "The offer still stands." Paul said to me. I shrugged. "Maybe some other time." He nodded as David motioned for them to head out. Dwayne was the last to leave. To be honest I didn't want him to go. "You know them?" I asked Max as he took his glasses off and rubbed his temples. "They're kind of like my sons. I watch after them." I nodded. Was taking care of others his other job? Geez. "It's about closing time. Might as well get you home, let you settle in." I followed him to his car and as I got up to it he already opened the door for me. I smiled and slid into the car as he closed the door.
Max lived surprisingly close to his work, maybe a few miles down? It was a quaint house, with a cozy charm to it. He unlocked the door and led me into the living room. The cozy feel never left as I looked around. A beige carpet with slightly darker walls, and a brown couch with two lighter loveseats. Connected to it was a kitchen that kept the earthy tones with the walls and cabinets but the carpet from the living room flowed into the light wood flooring. The dining room was next door to it separated by an accent wall that was a tad darker than the original color. "I'll take you to your room." Max said to me and walked upstairs. "It probably isn't much., but I never expected to be bringing home anyone." He continued to walk down the hallway with me in tow and opened the door at the farthest end of it. It was still as quaint as ever but this time with forest green walls. A wooden queen sized bed sat in the corner of the room with one side against the wall with two white pillows and a light brown . There was a nightstand next to it made of wood that matched the bed. It had a lamp on it that looked aged but gave a feel to the room. A dresser sat against the wall across from the bed, the same wood used for it that had been used for the bed and nightstand. There was a window above the bed with dark brown curtains and a lighter brown stripe that was at the bottom, it only reached above the window sill. There was a clone of the window on the other side of the wall so it was symmetrical. "I like it." I stated, looking at Max. He smiled and nodded. "I'm glad. There is a bathroom next door and towels are in the cabinet for you to take a shower and you can put you clothes in the dresser." He pointed to it and sighed.
"Why are you letting me stay here? Or being so nice in general?" I asked. Sure it might be considered rude, but it's strange that a middle aged man would take in a runaway, house them, and give them a job just off of meeting them. "To tell to you the truth, I've always wanted a daughter."