Cry Little Sister

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. Sheryl and Wanda belong to me.

A/N: Sorry for the wait. Thank you so much for the reviews!

---Chapter Three: Late Night Encounters

Wanda glanced back at the comic store and sighed, her shoulders slumping. It really had been rude of her to run out like that, but what else could those boys have expected? She had reacted like any sensible person would have. Surly they hadn't expected her to actually believe them. They had been trying to convince her that Santa Carla was infested with vampires! Wanda liked vampires. She read about them, she watched movies about them…but hell, she didn't believe in them!

She suddenly collided with something. Well, actually, she collided with someone. She realized this when a gloved hand shot out and grabbed her arm to keep her from falling.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry!" she apologized, steadying herself.

"Don't worry about it," the man she walked into replied. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm…" Wanda froze when she finally looked up at him. "…fine."

Her breath caught in her throat as their eyes met. She pulled her arm from his grip and just stood there, unsure of what to do. His eyes looked familiar, like the ones she had seen the other night, or at least the ones she thought she saw. One thing was for sure; she had never encountered someone with eyes like his…

"You new in town?"

"Damn, is it that obvious?" Wanda rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I'm really sorry."

"No problem…"

The man's voice trailed off when he saw that Wanda was already walking away. Smirking, he stepped back into the crow and vanished.

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"Are you enjoying yourself?" Max asked, taking a small sip of his wine.

"Yes!" Sheryl grinned.

"And you aren't just here because I'm your boss?"

"Of course not. I'm really glad that you asked me out. I haven't been on a date in a long time." She gently blew on her coffee before taking a drink. She could hardly believe that she was here, sitting across from a nice man in a fancy restaurant. This was almost a dream come true for her. Sheryl had never been on such a formal date before.

"Not since Wanda's father?"

Sheryl almost spat her coffee out.

"What?"

"You haven't been on a date since Wanda's father?" Max frowned when he realized that question might have been a little too personal. Her reaction made that obvious.

"No…no, I haven't," Sheryl quietly replied, taking another sip of coffee. "I was too worried about Wanda. I didn't want to get involved with anyone until she was old enough to take care of herself." She smiled weakly as she picked up one of the laminated menus and started to look over it. Damn, everything was so expensive!

"You sound like a wonderful mother," Max complemented. "Wanda's lucky to have you."

"It's the other way around, really." She finally spotted something that didn't look too pricey. "I don't know what I'd do without her. She's what keeps me going sometimes."

Max opened his mouth to say something, but a waitress stopped by their table and interrupted them. She jotted down their orders and picked up their menus before hurrying back to the kitchen.

"Does being an only child affect her in any sort of way?"

"Unfortunately," Sheryl sighed. "She gets pretty lonely. I mean, we get along great…but let's face it, a grown woman doesn't make the best company for a teenager."

"Didn't she have any friends before you moved here?"

"She's kind of a loner."

"Well then," Max smiled, "hopefully she just needed a fresh start. Maybe she'll make some friends here."

Sheryl nodded and finished off her coffee. 'She's not the only one who needed a fresh start.'

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'Why the hell do I keep running into all of these weird people?' Wanda thought as she dropped a tray of greasy fast food onto the table and took a seat in the booth. She stuffed her change into her pocket and delicately picked up her cheeseburger to avoid spilling grease everywhere. The food really looked disgusting, but she didn't care at the moment. She was hungry and fast food was pretty cheap. Besides, it didn't really taste that bad…it just smelled horrible.

"Fancy seeing you here," a familiar voice said.

Wanda looked up in surprise. It was the man she had walked into, and this time he wasn't alone. There were four other people with him. All of them were male expect for one. Wanda stared at the girl's hair and desperately fought back the, "Holy shit! There's something on your head!" that was building up inside of her.

"Uh, yeah," she swallowed a mouthful of her strawberry milkshake and crossed her legs.

"Mind if we sit with you?" the young man asked.

"No, not really…" Wanda had no idea why they would want to, but she slid over anyway.

Two of them sat beside her and the other three sat down on the other side of the table. Wanda looked out of the window of the diner, trying not to pay much attention to them.

"I'm David," the blue-eyed man said. He introduced the others as Star, Dwayne, Paul and Marko.

"My name is Wanda."

Wanda nervously poked at her food and made a small noise of disgust when grease oozed out of it. She pushed the tray aside and grabbed her milkshake.

"So, you said that you're new?" David said.

"Um, yes, I did." Wanda sipped her milkshake through bendy straw. "My mom and I moved here about three days ago."

"What do you think of Santa Carla?" Paul asked.

"It's pretty cool…" her voice trailed off when she realized that Paul had his arm around Marko. 'Wow…that's hot.'

She blushed a little when Marko arched a brow. He obviously noticed that she had been staring at them. She nibbled on the bendy straw in milkshake for a moment before sighing and leaning back. They were all silent now and it was getting awkward. She shifted slightly and frowned when she realized that no one was about to break the silence.

"Hey, uh, do any of you have a watch?"

"No, but there's a clock behind you," Star replied.

Wanda turned around and her jaw dropped. "Oh, shit."

"What?" David asked.

"I have to go." She looked over at Paul and Marko. They stood up and she slid out of the booth. She threw her trash away and left her tray on top the garbage bin.

Wanda ran out of the diner without another word.

"Well, that didn't accomplish much," Paul muttered.

"At least she knows us," David said, shrugging. "Come on. Let's get something to eat…"

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A/N: Crap, this chapter sucks. I'm so sorry! I had to write something to get back into the habit of writing this. Okay, next chapter: Wanda goes to the cave.