"I Can't Deny That I Want To Be With You, But I'll Lie If I Have Too -Drake"
Authors note: I'd really like to remind my readers that this is NOT based in the 1980's. I wanted an original idea so I went with our time, 2013. :) So I hope this doesn't discourage you from reading further, but I just had to put that out there. Also, I obviously don't own the lost boys, haha, I wish!:) Anyways, read on!:D
Sam and I had managed to waste the whole day watching every horror movie that we could find. Which, if you think about it.. Is alot, considering the family business is a line of video stores(Well, one in Santa Carla, and one in the next town over.. But it's slowly growing).
We had to sneak into Mikes room a couple times, scavenging any movie we could find. His room was filthy, and smelly, he hasn't changed a bit.. Still my favorite big brother. We only found 2 movies, but we both agreed it was worth the mission. The movies we found were classic's, and we watched the both of them and returned them saftely to Micheal's bedroom.. Unharmed, well the movies were unharmed. I'm pretty sure Sam is scared for life after seeing a half eaten peice of chesse pizza shoved into a glass of pepsi.. He was always the clean one. Both movies were good though. The hunt was fun, and worth it.. And to us, our findings were like gold.
'Dracula' with Pepsi spilled over the case, and 'Nightmare on elm street 3: Dream Warriors', Which was stuffed under a pile of dirty clothes.. I was happy I survived.
I have to say out of the whole Nightmare on elm street trilogy, 'dream warriors' was my favourite . Was it the fact that 'Bradley Gregg' was in it? ... Probley.. But who's to say for sure, right?
He was my first ever movie crush, and remains so till this very day. So it's safe to say I was freaking out when he got killed off. To be honest, freaking out is a huge understatement.. It's more like screaming at the Tv while grasping Sam's arm so hard he squealed.. I wouldn't be surprised if his arm had a forming bruise.
Note to self: -Apologize to Sam for going haywire while Brady was getting killed off.. That and, for making him pick up the garbage while I skipped up to my room to change into my swimwear.
Jesus.. I feel so self absorbed.. But COME ON people.. Bradley Gregg maybe old now, and have kids, and is married, and blah blah blah.. But he is a god.. Well, in my book he is..
BUT Getting off track(which seems to be happening a lot for me lately, considering my teenage- scratch that- woman hormones are going crazy.. I just got over my fears, and also, realized I was madly in love with David... For me, that's a lot in one day)
WAIT! HOLD UP! Did I just think that? I'm madly in love with David? I think not.. He's to mysterious for my liking.. With his sparkling blue eyes, and his mesmerizing smirk..
Agh! I do not LIKE, LOVE, or ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES DAVID! And as funny as this sounds.. Even in my mind, that sounds like a lie.
I had just finished changing into a black bikini, with a huge plain white baggy shirt, which seemed to fit like a dress on me.(Which happened to be one of Mikes, that I had taken from him before he left for Santa Carla... What? I liked it!.)
With my towel wrapped around my waist, and one of those trashy gossip magazines grasped in my palm tightly, I was ready to go swimming with my little brother. Ha! You never get bored living in a mansion, especially when that mansion has it's own swimming pool!
I began to make my way out of my awesome room(Did I mention it was awesome?), and headed down to the living room where I was to meet Sammy. I was in a perfect mood, getting over my fears, spending the day watching movies, spending quality time with my little brother.. And than, I entered the living room.. As fast as all those beautiful memory's came into my mind, they disapeared without a trace.
Twisted Perv, Brunette eyes, Baby Face, and.. Mullet Man (A.K.A: Paul, Dwayne, Marko, and David) sat around the room, and by the looks on there faces, and Sam's too...They were interrogating my little brother.
I could feel wandering look over my body, which, as hard as it was.. I completely ignored, keeping a perfect poker face. I began to make my way towards my brother as I herd the loudest cat call come from Paul, he was threating to wake up the whole house.. I knew he was.
Glaring at a grinning Paul while I crossed the room. My only thoughts at that very moment were of, how demented Paul was, and how I was going to escape this prison cell we call a living room. I felt so anxious to leave.. I didn't want to be in their presence right now.. I felt, weird.
I rolled my eyes I reached my destination at Sammy's side, my arms glued across my chest. I looked down at Sam giving him the old :: 'Whats-Going-On' look, which he simply turned away to look at a smirking David. I nearly growled in anger.
"Well.." David began, his eyes scanning every curve I owned. I shuddered, but remained in place. My mind told me to leave, but my heart told me to stay.. Haha, My heart.. Yeah, thats what told me to stay..
I was feeling nervous more than anything.. I didn't know these boys, and the way they looked at me, gave me the creeps. I wanted to grab Sam's hand and lead him out of the room.. I needed to chill out for awhile, away from the boys.. And still, I'm gladly not scared of David any more Thank you reality check... Oh, and Sam too. Can't forget the little brother.
"Missy's anxious.." David finished, making the boys howl with laughter. I felt my face drain of it's color as I stood frozen in place. How did he know that? How did he know that I was anxious? Did he read my mind?
Damn Missy he cant read minds, he's normal.. More like read my face.. My actions? Yeah, lets go with that.. My actions, He read the way I stood next to Sammy. Well, I was anxious, anxious to get away from his weird little friends.. And him, of course. They all just... Uhh!
Why me!?
I huffed and grabbed Sam's arm, (which I instantly loosened my grip on once I remember today's Bradley Gregg meltdown) and swiftly began to make my way out of the room. But defiantly not before adding my last words to the argument.
"Yeah, Anxious to get away from you!" I replied with a cool smirk of my own, before exciting the living room, Sam in tow like a lost puppy.
"She wants me." I herd Paul snicker, loud enough for me to hear. I was intended to hear it.. I knew I was, like always, Paul was so fucking predictable.. Stupid pig.
"Keep dreaming Paul!" I shouted. I took note of the venom in my voice, but only grinned as I realized it was there. My voice had also echoed against the walls, making it's way back to Paul and the boys. I herd laughing, really loud laughing, before Paul's head poked out of the doorway, a grin on his lips as we looked into my eyes.
"Every night, baby!" He called, earning more laughter from the living room. I cringed as the taste of sour vomit entered my mouth.
What a sick pig.. And I have.. That.. to live with.
Wish me luck... I'm afraid I'm going to need it.
Authors note::(PLEASE READ:))
Sooo.. Theres another chapter complete.. I wanted to get another done quickly for my awesome fans!:) I dont think this one if very good though:P Let me know, haha:)
Soo.. In spirt of all of my fans.. I'm giving a choice/vote for the next chapter... Yay! Go fans!
VOTE:
*More fluff between David and Missy!
*GO SLOWER WITH FLUFF! NO FLUFF AT THE MOMENT!
*David should leave Missy a note, what could it say!?
*ETC, YOU CHOOSE!:)
Let me know your ideas, if you have any... If you dont, thats fine too, I just thought this would be fun! Dont be afraid to review your thoughts:D
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