Author's Note: I am very sorry the updates for this and my other Lost Boys story are so slow, I really try to get them done quicker but writer's block hits me at the worst times. Sadlyhuman1997 and I have great plans for this story but I don't want to rush anything so I hope you guys don't mind if it takes me a while getting things just right. I will definitely update sooner in future and the story will get much more exciting, promise ;) thanks to any new favourites and follows and thanks to Flowerchild23, NinaVuelta93, Emzy2k11, sadlyhuman1997, dreamgirllivi, Guest and The Goofycat for their reviews. I love reviews and you guys have been so great with them, you all rock! Anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter and please leave a review :D

Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys, just my OCs.

"I'm going to die!"

"You are not going to die." Paul snickered from behind me on the bike, "I explained everything and you know what to do. I will handle the kick-start and the gears, all you have to do is handle the clutch and steer."

"I'm still going to die!" I insisted.

"You'll be fine! I taught you well! Ready?"

"No!"

"Good, go!" He ordered, kick-starting the bike and the engine roared to life. Oh my God this is a lot scarier when you're the one driving.

The bike went forward as I slowly released the clutch, I gritted my teeth as we accelerated forward and down the steps of the boardwalk and onto the beach.

"You got it, don't forget when I tap your arm you gotta hold the clutch in tight so I can switch gears." Paul said over the wind, tapping my arm to get me to hold the clutch in as he used his foot to change the gears. Thank God he has long legs.

So in exchange for Paul and the guys coming into the store and Paul buying some new music, which I was now carrying in my bag, I had to come back to the caves for a proper tour. I did not want to agree to take the quickest motorcycle lesson in history, but Paul's hard to argue with and his bike is amazing. Scary as hell, but amazing.

I let out a sigh of relief as I managed to navigate our way under the pier without crashing into any posts. My face relaxed into a smile and the familiar feeling of exhilaration hit me as we sped up.

"Whoo!"

Paul let out a goofy laugh at my exclamation, tousling my hair as we sped across the beach.

"I'm alive!" I said with my arms stretched out as we entered the cave, I stumbled my way down the small hill, sticking to the places the lighted branch Paul was holding could make clear to me.

"I knew you'd be fine." He said from behind me, "The guys on the other hand were a little sceptical."

"Well they should have come along, they could have made sure I didn't wrap the bike around a tree." I laughed.

"Nah, they decided to hang back for a while and then pick up our body parts when the were heading home." He teased.

"Ha ha." I said with sarcasm. I gazed around the cave and pointed to my feet. "So I've been in here, where else is there?"

Paul glanced around in thought as he went up to the fountain, "This is sorta the main room and the one in best condition, the rest of mostly caves or rooms that have caved in."

I chuckled, "So where do you guys sleep? I mean, the bed looks spacious, but I can't see you, Marko, David and Dwayne all spooning each other in it."

Paul laughed loudly, "Nah, they don't like to cuddle."

"Really? They sort of struck me as the cuddles and hugs type, especially David."

Paul grinned, "Well he doesn't like to admit it but…" He trailed off and I giggled.

"So where do you sleep?"

"Wherever we happen to fall after the party ends at sunrise, babe." He said with a cocky smirk.

"Ooo, you really party all night long?" I asked.

"All night. Every night." Paul confirmed, lifting the "rockbox" as he called it up onto the fountain. I dug in my bag for his tapes and started sorting through them.

"I can't believe you didn't have Shakedown, Bob Seger is just a must-have in your music stash." I told him.

Paul sniggered, "So is this what we'll be like? You throwing music at me and me being forced to listen to it all?"

I put the tape in and closed it before folding my arms with a face of mock seriousness.

"Yeah, you got a problem with it?"

Paul hit play and grabbed my hands to pull me up on the fountain, "Nope!"

"I'm sorry, are we interrupting?" A voice asked a while later, but it moved in and out of my hearing range because I was being spun in a circle since Paul threw me over his shoulder.

"Nope! Put me down, nutcase." I ordered with a laugh, Paul righted me once again and I swayed slightly on my feet, "If I throw up tonight, I blame you." I told him.

"Just appreciating the music like you wanted." He replied, I fixed my top from where it had raised itself slightly with all the movement.

"Hello again." I said to the rest of the guys, they had left me and Paul to our own devices while they went to get something to eat.

"Nice to see you getting a proper look at the caves, what d'you think?" David asked as he walked over with his hands in his pockets.

"It's amazing, five seconds in here and you just know it's amazing. And I drove the whole way out here on the bike and didn't crash." I told him confidently.

"Really?" David asked with a smirk, raising his eyebrows with a glance to Paul who stood beside me.

"Well it was a bit touch-and-go at some points." He teased, I punched his shoulder lightly before something flying towards me from the corner of my eye had me turn just in time to catch the chinese carton which had been flying towards me.

"Heads up." Marko said with a grin as I glanced around to see where the food had come from.

I nodded with a polite smile, "Thank you." Free food, I like these guys a lot.

I sat on the edge of the fountain and fiddled with the chopsticks until I was sure I wouldn't spill any noodles down my top. The guys chatted faintly back and forth until we were all quiet.

I happened to look up about halfway through my noodles to see David staring from where he sat in the wheelchair. Now that I glanced around, everyone seemed to be staring at me. I forced my eyes away from Dwayne's especially intense, dark gaze back to David, discreetly wiping around my mouth.

"Thirsty?" He asked, before I could politely decline he continued, "All the dancing and food could make you parched."

"A little." I confessed.

"Paul," He called without moving his gaze from me, "Why don't you get something for our friend Bryn here to drink?" He suggested.

I smiled politely at the gesture before I realised Paul hadn't made a move to follow through on it, and when I glanced at him my brows furrowed in confusion to see him give David a pointed look before catching my eye and smiling.

"Sorry girl, I don't think we have anything-"

I waved a hand in dismissal, "That's fine I don't need-"

"Sure we do!" David interrupted, swinging one of his legs to rest on the arm of the wheelchair, effectively turning himself to face Paul fully, "Paul, you know we have some wine back there. The best wine in Santa Carla, no less." David added with a smile at me, "Why don't you get her some?" He asked Paul.

I watched as Paul let his gaze drop back down to the carton of chinese food he was holding, David raised his eyebrows at the apparent refusal to get the wine, I had a feeling he didn't want me to drink it as much as I didn't really want to.

I decided to try and help myself and Paul out of it,"I don't drink wine. I'm only eighteen." Wow, of all the lame excuses.

"We won't tell anyone." He smirked, popping the cork.

"Besides age I just don't drink, I appreciate the offer but I just don't like alcohol."

"Have you ever tried it?" He asked.

"No, but I've seen what it has done to my friends and I'm not a fan of getting wasted, I'd be a total lightweight." I joked.

"You sure? It's easily the best wine in Santa Carla, you've never tasted anything like-"

"Not tonight, David." A new voice said, not exactly cutting through David's sentence because it was spoken in a low tone, but nonetheless David turned to the source- Dwayne. David's steely blue gaze met Dwayne's dark one from where he leant against one of the posts on the bed with a carton of food in his hand. His gaze was strong but not challenging, but even then David finally broke gaze and turned back to me.

"Perhaps some other night, then?" He said, I nodded eagerly, wanting whatever the hell was going on to pass over as soon as possible.

"Let's get this party started!" Paul said brightly, jogging over to a boombox. I let out a breath I hadn't realised I'd been holding and glanced around at the remaining three guys. David and Dwayne had their eyes fixed firmly on their food, whilst Marko had discarded his in favour of a pigeon. The music was blared and everyone seemed to all come back together enough for things to seem like normal again.

I let an easy smile slip onto my face again as we settled back into a more comfortable atmosphere.

Oh God, I really am dead now.

There was daylight streaming into the cave. Which basically means this will be the last time I'm allowed out of my house for the next twenty years, my parents will kill me.

I must have fallen asleep somewhere in the cave and someone put me in the bed with a blanket over me and took my shoes off.

Last thing I could remember was dancing around the cave to some more of Paul's music, which was not that bad but he still needed some of my influence. I danced around until my feet hurt and my neck has a pain from all the headbanging.

Still, it was a great night. But I would pay for it now, and I would honestly take some wine to give me courage for the punishment that awaited me at home.

After a few minutes of lying on the bed and listening to the waves crashing against the outside of the caves, I decided I may as well cut back on the amount of hours I had been missing for as much as I could.

I slipped my sneakers on and glanced around to look for one of the guys to let them know I was going home, maybe even beg a lift if anyone was awake.

"Hello? Paul? Dwayne?" Nada, they must all either be out or asleep away from sight. I searched about for my bag and finally dug my sketchpad and a pen I kept handy.

Paul,

Had to leave or the folks would send out a statewide search party. I had a blast though, I'll see you around whenever I get out of prison (A.K.A my room).

Bryn x

The note was messily scrawled and I looked for a space I could pin it before I settled for setting it on the bed with a stray sea shell from the floor to stop it blowing away.

I eventually made it back to the boardwalk only to find the store was closed. I am in deep trouble.

When I finally made it home, I walked into the dining room to see both my parents sitting at the table looking like they hadn't gotten a wink of sleep.

"Sorry, I fell asleep."

"Where, exactly?" My father asked, I shrugged.

"I was hanging out with Paul and his friends at their place but I got so tired and fell asleep so I didn't realise I had been gone so long, I'm sorry for worrying you guys."

My mother sighed, "Well we were very worried, you know this is a dangerous town, Bryn. We have rules to make sure you're safe."

"I know, it won't happen again."

My parents shared a glance before nodding, "Well you can stay in your room for the rest of the evening and until tomorrow when you will work at the shop. And no more staying out late." My father warned me.

"Deal." I sighed, slouching up to my room.

I spent most of the evening messing around with whatever clothes I could find while my parents went to the boardwalk to the shop. I was left to make my own meals and had to think about what I had done.

By the time nightfall came I had changed my outfit easily twenty times, finally settling back on my demonia boots, a blue crop top, a rainbow-studded belt and a pair of ripped jeans with white lace tights underneath.

I had just fixed my hair into a ponytail and was finishing off cat-flick eyeliner- what can I say? I play dress-up when I have nothing else to do- when a noise from outside caught my attention.

I glanced towards my window, peeking through the translucent rainbow curtains I had to the trees outside.

Huh, nothing.

I went back to fixing my eyeliner when another noise caught my attention, this time from above my window. I bundled the make-up up that had been sitting on my lap and let everything spill onto the table as I went over to the window.

I was just about to quit looking around when a figure landed right in front of my face behind the glass.

"What the-" I cried as I fell back onto the floor in surprise, I looked up to see the figure wave from the other side of the window with a triumphant grin.

"Hello." Paul said casually as I opened the window once I had recovered, I stared in disbelief as he sat on the roof of the porch.

"Hello." I said breathlessly, "Mind telling me what you are doing here?"

Paul ran a hand through his hair dramatically, "Why, I am here to rescue the gorgeous princess from her tower."

I giggled with a shake of my head, "Most princes don't try to scare her to death in the process."

"Who said anything about a prince?" Paul asked as he knelt in front of me, "I'm far too badass to be a prince, not to mention sexy."

"Can't argue with that." I teased, "So, what now?"

"You come with me and we ride of into the night on my noble steed." He explained with a gesture to his bike in the front yard. Huh?

"How come I didn't hear the engine?" I asked.

"I may have snuck up here in the hopes of scaring you, it's fun." He confessed.

"Well I'm glad it amuses you, my heart can't take much more scaring. And anyway, I'm grounded." I said with a pout.

Paul waved the excuse off dismissively, "A minor obstacle, nothing stops us from having a good time."

I grinned, "If my parents spot me at the boardwalk, I'm dead."

"Who said anything about the boardwalk?"

I furrowed my eyebrows, "Where are we going?"

Paul tapped the end of my nose, "It's a surprise."

"I have to be back by midnight." I warned him, my parents would be home by then.

"No problem, I will have you home in time, Cinderella." He teased.

"Alright, you're on. You have to help me get down though." I said as I grabbed my leather jacket. I stuffed some pillows onto my bed and threw the blanket over them in case my mom or dad decided to come home early to check on me.

I turned the light on and climbed out the window, shutting it behind me before I turned just in time to see Paul's head disappear from sight on the edge of the roof.

I shuffled over to see him standing at the bottom with his arms out to catch me. I closed my eyes and pushed myself off the roof, laughing lightly when I landed in Paul's arms.

"You sure you're not a prince? This is a very romantic move." I informed him, gestured at how he had me held bridal-style.

Paul thought for a second before lifting me to throw me over his shoulder again, "Is this a prince move?"

I chuckled, "No but it's becoming a Paul one." I complained before Paul set me down and helped me onto the bike. He started the loud engine and I hoped none of the neighbours saw me leave as we sped down the street to whereever the hell I was being taken to next.