Author's Note: I'm really sorry again for this being late, I swear this won't go on for much longer. From now on updates will be on Fridays, trying to do two updates for two Lost Boys stories on a Sunday is proving to be a total nightmare. The reason last Sunday was missed was that I wanted to finish the edits and any re-writing before I posted the next chapter, but school is crazy and I'm also in the process of re-writing my other story. So I'm still not done but figured it would be really unfair to make you guys wait any longer, especially seeing as you've been so awesome with favouriting, following and reviewing. I love writing this story and I really wanna thank sadlyhuman1997 for getting me to write it, but there were just some chapters I was unhappy with, stuff I wrote that I wish I hadn't, and in general I just don't think the story is as good as it needs to be. Hopefully this next week all edits and stuff will be finished and I'll have the edits as well as the new chapter on Friday for you guys. Thanks for all the new favourites and follows and to Flowerchild23, Mystic Vampyre, TheGoofyCat, sadlyhuman1997 and tomieharley for their reviews. Sorry the story has not been updated as often as it should but once I finish the edits things will be back on track. Hope you enjoy!

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

The next night I came back to the boardwalk with one mission, find the guy that's been my friend for years and freely admit how much I want to stay his friend. Because I did, Nick and I couldn't just stop being friends because of Paul and his friends.

I wasn't naive, I knew from the moment I saw Paul with his friends who they were, the local badass biker gang on the boardwalk, everyone that lived near or frequently visited the boardwalk would find them hard to miss. It was widely known they didn't like the so-called Surf Nazis, not many people did, but it was more of a male quest for domination of the boardwalk that was probably to blame. That was one of the reasons I couldn't let Nick stay angry with me, I knew his bad opinion of the guys probably stemmed from the fact he was hanging round with a bunch of people that hated Paul and the guys.

I knew if he would just give them a chance, he'd find out they weren't bad people. Sure, a little scary looking, but once you get to know them, they're pretty cool.

I spent most of the day sat at home debating about what to do, I rang Nick's house twice and went round to his place only to find no one was home. I knew he might be sleeping off a hangover at one of his friend's, so I was forced to wait till nightfall when I knew he'd be returning to the boardwalk.

Once I arrived and did a quick search of the boardwalk only to find him nowhere about, I decided to waste some time until I did another circuit of the boardwalk, check the beach and the bars or anywhere else he and his friends normally hung out. The video needed to be returned, so I made myself busy by returning it to the video store.

When I walked in Max was behind the counter talking with the girl that served me the night before, I lingered by some shelves near the counter and hoped he'd leave the counter soon, I didn't want him recognising me from when the guys were in last night, I could tell he didn't like them.

But because my luck wasn't great, the girl ended up being the one to leave to do something and Max happened to catch my eye as he turned to mind the counter. He smiled politely and I figured I may as well get it over with.

"Hi, I would like to return this, please."

Max nodded, "Certainly, do you want any other videos? We have a two for one special on horror movies." He offered.

"No thank you, I'm fine."

He chuckled, "Not a fan of horror movies?"

"I wouldn't really watch them much, they tend to give me nightmares so I steer clear of them whenever I can." I said, my nose wrinkling as I remembered the time dad tried to get me to sit through A Nightmare On Elm Street. Boy were those next few nights interesting.

"Wise." He laughed, glancing up from where he had been checking the video back in. He seemed to do a double take and my eyebrows rose as he stared at me.

"Do I have something on my face?" I asked with an awkward laugh, patting around my nose.

He shook himself almost imperceptibly, as if my question pulled him out of some train of thought, "I'm sorry it's just you looked very familiar, do I know you?"

Shit. "Uh, well I was in here last night getting a video when you chased those four guys out-"

"No no, I don't think it was that. Can I ask your name?"

"Bryn."

Max thought for a second, "Bryn... May I ask who your parents are?"

He seemed to be getting a little nosey, "Julie and Peter Williams, they own the music store here."

"Ah, Peter! I know your father. That uh, must be where I know you from then." That didn't really make sense, I didn't think I had ever been in with my dad when Max was here, and I didn't look anything like my dad. If I looked like one of my parents it would be my mom but even at that besides our hair colour and eyes I didn't see any striking similarities that would give me away.

"Has he mentioned me?"

"Hm? Oh yes, he mentioned one time when he was in that he had a daughter named Bryn, that must be why your name sounded familiar."

He remembered the one time my dad mentioned me? "Wow, you have a good memory."

"I do pride myself on it." Max laughed.

I smiled politely, "Well I better be going."

"Say hello to your dad for me."

"I will!" I called as I walked out of the store. Well that was… weird.

I soon forgot about the encounter as I realised I could probably go look for Nick again. This time when I walked through the boardwalk there were a lot more people and I had trouble finding anyone in the crowd. Finally I found a break in the crowd and all but jumped to safety along where the railings gave a good view of the beach.

There were various bonfire lit around the place but I had been fairly sure none of them belonged to any of Nick's friends, they weren't dramatic enough. I swear, every bonfire a Surf Nazi party throws must use enough driftwood to build a new pier.

"Well look who it is." A voice said from behind me, I turned half-expecting Paul or one of the guys.

Zach. Damn it.

"Hello." I said, he sniggered almost to himself before coming over, close enough for me to smell the alcohol on his breath.

"I don't see your big bad friends with you, did someone get dumped?"

I rolled my eyes, "I don't spend every waking minute with them. I'm looking for Nick, actually."

Zach took a swig from the bottle he had been carrying, "Oh, I see, come crawling back to apologise?"

My eyes narrowed, "Apologise for what?" Please tell me Nick hadn't told him about the argument.

"For dumping him for that pack of shitheads. He told me you picked them, a dangerous move considering Nick's really the only friend you have."

"He is not the only friend I have, and there's no picking anyone, Zach. Nick isn't stupid enough to think this is some kind of competition like you do."

Zach laughed, "Well in any case, you certainly screwed up telling Nick where to go, he's heartbroken."

A pang of guilt shot through my stomach, "I want to apologise, alright? It's finding him that's the problem."

"I know where he is."

Why couldn't he have just started off with that? "You do?"

"Sure! You've just been looking in the wrong place, I'm going to meet him and the others right now."

"Where?"

"Come on." Zach said, waving with the bottle for me to follow him. Warning bells started ringing in my head for some reason and I told myself I shouldn't follow him, "He might be gone by the time you get there if you take too long."

Shit, I wasn't gonna let him walk off and think I hadn't been looking for him, plus I wouldn't put it past Zach to lie and said he had seen me with Paul looking less than concerned about wherever Nick was.

So I followed.

Zach weaved through the crowds of the boardwalk easily, pushing his way through in some cases but I followed closely in his shadow, focusing on the back of his shirt which looked in serious need of a wash.

The more he walked the less people that were blocking our paths, until we got to the point where it was basically just me and him, walking towards the more isolated part of the boardwalk where some shops had been closed for a while. Maybe they had broken into one and set up camp for the night? I wouldn't doubt it.

I sighed as Zach turned to go down an alleyway, "Look, if you don't know where he is then you could just tell me instead of leading me on some wild goose chase."

Zach came to a stop halfway down the alley and I paused behind him, waiting for him to just cut the crap already and let me go find Nick, "I know exactly where he is."

"Where?"

Zach turned with the sound of a smirk in his voice as he said the next words which caused ice to seize my stomach, "Not around here."

Shit.

I barely even got turned to run as he grabbed me, pushing me up against the wall of the narrow alley. How the hell could I have been so damn stupid?

"Let me go!" I shouted.

Zach sniggered, "What's wrong? None of your little friends around to help you?"

I was completely alone, I was sure of it, but it never hurt to hope someone would hear me, "Help me!"

Zach promptly put a hand over my mouth and muffled any further attempts at being heard, "Make anymore noise and you're screwed." I was already screwed, a tear dripped down my cheek as I realised I was probably in some very serious trouble. I tried pulling his hand away from my mouth with one hand while my other tried pushing him away, but he seized that wrist and put it against the wall beside my head.

Finally in a last ditch attempt I bit down on the skin on his hand, my efforts to pry it away from my mouth had failed so far so I did the only thing I could think of. I sunk my teeth into his flesh until he ripped his hand away.

"Little bitch." He hissed, grabbing the front of my jacket and pulling me away from the wall only to push my roughly to the ground. I barely got enough time to protect myself as he stomped down on my stomach with his heavy boots. I cried out in pain and rolled on my side, curling into a ball.

As he continued kicking my back and sides, each blow harsh and I didn't see how I would even be able to run if I tried. Tears flowed freely now as I realised I was probably going to get a good beating and then maybe something even worse would happen.

I wanted someone- anyone- to make him stop.

I was so busy trying to block out what was happening until it was over that it took me a few seconds to realise the next blow I had been waiting for had never come. He'd stopped.

I took my arms away from around my head where they had been trying to protect it from any blows, my mid-section seemed to be the prime target but one quick kick to the head and I'd be in a lot more trouble.

I waited a few seconds before glancing up expecting to see him staring down at me, catching his breath in preparation for whatever torture he was planning on inflicting next.

He was gone.

I couldn't see him anywhere, he had left. Surely a few kicks to the sides and stomach weren't all he had planned, there were always far worse things you could do to a girl when you got her alone and had the chance to show her how stupid she was for following you.

I lurched to my feet and stumbled back the way we had come down, expecting to see him heading back down to the more populated parts of the boardwalk. But he was nowhere to be seen. I couldn't remember hearing him say anything before he stopped kicking me, and I didn't hear him leave. It was almost as if it happened instantly. I was talking crazy, my arms had been covering my ears and anything could have happened and I wouldn't have heard. Still, how did he leave so quickly?

I slumped down against the wall and took deep breaths, wincing as my ribs throbbed with the movement. I waited a few moments before I got to my feet and started back down the boardwalk, keeping a wary eye out for Zach, but he had all but vanished.

Author's Note: Oooo what happened to Zach? Who came to Bryn's rescue? Find out Friday :')