I'd been transferred back in time and in another direction when I stumbled through some crazy glowy worm hole type thing when the Avengers or someone caped was flying through the city. When I'd been falling face first into the wormy hole of psychedelic colors I figured I would die. So landing on my face in the sand was a pleasant surprise. Forty years in the past, before I had been born. It seemed I landed in 1986 in Santa Carla, California. A beach filled with families, punks, homeless kids, and vampires. If it happened because I had been watching the movie, THe Lost Boys, on my phone right before the chaos and then the aforementioned wormholes. Or if it was coincidence didn't really matter. It seemed like a one way trip.
Luckily I was able to use my atm card to take out 500 dollars, but it must have been because the technology wasn't terribly advanced. The next time I tried to use it, the machine ate my card.
So although I saw the Lost Boys, I was more worried about my own survival. Luckily, it was the 80's so creating a new identity wasn't super difficult.
After several weeks, I met the Lost Boys on the boardwalk, they'd introduced themselves one day when I was leaving from a group of guys who'd bought me food one night. The teens who bought my dinner were getting a little too handsy. It wasn't exactly crossing a line, but I knew it was time to depart. So I told them my ride was there and headed towards the exit.
The guys were kind of following, maybe, so I wasn't looking super close when I ran into Paul.
"Oof, oh shit, I'm sorry!" I said as I was suddenly in some rocker guy's arms. His catch prevented me from going sprawling across the boardwalk and definitely saved me from splintery embarrassment.
"Nah, babe, you falling for me is the best thing that's happened to me all night!" He declared as he put us both upright then let go. "I'm Paul."
"I'm Roxy, but I fell into you, not fell for you," I corrected him.
He mimed getting struck in the heart. "Roxy, baby, after everything we've been through?!?"
"You're right, I should treat our relationship with the gravity it deserves," I maintained a deadpan for a second before grinning at him, he was now completely swooning into his friends' arms.
"Who were those guys you're running from," David's question accompanied a head nod in the direction I came from. When I turned to look, I saw the guys milling around, clearly stopped in their tracks by the bikers.
"Would we call it running? It seemed more like a strategic retreat," I told them with as much dignity as possible.
"You needed a strategic retreat?" David questioned me although he never took his eyes off the group of teens I'd scored lunch and dinner off of.
"I figured it was better to leave a little mystery, a little less heartbreak. I don't think their teenage hormones would survive our ill-fated love affair like Paul here." I joked, trying to show David that the guys weren't bad, just a little young, a little innocent.
"I'm not surviving, I'm dead," Paul wailed dramatically and swooned in my direction so he landed draped across my shoulders this time.
"Dead sexy," I cracked.
Paul and I convulsed with laughter.
"Marko, I found my soulmate," Paul declared, still half on top of me like a cat.
"Nope, we can't have two of you, one has to go," Marko stated before he snaked in between us and stole me away. "Roxy's in, you're out."
"Sweet, I've always wanted to be in a gang? Is there an initiation? I've always wanted to have sexy pillow fights."
"What type of gang initiation has sexy pillow fights?" David asked with a smirk.
"Hopefully this one," Paul answered sotto voce.
"Yeah, see, Paul's too pretty to kick out. Another time, maybe," I fake lamented and twirled out from Marko's loose grasp.
"Keep killin' it, boys," I called out to the boys doing cheesy finger guns as I headed off toward my home.