I do not own The Lost Boys. I only own Amelia and Sheryl.

Story Start

Amelia was sitting in her truck in the boardwalk parking lot. She had thought a long time yesterday at the beach and a few hours last night after her grandmother scared her to death. The boardwalk was her last option to find a job in this town.

"Just get out of the truck and go do some interviews," she gave herself a pep talk before opening the truck door. She made sure to lock the doors before heading towards the entrance of the boardwalk.

She could smell the fried foods covered in sugar and the oils from the hot dogs. The ringing from the different fair games were background noise among the music playing from different shops. Her first stops are going to be the retail clothing stores and then the eclectic shops for tourists. If those did not work out then she would try the food vendors. If the food vendors didn't work out, then she would try the random music, video, or even the comic book stores. She did a walk around the whole boardwalk making this plan.

"First stop," she muttered and put on a smile as she entered the first clothing store on the boardwalk.

The teenage boy working at the food stall gave her a sad smile as he gave her the order of French fries and a hot dog. "I'm sorry but we're not hiring. You could try the comic book store or the video store, but I wouldn't recommend the video store. The comic book kids are weird, but I think they would hire you," the teenager told her.

"Thanks for the info."

Amelia took her order of French fries and hot dog to a bench towards the end of the boardwalk. It was a quieter area and she needed a moment to catch her breath and her thoughts. She would try the comic book store after eating and taking a moment to herself. She didn't know how many times she had been told that she wasn't the right girl for the job. She was also told that she would need to sell drugs in the stores, which she quickly turned around and left the buildings. The food vendors weren't hiring. Her last options were the comic book store and the video store.

"What is wrong with this town?" she grumbled as she angrily ate her French fries.

"What did those fries do to you?" a male voice asked from behind her.

"Shit," Amelia screamed and threw up her hands, which meant her hot dog and French fries went flying into the air as well. She closed her eyes as the food fell on top of her. The feel of ketchup and mustard in her hair was the worst.

"Crap, didn't mean to make that happen," the guy said as he rushed to stand in front of her. He was waving his hands like he wanted to help, but he didn't have any napkins or anything to clean up the mess.

Amelia wiped some mustard off her cheek and looked up at the guy standing in front of her. He had long curly hair and bright blue eyes. His curly hair was longer than hers, but it was a mullet. Not a bad mullet but a mullet. She wasn't the biggest fan of that trend. He had on a vibrant denim jacket with different fabrics and color patches sewed all over it. He was kind of cute, but she was utterly embarrassed in her current state of covered in a hot dog and fries. She definitely would not be trying to flirt or going to look for a job tonight.

"It's fine, you didn't mean to," Amelia told the guy. "I need to grab some napkins."

"Let me," he said and rushed over to a nearby food stall to grab her some napkins.

"Thanks."

"I'm Marko," the guy said with a sheepish grin.

"Amelia, thanks for getting the napkins."

"No problem, so are you visiting from out of town?" Marko asked as he took a seat on the bench across from her bench. Her bench had mustard, ketchup, and fries all over it.

"No, I live here now," she replied and sighed when she saw that the mustard had stained her shirt and pants. "I need to get home to get cleaned up. Nice to meet you, Marko."

Marko jumped up from his bench when she stood up from her bench with the food wrapped up in the dirty napkins. He trailed behind her a little bit as she walked over to a trash can to throw away the spoiled food.

"So do you come by here often?" he asked and she turned to look at him with a raised eyebrow. He smiled when she gave a small chuckle.

"I guess I can come by more. I'll see you around, Marko," she said and gave him a wave before leaving the boardwalk. She would come back tomorrow when the comic book store and movie store open later in the afternoon to see about getting a job. She walked by four empty motorcycles as she went towards her truck in the parking lot. "Wonder if those are the ones from yesterday that tried to run over people."

Amelia made her way home and couldn't help but laugh at herself and the situation earlier with Marko. "He was kind of cute, but how embarrassing," she grumbled.

Thankfully her grandmother was not waiting up in the living room again tonight. She did not want another heart attack two nights in a row. She prepared for bed after locking up the house and hoped to find some kind of a reputable job tomorrow. She could not stop her mind from thinking of blue eyes and blonde curly hair. "You just met him, stop it," she grumbled before rolling onto her side to fall asleep.