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spidercookie18 · 6 months

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I've had this idea in my head that Paul uses M&M tubes to keep his joints in! They're perfect, they start out having candy AND they're air tight! If you can make anything out of that for the love of all that lives, you gotta.

Summary: Paul is a fiend, and makes it grandpa Emerson's problem Word Count: 2.5k

Great ask! I love this one a lot, you’re gonna get a crack response, but it’s a good response. Cause I’m smoking a crack pipe full of these fruity little bitches!

So, I’ve been toying with the idea of the boys going to COSTCO; hear me out. Any TLB AU where everyone survives, means Lucy will take the boys in; no if’s and’s or buts about it. She is the best 80’s mom ever, she’s for sure adopting them. Which makes the whole David x Michael thing weird bc they would be…stepbrothers? Whatever, vampire relationships are complicated. She would also have to be feeding like 10 people. Hold on, lets actually count. It’s the boys, that’s 4 + Lucy, Sam, Michael, Grandpa E, another 4, then Star, and Laddie, which is 2 AND maybe Max, and the Frog brothers… depending on how that goes. Anyways, that’s still at LEAST 10 mouths to feed.

So, Lucy, being the mom that she is, would get a COSTCO membership to get all the things that her new, big family would need. Now, you’re probably wondering, “Ari, where the fuck are you going with this?”

WELL

Lucy would get a COSTCO card so she could get these rambunctious fuckers what they need. Max would foot the bill, and everyone would be ‘happy’ about it and shut up forever. (FYI, Costco in the 90’s looked more like a Home Depot, which I hate).

Lucy notices, IMMEDIATELY that her new sons have some interesting snack choices to say the least.

David is waaay too into eggs, to the point where she doesn’t know if he’s even eating them, or if he’s just hiding them somewhere. Marko goes through wheels of cheese like they’re apples. Dwayne likes… pickled fish and marshmallows. And Paul… well, she’s concerned for all of them, but she’s most concerned for Paul.

He’s quickly becoming her favorite. He always helps with chores, even if he doesn’t want to. He changes light bulbs for her, even catches and releases the bugs that get in the house for her. Sure, he’s screaming and yelling the whole time it takes him to get the damn bug outside, but it’s the thought that counts. He's a mama’s boy through and through.

Lucy started worrying for him though, the second she noticed he would go through candy so quickly. And not just go through candy, he would go through the damn candy. Paul could eat a whole box of candy, within a few minutes. When she got trick or treat candy for one Halloween, Paul went through several hundreds of dollars’ worth of candy within a few hours. Specifically, she noticed, he would tear through the mini m&m tubes like nobodys business.

Which, if you asked Paul, he’d say it really was, “nobody’s business.”

She would buy the giant COSTCO boxes that had 24 tubes and he would just walk off with the whole box. After he’d done that three or four times, she brought it up to David.

Lucy: I’m worried that Paul is… going to make himself sick.

David: *Leaning against the kitchen counter* We’ve been worrying about that for a lot longer than you have, he’s just like that.

Lucy: No, I mean, he keeps stealing these… little… *gestures with her hands* tubes of candy and I don’t know what he’s doing with them.

David: Oh, *rubs his chin* well that would be concerning… if it wasn’t Paul.

Lucy: Can you just make sure he’s not eating all that candy, can you boys process sugar fine like that?

David: *shrugs*

Michael: *walks into the kitchen, and grabs something from the fridge*

Lucy: OH, oh, Michael, *waving her hands* tell David about the thing.

Michael: *closes the fridge* Oh, no, not this again. *To David* Is she bothering you with this? *To Lucy, pointing with the soda bottle* Are you bothering him with this?

David: *snorts* This is a real hot button issue, eh?

Lucy: I’m worried about him, is no one else worried about him?

Michael: He’s a weird guy, mom. He’s just like that.

Lucy: But-

Michael: Mom if it’s that big of a deal why don’t you ask him about it?

Lucy: I TRY. But every time I try to ask him about it, he bolts. And, *pointing at Michael and David* with all that damn candy, I might add.

David: *laughing* Yeaah, that sounds like Paul.

Michael: Don’t encourage her.

Lucy: *glares at Michael*

David: Listen Ms. E, I wouldn’t worry about it making him sick. But if it means that much to ya, I’ll talk to him about it.

Lucy: Thank you, David, *pats his back*

David: *already halfway out the room* okay byeeeeeeeeee

What lucy didn’t know, was while, yes, Paul was a fiend for sugar, he was hoarding the m&m tubes for a much more nefarious reason.

Paul was like a pack rat. Step one foot into the cave, and you’d think it was just a mangled mess of shit. But, if you looked closely, you’d notice all the little things hidden away.

Paul had been, for the last several months, eating, emptying, and refilling the plastic, airtight containers with grandpa E’s marijuana. He had been sneakily snatching the sticky green buds in the middle of the night and stashing them away for safe smoking.

Albeit, not as sneaky as he thought. Cause, on more than one occasion, grandpa E had been waiting outside in the garden with the spray hose for Paul. Whenever Paul would slosh into the cave the boys knew he got hosed again, and they’d laugh at his ass.

But, Paul, the ever persistent, learned grandpa E’s habits, and how to better sneak the weed away undetected. He’d crawl on his belly across the roof of the house with a bag slung across his shoulder (think army style, when they make them crawl through the mud; that’s Paul). He would peep his little face over the side of the roof and watch for grandpa in the garden. The first few nights, grandpa E stood outside for a few hours with the hose, waiting for the wild blond.

His persistence paid off, after a few days, grandpa E thought it was safe, and Paul snatched up his goodies. Paul thought he was being sneaky by hovering above the ground and not leaving boot prints; but the next morning, when Lucy, Sam, and Michael were having breakfast and they heard a string of old man cuss words, they knew ‘smokey the bandit’ struck again. Lucy didn’t believe for a second that sweet Paul could steal from her dad, so she chalked it up to her dad smoking too much and being old.

The next night when the boys went to visit for ‘pizza night’ grandpa E railed into Paul. He would not stop ranting and raving about how he was, “going to hog tie his ass,” and, “turn him into the ugliest taxidermyed vampire there ever was.” Lucy gave the boys some money and sent them to get the pizza to let her dad cool down, but when grandpa E insisted he didn’t want Paul back in the house until he apologized, she told the boys to just go out for pizza.

Marko: Paul, you asshole, just apologize so we can go back.

Paul: If I apologize, then that proves I did it- which I didn’t.

Dwayne: Dude, we all know it was you.

Paul: Hey, he’s getting old, that’s 100% not my problem.

David: You know, if you strip the stalk, that kinda makes it more obvious, dumbass.

Sam: You shoulda heard him this morning,

Michael: Yea, it was pretty bad. I’ve never heard him blow up like that.

David: Really? What happened

Sam: He went crazy! He wouldn’t stop screaming!

Marko: *giggling*

Sam: It’s not funny dude, okay? He said words I’ve never even heard before!

Dwayne: Like what? ‘Dagnabbit?’

David: *snorts*

Michael: *Pulling Paul’s jacket by the sleeve* You know if he catches you, you’re dead.

Paul: I’m already dead, also, I’m so not scared of your ‘pappy’.

Michael: Hey, it was a fair warning.

After that, grandpa E went through with operation: catch that flying asshole. He brewed pots of coffee to stay up all night and traded in his hose for a shotgun. Grandpa E sat outside with a chair and his shotgun across his lap, just waiting for Paul to show.

Paul, the ever persistent, waited over a week for his prize. Lucy watched from the kitchen window, as her dad sat outside and stared at the night sky. Her, and Sam were beginning to worry about his mental state. He’d been forcing himself to stay away for hours, and whenever he did fall asleep, Paul would chuck pebbles at him to see if he’d gone to bed for good. Grandpa E would immediately wake up, startled, and one time he’d rang a shot off into the night. Lucy scolded him, saying what if he’d hit a bird, or one of the boys. And his response was, “good! Those fuckers need to learn to stop stealing my stuff!”

One night, after almost 10 nights, there was an opening.

Paul laid on his back, staring at the night sky, rolling the little grey pebble around between his fingers. He was getting sick of waiting, and if he wasn’t worried about what Lucy thought of him, he would have just gone and taken the whole damn garden already. He stared up at the stars, watching the clouds roll in.

Clouds.

He listened to the water as it began to fall softly onto the roof. The pitter-patter came slowly, then faster, then it came in a downpour.

Grandpa E: LUCY!

Lucy:

Grandpa E: LUUUCYYYY!

Lucy: What dad?

Grandpa E: Lucy! Bring me the umbrella!

Lucy: No Dad!

Grandpa E: WHAT?! But it’s a downpour!

Lucy: If you want the umbrella, you gotta come get it yourself!

*Lucy had had enough of her dad’s shenanigans and was determined to get him to come inside from the cold. She hoped this rainstorm was the wakeup call he needed. *

Grandpa E:

Grandpa E: SAM! MICHAEL!

Lucy: They’re not here dad!

Grandpa E: LUCY, YOU BRING ME THAT DAMN UMBRELLA BEFORE I CATCH MY DEATH OUT HERE!

She was done entertaining the notion that Paul, her sweet, kind, always there to help anyone, Paul, was stealing from her dad. He would have to come inside one way or another.

Grandpa E grumbled as his button-up shirt started to get soaked.

Paul turned to lay on his belly and watched his nemesis shift around, trying to determine what to do next. “Go inside, you old bastard,” Paul mumbled to himself. The rain was coming down hard now, if it wasn’t for his vampire eyes, he wouldn’t be able to see anything through the rain. Paul could stay out in the cold and wet forever if he needed to, but he knew grandpa E had to go inside, “go in,” Paul insisted.

He watched as grandpa E pulled the shotgun off his lap and scampered inside. He could hear him mumble something about an umbrella as he ran through the screen door into the kitchen.

Now was his chance!

Paul quickly flew down to the garden. He planted both feet firmly on the ground, what did it matter if his boot prints were in the ground, grandpa knew he was there, and also the rain would wash them out. Paul’s boots squished under him in the wet, burbly mud, he squatted down and grabbed the plant from the base of the stalk and ripped it out of the ground. The roots of the plant dripping down with mud and rain. He repeated his process a few more times. “Fucking old bastard,” he grumbled, as he pulled another plant up by the roots, “making me come out here in the - *grunts* FUCKING RAIN.”

He grabbed a few stalks, tucked them under the strap of his bag and flew off into the night.

Grandpa E heard the “woo-hoo” as he was reaching for the screen door. He ran outside, looking for the umbrella was a flop, it took him too long to search in the cramped closet, so he gave up and decided to return to his green patch of goodness. He scampered back to the kitchen and saw a hurried mess of hair shifting around in the garden.

Grandpa E: Look! There he is! *Pointing out the window*

Lucy: *Walking to the window* Dad, I don’t see anything?

Grandpa E: What do you mean?! He’s right there!

Lucy: *straining her eyes* Dad, it’s a downpour, I can’t see anything.

Grandpa E: *running to the screen door* I got your ass now!

But, as we all know, by the time he got out there, it was too late. Grandpa E, stared at the ground in defeat. He watched as the holes where the stalks used to be burbled and filled with mud and water. The boot prints were fading before his eyes. He knew no one would ever believe him now, and he knew Paul knew that too.

If he didn’t hate him so much by this point, he’d might have applauded him. But for now, he just fell to his knees, the mud sloshing under his pajama pants, and he wailed into the night.

Paul laughed the whole way back to the cave.

When he finally landed, he happily stomped down into the cave. He leaves of the stalks rustling, mud dripping off the stalks and the roots.

His boots squelched under his weight and the mud tracked in behind him.

The other boys and Michael watched as the cocky, rain washed out blond walked into the cave.

Marko: No fucking way.

Dwayne: Oh, Paul you didn’t

David: Atta boy!

Michael: Oooooh, I’m not here.

Paul hummed happily to himself; he ignored his brothers’ jeers as he walked to his alcove. He slung the bag off around his head set the stalks down next to his bean bag chair. He sat down on the tattered, ratty thing with an oomph. He looked at the stalks, he’d clean em and prep em for use later. Paul intended to pluck the seeds out and plant them near the cave, entirely done with being ‘smokey the bandit’.

He shifted to one side and reached a hand under the bag. He rifled around under the chair for a second before he produced what he was reaching for, an m&m tube. He patted his jacket for a lighter and popped open the blue plastic container. He wafted the open container under his nose and turned the tube upside down. A joint slid out into his open palm.

Paul plucked the twisted white paper and set it in his mouth. He flicked the lighter on and lit the end. He took a deep inhale and laid back further in his bean bag chair, still ignoring his brothers half-assed remarks.

Victory never tasted so sweet.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #tlb 1987 #tlb paul #tlb david #tlb marko #tlb dwayne #tlb michael #lucy emerson #grandpa emerson #sam emerson #paul the lost boys

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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The Lost Boys Sims - Part 4

The Emerson Family! I love them all!

Tag List: @britany1997 @6lostgirl6 @dwaynesbiboyfriend @american-idiot-jpg @riz-coolgirl

#lavender lady rambles #the lost boys #michael emerson #lucy emerson #sam emerson #grandpa emerson #sims 4

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biblicallyaccurateangelmilkshake · 12 days

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Emerson House - The Lost Boys (1987)

Part 1: Living Room, Kitchen, Dining Room

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whatisgoingonpaul · 2 years

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FANTASTIC

Seeing the movie in theaters was unreal and really enjoyable. You could hear a lot of the boys talking in the background more clearly and the movie was SO CRISP. I think it’s the new 4k footage but it absolutely was to its advantage.

Saw it with friends who are equal enjoyers of the peak bisexual vampire movie. Djsksksmms fun time all around.

Also Tim Cappello in 4k. Greased up saxophone guy 20/10

Everyone laughed in unison like the whole movie. A experience. (Love you grandpa Emerson you’re a real one)

#the lost boys #lost boys 1987 #lost boys #tlb #the lost boys 1987 #grandpa Emerson #tim cappello #theater #movie re release #horror #80s vamps #80s vampire

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fur-claws-and-eyeballs · 6 months

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It's actually kind of mind-blowing to think that Grandpa wasn't always the strange chaotic neutral old codger that we've come to know and love. Suits??? Kicked Lucy out of the house??? Sir!!!

But also, it does keep with the themes of youthful rebelliousness, parental expectations, and friction between generations.

#also I HATE that its spelled synch instead of sync #Atama reads TLB #the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys novelization #image #novel #grandpa emerson #grandpa TLB #Lucy Emerson

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theyreonlynoodlesmike · 2 years

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It's Just a Movie - The Sequel: Part 15 (Poly!Lost Boys x Fem!Reader)

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Warnings: angst, exposition, situations not being handled well, certain truths being shared, dickhead Michael, see this is what happens when people can't communicate effectively, vampires

Word Count: 2.4k

They were slow and clear. He punctuated every syllable so there was no mistake in what he said as his smile slipped from his face. You watched his face harden, watched the way he gripped the table. You didn’t have to have a window into his mind to know that he was thinking about it. He didn’t even seem to notice the gasps from the main room, or the way the Frogs' faces changed.

Paul came closer and placed a hand on Markos shoulder. It was gentle, but even that made him flinch. The tallers voice was quiet, the quietest you’ve heard in awhile, as he said,

“Marko, c’mon-” But, Marko moved. He was pushing his arm away too hard, too quick, for this to be over.

“Oh, oh! And, Paul,” Marko looked to him, then back to the boys. Another smile was on his face, but it was all teeth. “You both killed him- With some help from Nanook." He added the last bit, maybe just so they wouldn't get too proud of themselves. "And, Dwayne,” Marko was moving, stepping back into the living room, and you shadowed him. You watched as he finally got to say what he’d been holding onto since he very first saw the original film. All this anger- It was pouring out at once. He shook a finger at Sam, and a humorless laugh left his lips. “Sam got Dwayne.”

Sam, who had been standing besides his mother, seemed to go blank with surprise the second those words hit him. When you looked at him, you watched the way his mouth fell for a moment. The little shake of his head, the look he cast towards his mother, and then the look he cast Dwayne. He was quick to look away, but you knew the thoughts that must’ve been crossing his mind. Even in the cave, Sam hadn’t wanted to hurt anyone. He was just a scared kid.

Marko was still going behind you, and you felt your eyes close with a sigh when he finished with,

“And, Michael, well,” Marko looked right at the brunette. “I’m sure you can guess.” The words were like a stake through the chest of the entire room. It was like the air had been sucked out, and no one said a word.

When you looked at Marko next, he looked deflated. With his anger gone, a hollow husk was left in its wake. He looked even more tired than before, and, worse, he looked like he'd given up trying to act like he wasn't. He rubbed his forehead, before rubbing both of his hands down his face. You could feel how tired he was, how much he just wanted things to be over. That was all he wanted, at the end of everything. For the nights before this had officially started, the long winter nights that felt like years ago instead of months.

"You can't blame us for things we didn't do." Michael said, and all you did was blink before David was across the room.

He was holding him up, so even Michael's taller form was lifted off the ground. David's face had shifted to sharp edges and deep-set yellow eyes, his fangs bared as the humans around him panicked and gasped. Lucy even let out a small scream.

"Is that really all you have to say, Michael?" He hissed, even as Sam tried to hit at him to let his brother down, as Lucy shouted for someone to do something, as the Frogs rushed towards the noise and commotion, as Michael yelped and tried to fight back.

But none of it mattered. Paul had the Frogs by the back of their shirts before they could get past the living room. Dwayne was pulling Lucy away, almost using his form to shield her. Marko was grabbing Star. It was a single hand on her arm, but you saw, in a flicker of a look between them, that it was all that she needed. And you went for Sam.

You didn't even think as you did it. You didn't know when, but you'd become a cog in their machine. It came to you naturally, like you knew what to do. The second you realized what you were doing, you faltered, but you still said,

"Sam, don't." But, he never listened, did he? It's why you had to hold his shoulder, pull him away from the two.

Just in time to watch a silver blade be pointed at Davids throat.

Everyone froze then, and you watched David's eyes look towards the face of the oldest Emerson. He was standing at about an arms length, a silver dagger ready to pierce David's throat. You could hear the low hiss coming from him just from it being near. A single touch, and it’d light David's skin aflame.

"Put my grandson down." Grandpa said. David stared at the Emerson every second it took to set Michael down on his feet. The look from before, the understanding between them? It was odd the way it was painted on their faces now. Like they knew what would happen if either of them made the next move. The carnage that would ensue. In fact, David had a pretty good mental picture of how it’d go exactly.

Neither of them said anything for a long moment. The humans barely breathed.

"I think you boys better leave." The words weren't a suggestion. David took a step back. It seemed, while both of them knew of the fight ahead of them, neither of them wanted it. Not now, at least. The boys swarmed their leader, and you took a step. Again, it was like it wasn't even a choice. Second nature. The next words pointed at you like the dagger. "Not you. I said my family'd look after you and I meant that." Grandpa's words stopped you in your tracks, and you glanced from him to David. It was starting to get hard now to tell where your thoughts ended and David's began. Hell, was he affecting your actions? Less blue, less red- More purple. You thought. Quickly, you blocked everyone from your head. "But, you boys, you need to sort out what side you're on." Grandpa said finally.

"She's on our side." Dwayne said defensively, and you heard a quick rumble of protests. Mainly from the boy you had held onto a moment ago and his friends. But, Stars voice cut clear through theirs.

"Not yet. She's a half." Star said, and the words were so familiar. No, you're not. You're like Laddie and me. You're not one of them until- But, it wasn't Sam cutting her off then. It was David. He scoffed and turned. You watched as he did, as he started to walk away.

"If you think any of them are above what we are, you're wrong, Star.” His steps echoed through the house, as clear as the sound of his voice. “You heard Marko. This is a room full of killers." You watched him, feeling the pull to follow his steps. To follow all of them towards the door.

You watched him look above you, and you didn't have to look up to see what he was glancing at. You could hear Laddie's heartbeat pattering up above, and you were sure his little face was peeking out over the balcony. You knew what David was going to say a second before he did, but nothing could’ve prepared you for the punch his words had.

"At least, we didn't go after Laddie.”

You couldn’t believe that he’d gone there. The words weren’t just targeted at the boys besides you, but the girl who’d defended you. You felt a cold sort of numbness creep over you as you realized what David was doing. He was always so petty. He had to have the last word, had to be the one that burned the bridge. It wasn’t over until he said it was. Flashes of the movie flickered through your head, and his words rang in your mind. How far are you willing to go, Michael?

You barely heard the gasp from Lucy, barely noticed how the humans shifted uncomfortably around you. All you could hear was Laddies heartbeat picking up speed. You could smell the sweat on his brow. The fear rushing through his veins as he gasped and froze up above.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Edgar said. It seemed while the threat of vampires had silenced Michael, nothing could get the Frog brothers to keep their mouths shut. David smiled for a second, as if something was funny to him. The others were stony and silent behind him, and the way they stared at the humans unnerved you. Davids eyes were trained on Stars. You knew why he was saying this, that this was the thing that truly would get under poor Stars skin. All because, what? She’d pointed out that you were a half? You didn’t realize the loosely-laced threat her words held.

“I believe their words were 'Death to all vampires. Maximum body count'." David said, like she’d need the clarification. This? This was crossing a line. Telling them about the movie was one thing, and even that was bad. But, about Laddie? You thought, to some degree, they knew that this little tidbit from the original script should’ve never been spoken about. When you glanced at Star, she was staring at David. She was silent, unmoving. Almost like stone. But her heartbeat? It was beating so hard in your ears that you couldn’t imagine what it sounded like in hers. Everything, all that she’d built in the past weeks, must’ve been crashing down around her at that moment. Everything she thought she knew about the people she lived with, the people in her life. You didn’t know whether it would be a kindness or make it worse if you told her it was the Frogs. How could you tell her? How could you put something like that on their shoulders?

David finally seemed satisfied. You couldn’t look at any one of the humans besides you when David asked,

"Tell them, y/n. Am I wrong?" You stared at him. You stared at the man you loved for a very long moment. You couldn’t believe what he’d done, you couldn’t believe him. And, the worst thing of all was that he was telling the truth.

"That wasn't necessary, David." Those were the only words you could muster. You knew you’d had eyes on you every second that you’d waited to answer him, eyes that were begging you to say that he was. That he was lying, that he was just being a monster. That’s what he was, wasn’t he? That’s what you felt like he was when you glanced over and caught a glimpse of Star closing her eyes as she turned away. You could hear the shakiness in the breath she let go, and you knew, whatever she’d been holding together, was finally shattering.

"Wasn't it?" David was at the door now. He glanced at you, before his eyes went back to Grandpa behind you. “Don’t worry, we’re going.” It seemed he hadn’t forgotten Grandpa’s threat, even if he hesitated by the door. You knew what he was waiting for. For you to take a step, to come with them. To choose them. But, your eyes were shifting to the boy on the landing above. When you met David’s icy blue eyes again, silently you told him,

Too far, David. You took it too far. And you went to try to start picking up the pieces of what David broke.

***

David sat in Max’s house. The chair he sat in was brand new, so new that David could smell it. It was a squeaky leather, one that was far too soft compared to his chair in the cave. He scratched at the leather of the arm, hoping one day to peel a hole into it.

He told himself again and again that he’d done what was necessary, what was right. But, he didn’t like it. He didn’t like having to break Star or scare Laddie, but, as Paul was ranting about, the Emersons were getting too close to old opinions.

“How could she have not heard it? Star said, ‘Not yet. She’s a half.’ What else could that mean?” He said as he paced around the room, going between a bottle and a joint as he did. David was mostly tuning him out, but he was right. They’d all heard the same thing when Star said those words. When she said that threat.

David was the head, wasn’t he? And what was the only sure-fire known way to cure a half? Killing the head.

If Star was going to start throwing around words like that, they needed to do something. They needed to squash that before it could gain any traction. By herself, Star wasn’t much. But, with the Emersons? They were dead. So, they had to sever the ties between them. And, the boys had been quick to know exactly how to do that. David knew exactly what button to press to make sure Star didn’t end up riling them up.

He was protecting you, his coven, but you hadn't noticed. He’d tried to tell you, but somewhere along that night you’d blocked him out. David hadn’t had time to run this by you. Hell, he shouldn’t have had to. He was only doing what he needed to in order to keep everyone safe. But, you were always so stubborn. You cared about the stupid Emersons. And, he hadn’t hurt anyone- He hadn’t even hurt Michael, even if he’d gotten a pretty good chance. He'd been mad in that moment, maybe let himself slip, but how else was he supposed to react? They'd laid down the big secret, the big reason they were upset, and all they'd gotten was a stupid, You can't blame us for things we didn't do. Like hell they could. And too far? Didn't you think the humans killing them was too far? He was starting to get himself riled up when someone stopped next to him.

“David, you did the right thing.” Marko said, and David finally looked away from the wall. The swirl of thoughts stopped, and he let them wash away. He looked at him, before he let out a breath through his nose. It was far from the worst thing he’d ever done, so why was it sitting with him? David knew why. He knew why this wasn’t sitting right, why this wasn’t something he could just gloss over. He just didn’t need Dwayne to say it.

“Then, why isn’t she here?”

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #the lost boys paul #paul the lost boys #the lost boys marko #the lost boys dwayne #the lost boys david #marko the lost boys #david the lost boys #dwayne the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #michael emerson #sam emerson #lucy emerson #grandpa emerson #laddie #the frog brothers #edgar frog #alan frog

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themarginalthinker · 8 months

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Local Small Business

(Grandpa's taxidermy business isn't usually open past 7 in the evening. Tonight, he gets something of a special order. Minor headcanon note to explain his name - Lucy kept her maiden name when she married, and Sam and Michael have hyphenated last names.)

It was a warm night. Perfect for a cold soda and watching the sun pass away into the sea beyond the bluffs.

Johnathan Emerson hummed to himself in the growing darkness of the evening. In his hands, bundles of herbs being lashed together to hang and dry by clever, weathered fingers. The porch light above him was on, now attracting a fair amount of moths and other little winged creatures, flitting about trying to immolate themselves on the bulb. The woods and fields rang with crickets and summer frogs.

Most wouldn't notice the faint mist that rolled in from out in the darkness.

Most people weren't Johnathan Emerson.

At first, it's just the smallest tendrils, creeping in off the sides of the house. In the change of temperatures from day to night, especially on the coast, it happened. Weather changed fast. But soon, the fog had almost swamped the small dip at the bottom of the hill at the back of the cabin, rising higher. Blanketing the sides of the wraparound veranda.

Grandpa just kept rocking in his chair, hands finishing off one bundle of plants and moving to the next. A special bunch.

He sniffed, sighing, clearing his throat. Working twine to sinch around cut stems, but not so tightly as to break them. He lifts a hand to rub under his nose. There's the taste of iron and salt in the air.

"You know," he says conversationally, "most people knock on the door when they want somethin'. But I don't suppose you're in the habit of bein' polite like that these days."

All at once, the air around him goes still. Like the mist itself had frozen.

Grandpa clicks his tongue. "You've got as long as it takes me to find a lighter and I decide to burn these garlic blossoms, so make a decision."

It's a long moment. The air remains still, the mist not having moved. The woods just beyond the near horse paddock having gone silent. In his pocket, Grandpa's fingers curl around the cold metal of his zippo, pulling it out.

Then, only then, the mist draws back. Pulled, like dust being blown away under an errant breath, a tidal wave pulling back the sea to reveal tantalizing but deadly tidepools. The fog swirls in eddies and...coalesces. Thickening, to form a shadow. Then a shape. Then, like he walked out of nothingness itself, a body.

It was the tall one, Grandpa notes. Gangly limbs, long, wild hair. Hmph. Kids, their fashions, and the beings emulating them.

It smiles at him. The expression doesn't reach the dark, blue eyes.

In it's eyes, however, a question.

Grandpa twists his mouth a little. "Fog doesn't smell like blood."

A single twitch of the brow is all the rapport he gets. He wasn't expecting much, to be fair.

Still, his mouth thins, and he taps the bottom of the lighter in his hand on the armrest of of his rocker.

"I assume this ain't a courtesy call."

The vampire blinks, tilting its head. Most people wouldn't notice it, especially not in the dark, in the wan illumination of a porch light it stayed just outside the real circle of brightness of, and not under such odd circumstances. But. The utter stillness it held itself with. Relaxed to all other eyes...but the trained could see the weight held on toes, the fixed movements of the head and gaze.

They played human well enough when they wanted to. There was not need now.

With measured movements, the vampire reaches into the slightly-battered tuxedo jacket, eyes never leaving Grandpa's.

It produces a dead pigeon.

The little thing hangs in its dichotomously gentle grasp, head swinging between fingers, wings limp. A few white and brown downy feathers drift to the grass. There is a single dot of dried blood speckling the tiny thing's breast.

The vampire holds it up, and purposefully flicks its eyes to the cabin behind the old man.

Grandpa stops tapping his lighter, stops rocking his chair, and for a moment, the two stare at each other.

Then, with a grunt, he stands up.

"I ain't gonna ask why, and I don't suppose you'd tell me if I asked. But I assume you know it costs?"

The vampire nods twice. A jerking motion standing starkly against the stillness of the rest of it.

Grandpa doesn't leave the porch. He just holds out his hand for the bird.

Three days later, a brown and white pigeon mounted on a twig with its wings spread in an eternal flight is left on the back veranda of the little cabin just outside of the town-proper of Santa Carla.

Two days after that, old Johnathan Emerson's beat-to-hell jeep disappears.

A week after that, it reappears with a new engine, a full tank of gas, and a jar of human teeth (some glinting gold and silver) on the passenger seat.

When asked about it, the man simply shrugs and says "you attract odd folk when you're in the business."

Granted, he keeps the jar of teeth.

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #grandpa emerson #drabbles #taxidermy

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Guys, this is not a drill! It finally happened! Grandpa made it first on a list in best horror characters! I’m screaming, I love this man!!! 🥺

Tag: @auntvamp @queer-and-utter-chaos @emeraldfangs @beoneofus @oceansrose2002 @willowbrookesblog @luv4fandoms @6lostgirl6 @britany1997

#the lost boys #the lost boys 1987 #grandpa #grandpa the lost boys #grandpa Emerson #I’m screaming #I adore him

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Bonniebirddoesgifs:

Sam Emerson, Grandpa Emerson & Michael Emerson (TLB) - Credit if using

#sam emerson #the lost boys #tlb #corey haim #bonniebirdgifs #michael emerson #grandpa emerson

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𝕴𝖓 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕯𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝕺𝖋 𝕹𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙.

I haven't written in forever but this has been sitting in my drafts for months, I legit wrote this when I was bored in class.

After some HEAVY editing I think I'm pretty satisfied, but I still might comeback later and edit if I come up with better ideas, so be warned lol.

This is my first time publishing OC content, AND my first time writing PolyCule! (but like it makes sense that it would be TLB bc ur gonna tell me they didn’t all fuck at some point? yeah... sure...) so that's excitingggg.

Also my cat is currently very clingy and determined to sit on my lap/keyboard, so any typos are curtsy of her.

Also its from first person, so like if y'all don’t like that, idk..... tuff?

Pairing: Fem!Oc x PolyCule! The Lost Boys. (Basically all TLB + Michael and Star are dating because I'm gay and I said so.)

Summary: Lorelei Murphy only has two interesting things going on in her life currently, her sapphic friends with benefits situation, and the fact that she’s a practicing witch. Desperate for some excitement in this mundane and redundant summer, her attention is caught by a pretty girl with brown frizzy hair that wanders into her shop one night. Little does she know, what company said girl finds herself in, and the spiderweb of supernatural melodrama soon to consume her.

Warnings: none for this chapter, but def will be some smut and mature themes in future chapters.

Once again, if you see any formatting/grammatical errors, please let me know!

Enjoy <3

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Santa Carla, June, 1988

The summer of 1988, had so far been painfully boring, to say the least.

There was no romance, no scandal, on the shores of the small rundown hell-scape that was Santa Carla, California, the suspicion murder had become a mundane pastime to all those unfortunate enough to inhabit it.

It always seemed that time moved slower here, that while the world around it could mold and shape, rise and fall with each sun and moon; Santa Carla would be doomed, eternal, agonizing, and picturesque. There always was the a-famed ‘murder capital of the world’ reputation, and perhaps that what made the boardwalk so unsettling to the newcomers when the sun went down.

As for the born and raised population, there seemed to be three general types of people. People that loved Santa Carla, people who hated it but for whatever dreary reason couldn’t leave, and people who seemed to do more than the occasional glance at what made up its surface.

People who saw deeper into the undeniable truth as to why Santa Carla was why it was. The third group of people, they didn’t say much, in general, and about the town when asked. Maybe they wanted to pretend whatever they saw never existed, maybe, they were too terrified to admit to themselves it did.

People from all different walks of life shuffled around the sands of Santa Carla, there was really no limitation to who you could be, and what could make you special. It wasn’t unusual for people to change their names once they moved here, it wasn’t like it really mattered anyway.

As soon as you set foot in the under 55,000 populated city, you were practically a different person anyway. It was like there were two versions of you, who you were to Santa Carla, and who you were to the rest of the world.

Personally, I'd always wanted to know what I would’ve been like if I hadn’t been so socially doomed from the start. Not only was I a Santa Carla native, that alone made me crazy enough, but there was also the excess amount of baggage I carried around with me at all times.

I was unable to reminisce on my aforementioned trauma however, as an angry car honking and obnoxious dual male screams sounded from the street outside, bringing me back to the land of the living.

“Shove it poser!”

“Oh, fuck off pansy!”

Ah, home sweet home.

Business had been painfully slow and mundane this evening, the hight of excitement being Bobby Flems trying to nab a chunk of topaz right in front of me. Although, Bobby’s a 13 year old scrawny teenager, and I'm a 19 year old all powerful witch, so you can ball-park how exciting that really was.

It wasn’t unusual to have slow days, there was never anything linear about Santa Carla. Either it was packed up to the walls, or a desolate waste land during night shifts. I suppose it all really depended on what was available, if there was a gig playing I was always able to tell how good the band was depending on how many youths escaped to my selections.

There must’ve been a killer band playing tonight.

And so I was left to my own devices, and found myself spinning a long lock of hair around my pointer as I sat perched on a stool, and drowned myself in the latest copy of Smash Hits.

I was working alone tonight, though I was supposed to have my assistant manager on staff, who managed to be fashionably absent, of course. If I was a responsible business owner, I would’ve been calling her up and screaming through the receiver right now, but clearly I wasn't because I don't think responsible business owners fucked their employees either.

Further more, I don’t think responsible business owners brandish pentacles around their necks, and white platforms on their feet.

I had just lit a stick of lavender sage when the shop door flung open, causing me to place it on an ash tray and put down my magazine in an attempt to look work oriented.

When my eyes registered the small black shape flinging itself at me, I felt all tension in my body dissolve immediately.

Birdy hopped over the counter and threw her leather-clad arms around me at an almost lightning speed, causing me to fall back a step and laugh wildly. Realistically, I should’ve been pissed she was late for the millionth time, but who could be mad at such a cute little gesture?

“All right, all right, ease up, killer.” I giggled as she pressed a searing kiss to my neck, no doubt leaving a red lipstick stain in her wake.

She hummed and pulled back to look at me through crinkled eyes. If there was one way to describe Bernadette Renée Stevenson, it was bad-shit crazy. To others she was the 5′3 punk chick who consistently shop-lifted and raved her anti-patriarchal rhetoric around town, to me, she was just Birdy, my Birdy.

Birdy and I had been friends for what felt like forever, straight out of the sandbox, soulmates till death do us part.

Her dad wasn’t around, her mom lived in the nearest loony bin. She had her older sister to take care of her, but Clarice was usually off bumming weed somewhere, and truthfully finances were always something they struggled with.

I had always known I swung both ways, so did she, I suppose we were just each other’s mutual awakening. We dated once upon a time when we were sixteen, but that didn’t last long.

For a multitude of reasons, but plainly, we were better off as friends. Well, friends who knocked boots everyone once and awhile.

I was eager to give her a job, to be honest, I wouldn’t really trust anyone else around here. I suppose I could always get the Frog brothers to volunteer, not that they had anything better to do. But I think I’d rather not have the urge to strangle children and watch for sticky fingers 24/7.

Birdy rocked back and forth on her heels as she regarded me with a half lidded gaze, she looped a finger around my necklace, and after looking around to make sure the coast was clear, she pulled me into a heated kiss.

For the most part, we could get away with being touchy in public around here, but it was always good to take the extra mile and be careful. Never know which asshole with twisted beliefs could be walking by.

I sighed and closed my eyes as I leaned into her, and shivered as her slim fingers traveled up and down my spine. She always knew how to find my sweet spots.

She pulled back after a minute and pressed her forehead to mine. “Sorry I’m late, ‘Brina.” I huffed out a laugh and rolled my eyes, before pushing her away and picking up my catalogue. “No you’re not.”

Another thing about Birdy, very few people knew about my abilities, that pretty much pertained to her and nobody else. Hence the nickname she called me so affectionately.

She winced and grabbed her chest in show of mock-pain. “Ouch, presh.” I lolled my head to the side and took in her flushed, normally deathly pale cheeks, and her messy bob cut along with her choppy, out of place fringe.

Damn her, always sinking her little claws into me so easily.

“We still on for tonight?” I murmured, that seemed to bring her back into a state of excitement and energy almost immediately.

“Damn straight hun.” She grinned, before bounding off to restock the shelves in the back. I sighed and turned back to my magazine, we closed in about two hours, all that was left now was to sit and wait.

I turned to see that my sage had dimmed since I lit it initially, I narrowed my eyes and mumbled an Archaic Latin phrase beneath my breath. There was a small swell of pride that bloomed in my chest as the embers re-lit and burned brighter.

Ah, magic was something one could never really get bored of.

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It was an hour on the dot later when the old wind chime tied to my shop door chirped, signaling entrance.

When I put out my lavender sage and looked up, I saw her.

I had to stop myself from letting my jaw fall to the floor, had there been such a girl around the board walk before?

You know when you look at someone, and can immediately tell they’re someone special? That was what it felt like to look at her. The notion of uniqueness was hard to come by here, everyone was trying to be someone different. I couldn’t really rationalize what was different about her, she seemed almost other worldly, extra terrestrial.

I don’t think she noticed me at first, if she did, she pretended she didn’t. She stopped in the doorway, looking around for a while at the array of items methodically laid out in front of her, her brown eyes danced around my little shop, and whenever the light from the candles caught them, they looked like golden bells.

She settled her sights on a collection of crystals laid out on an old table under my upraised signed blondie poster, and as I watched her make her way across the room, I couldn’t help but wonder what olympian kingdom she had descended from.

Her hair was brown, a deep brunette color that could have been easily mistaken for black, it was frizzed and teased, it hung off her shoulders angelically, and I desperately wanted to run fingers along its ends. Her skin was caramel-colored and ceased to have a single blemish in sight.

She was wearing a white corset top, and a pink-colored floral skirt, that flowed past her knees and seemed to float as she walked. Everything she did was floaty actually, I don’t think she could have possibly been human.

At that moment, something snapped into place, and I knew I wanted her.

I had never shied away from attraction, I was out there- I lived my life like every day might’ve been the last. I had stopped having regard for sense the day my parents decided I wasn’t worth the trouble.

“Hey, might wanna wipe the drool off your chin, sport.” I felt slim fingers roughly wipe at the side of my mouth and snapped my head over to the side, where I meet the sharp gaze belonging to Birdy.

She eye me evilly when I smacked her hands away, and huffed before stepping behind me, and wrapping her arms around my middle. She laid her head in the crook of my neck, and I fought the urge to shiver as she nestled the bare skin there.

“What? Do you have a little crush on the clientele? Say it ain’t so 'Brina, I thought we had something special!” She then blew on the nape of my neck, which caused me to shiver, I spun around, and circled my arms around her shoulders.

She leaned in as I did so, which caused me to press my nose to her’s and hover my lips over her own. “What is this? Jealous are we?” I hummed, as I leaned in and laid a peck against her mouth.

She smiled widely, and stuck her tongue out at me, before gripping my wrists and removing them from the back of her neck, she pulled me close to her, and I stared into her green eyes, as her deathly pale hand took its time, traveling down my side.

“Oh come on boss- don’t tease, that’s my job.” She purred, she was shorter than me by an inch, yet she always managed to bring me to my knees.

I laughed as I elbowed her off of me. She giggled and launched herself at me almost immediately, we tussled for a while, and just as I had her in a headlock with our backs faced away from the counter, was when I heard a soft “ahem”.

We froze, I released her from my hold before slowly turning around to make eye contact with the girl, the beautiful one whom I’d seem to have somehow forgotten was in my vicinity.

She was holding a few crystals in one hand, and a bundle of shredded sweet grass in the other. She stared at me, her eyes hadn’t even seemed to register Birdy’s presence yet, despite it being very clear.

She seemed to stare right through me, I felt seen in a way that I never had before, and it was both unsettling and thrilling. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had liked what she saw, for whatever reason, I earnestly hoped she did.

I must’ve been stupidly staring at her for a good while before I was elbowed in the side by Birdy. I hissed and glared at her for a moment before I coughed and turned my attention back to the goddess standing in front of me. I damn near floated over to the counter as she silently placed all the items in her hands in front of me to be purchased.

I held eye contact with her, I allowed my eyes to travel to her lips- and back again. I was a bit of a flirt, what could I say? “So,” I thrummed, as I leaned forward, and allowed my hair to fall over my shoulders. “Will that be all?”

She was smiled at me, her teeth were snow-white, I wondered if she could get any more perfect. Apparently, she could, because when she spoke it sounded like summer.

“It should be.” she bit her lip after she said it, and I followed her eyes as they hovered on my lips.

“Sounds good.” I chirped, I averted her eyes and began to ring up each item. I tried not to focus on how close she was to me, or what scent I guessed her perfume was. Perhaps lavender and pink rose. I was nearly finished with the last crystal before she decided to torture me further.

“Actually,” she spoke up, “I think I’d like to add one more item.” I darted my eyes up suddenly, and for some reason, it seemed she was closer than before, her eyes were traveling over every portion of my face.

“Oh yeah,” I said finally, “need me to grab it for you, doll?” She stared at me for a moment longer, she didn’t move, no words were spoken. I pushed a stray strand of hair behind my ear.

She bit her lip, “It’s your name.” I stopped, I stared at her, for a moment and then I huffed out a sharp laugh, she continued. “I’d like to add your name to the purchase.” “Mhm, no biggie.” I mused as I waved my hand in front of my face. She looked at me expectantly “Lorelei, It’s Lorelei.”

She took a second to process the information she had just received, and then she nodded, just nodded. For a split second I thought I saw the iris in her eyes shimmer, I told myself it was just the lighting.

“That’s a really pretty name,” She finalized, I nodded, “Thank you, sweetness.” I finished ringing up the last of her things, and as I went to put them in a bag, I turned and made eye contact with Birdy, she had been standing there the entire time.

There were no other customers to entertain her as I shamelessly flirted with a client right before her eyes. I expected her to have a teasing look on her face, but she didn’t. In fact, she looked kinda pissed. I furrowed my eyebrows at her expression, before turning back to the woman in front of me. “Your totals gonna rack up to $6.25” then I paused, and smiled to myself.

“And I’m afraid I’ll have to add your name as tax.” I claimed, as I put both hands out to my side, and waved them almost to say ‘don’t shoot’. She raised her eyebrows, and her smile only widened. She laughed, again, I was glad, I wanted to hear it.

“Fair enough, I’m Star.” Almost periodically after she said so, the golden bracelet on her left wrist seemed to shine. Her name couldn’t have been more fitting, I liked it, a lot. “Wow, that beats Lorelei any day,” I said, she smiled at me, she did that a lot. “I don’t think so, but hey to each their own.” I went to respond, but before I could I felt arms wrap around my middle, again.

“Lorelei is a pretty name, isn’t it? One of the things I love most about her.” Birdy had placed her head on my shoulder again, and I had frozen when she did so.

Star turned her attention to my friend, and I could’ve sworn I saw her perfect mouth twitch at the position we were both in. My face must’ve been bright red as I turned my head to look at Birdy. She was grinning, but it wasn’t of any humor, it was mean, almost daring and ruthless.

“It almost beats her hair, isn’t it beautiful? One of the most vibrant natural reds I’ve ever seen.” She said melodically, as she took a strand of my hair, and twirled it around her pointer finger. My hair was long enough for her to do so, it reached my waist, and I almost thought to myself I ought to get it cut soon before I snapped myself back into reality.

I gripped her thigh with my hand that was hidden out of sight by the counter, and I squeezed, hard. She had little reaction though, as she pinched my ass in rebuttal.

I jumped, causing Star’s eyes to snap back to me for a second, she looked confused at my sudden outburst, she looked between me and Birdy for a moment, and then It seemed to hit her, her expression was one of realization.

For a split second, I could’ve sworn she looked flustered, and then outright annoyed. But that was all gone in a moment, she smiled. It wasn’t the same shimmering smile from before, it seemed forced, perhaps that was my imagination.

She grabbed the bag from the counter, pulled a ten out of her pocket, and smoothly slid it over to me. She looked at birdy, and raked her eyes up and down her, nearly sizing her up. “Yes, it is.” she turned her attention back to me, and nodded, “You can keep the change.”

Star proceeded to walk away, and just as she reached the doorway, she stopped, and over her shoulder left me with these parting words. “Have a nice night, Lorelei.” the wind chime bid farewell as the door was opened and closed.

Just as soon as she had come, Star had disappeared into the night.

And I swear, the faint echo of motorcycle revving and juvenile laughter sounded when she emerged from the store.

I watched her go, and I yearned for her to turn back.

I stood still for about thirty seconds before I roughly spun around, and slammed both my hands against Birdy’s shoulders, pushing her back. “What the hell was that?!” I yelled, my arms stuck out on either side of me.

She looked up at me and rolled her eyes. She laughed, and it only served to piss me off further. “Oh come on, don’t get all pissed, Princess. We had plans for a date tonight if you don’t recall, so ‘scuse me for not wanting to share.”

She brushed her onyx tinted hair out of her face and stared at me, she was smirking, she always did that, only usually I found it endearing.

Right now, I wanted to wipe it off.

Something that always royally pissed me off about Birdy, this whole unspoken agreement she forced me into that she had some sort of claim over me.

She could flirt with whoever she’d want, and I couldn’t get mad because we “weren’t official”, but the second someone would take notice of me, she��d throw a bitch fit.

I narrowed my eyes at her, my top lip began to pull up as I did so. “You don’t own me, Birdy, stop acting like you do.” her confident demeanor fell, and she looked taken aback by that statement.

She huffed, and stumbled over a few stuttered sentence beginnings, looking around for some form of invisible encouragement. Then like the flick of a light switch, she inhaled harshly and stormed to the front of the store and grabbed her coat off the rack.

“Fine- go hook up with some random hippie chick who’s probably just-” she turned around and made sarcastically mean air quotes at me “‘looking to experiment’- hell get HPV because who knows where that summer love street trash has been! See if I care!”

Her rant turned into a scream as she finished it, and before I could even refute her, she opened and slammed the door, and she left. Hopping on her motorcycle that was parked out front, speeding off without a trace, and taking her endearingly short fuse with her.

I sighed, I placed my elbows on the counter and leaned into my palms. This had happened before, it wasn’t unusual for the littlest spark to set her off into a burning rage.

It always ended the same, she’d get her two cents in, leave before I could respond, and then be back in a day or two kissing my ass like no tomorrow. Now, it was just a matter of time before she came bounding back in promising me words of apologies, rinse and repeat, and there was the type of relationship I and Birdy Stevenson shared.

I didn’t want to leave, it wasn’t like she was holding me hostage, it was just that she was the closest friend I had in this god-forsaken town, and I wasn’t prepared to give that up over a few petty fights and (admittedly very) pretty girls.

I groaned as I remembered the pizza I ordered for our movie date would probably be arriving soon, and I’d have no one to share it with.

An hour later finished up my night with John Carpenter’s Halloween and a large subpar pepperoni pizza, all the while thinking back on that girl I’d seen earlier, Star.

I hummed as I slumped in my old battered couch, sounds of blood shed and screams from the TV echoing in my tiny apartment.

Perhaps this summer wouldn’t be so boring after all.

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