Skaters | The Lost Boys

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     The Lost Boys followed the sound of rollerblades on the boardwalk listing to the laughter and hollering of the three girls. It was well past 11:00 pm but the late hour didn't stop hundreds of people from crowding the boardwalk. Passing the rides and screaming teens the Lost Boys watched closely as the three girls went into a Chinese restaurant.

"Good choice, I thought we would be eating shit-ass food like pizza or something" Paul's wide grin was plastered on his face. They stood agents on the railing of the boardwalk watching the girls order their food and spying on their conversation.

"Hellooo, Earth to Grace Vanderhill?" The girl with long brown hair waved her hand in front of the girl now known as Grace. David's lips cracked a small smile at the name.

"Hmm? What, I was thinking." Grace removed her hand from her chin and lay back with her feet stretched on the other side of the booth.

"Rocky said you two found something while we were at the comic shop?" The brown-haired girl took a sip of her drink. The Lost Boys came to a silent conclusion that the red-haired girl was Rocky. "Oh shit. Ya, we did find something."

"Rocky, What kind of name is that?" Marko questioned aloud. The boy sat in silence as the girls pulled out the comics they still one by one and laid them on the table. "It's a street name" David replied with a cigarette in hand, he was on his third one that night.

He was fully interested in the stupid little nicknames they had for one another and he wanted to know why they have them. He wanted to make it a game. "Boys, let's play a game." The boys had a grin on their faces. Even though they had lived with each other for over a century they still loved the games David would throw at them.

The two youngest boys were far too excited their hands were visibly shaking and Marko chewed on his thumbnail. Paul on the other hand was bouncing like a little boy.

It was hard to tell what was going on with the abundance of people walking around and the extreme chatter of the many people that walked between the three girls and The Lost Boys so they could only see bits and pieces of what was going on.

Apparently, they were all gawking at a rear comic, Batman 14. Duane found the girls' innocent and rebellious sides adorable. David saw this as an opportunity to get new toys.

The waiter returned. "Are y'all ready to order? Grace spoke for the table. "We'll have three boxes of rice and one large order of orange chicken please." Lori scribbled the order down and returned to the kitchen.

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     Twirling a lighter in his hand David desperately wanted to talk to the girls and know the reason behind their strange nicknames, however, he controlled himself waiting for the right moment, an opening for a grand entrance. It had been about ten minutes of conversations that the lost boys had eavesdropped on being for he decided to make a move.

"Let's introduce ourselves, boys." David needed to know then it was eating him alive.

David lead the line followed by Dwayne, Paul, then Marko. They all followed their leader one by one into the restaurant with a loud slam of the door opening.

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The giggling of Grace and her friends  was cut off by the restaurant's front door slamming open. Four boys walked in, they all looked like part of a gang.

They all had leather on and a matching earring on their left ears, definitely a gang. Grace rolled her eyes and leaned in close to her friends. "Don't stare they just want attention." She whispered.

The four boys roamed the restaurant a little. Two of the boys made rude and unsettling faces at other people eating. Victoria giggled at this and caused both of the blonds to look in her direction, she quickly avoided eye contact.

One had long raggedy, untamed hair with white dirty skinny jeans. The other was shorter, had shoulder-curly hair, and a jacket filled with an abundance of patches.

The boy's attention was grabbed by a whistle and a snap, "Paul, Marko come sit." Tori and Bell followed the voice to a man with a platinum blonde mullet.

He had on a leather jacket with a black trench coat on over it, god how was he not sweating his balls off? Grace lightly slapped her hand on the table "Don't stare we don't need to grab their attention!"

Tori, still watching them replied, "To late already made eye contact with the younger ones." The four boys sat in a booth along the back wall so Tori and Bell had a full view of all four of them, and oh were they something to look at.

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