Love Bites (Edgar Frog Love Story)

Santa Carla: Murder Capital of the world...

"Next!" Sam and Michael said simultaneously as we drove down the road, my mom sighing as she flipped the radio station once more. "Can't you boys decide on anything you want to listen to?" She asked, me running my fingers through my long dark hair as Michael spoke. "Maybe we would if you stopped putting on ancient songs-"

"They're not ancient! They're from my era-"
"So ancient then?" I asked, Michael and Sam laughing as our mother rolled her eyes. "They were good back in my day."
"Mom this is the 80's." I said, her chuckling slightly before gasping, making us all frown at her. "Look! We're almost there!" She exclaimed, pointing to a large sign which said 'Santa Carla' a picture of a beach painted behind it, the old paint peeling off of the chipped boards and onto the cracked pavement below. "What's the smell?" Sam asked, wrinkling his nose in disgust as my mother paused. "Erm...that's the ocean air."
"Smells like someone died..." I said, Michael tapping my shoulder. "What?" I asked, him pointing out the window at the back of the sign. It read: 'Murder capital of the world'. I frowned, me and Michael sharing a confused look as we continued back down the twisting road.

It had never been my choice to move to Santa Carla. We were forced to move when our parents divorced after one whole year of arguments and fights which left me, my twin brother Sam and older brother Michael stuck in the middle of an on going war. Our mom wanted to move back to Santa Carla to live with our grandpa, and not given much choice we were dragged along with her. Suppose this was a chance to start a new life...although Santa Carla's first impressions weren't giving me much hope...

After another 20 minutes of driving we finally came to the old cabin, me getting out the car and frowning at the old man who was lying face down on the floor. "Erm...mom?" I asked, my mother frowning before walking past us, Michael and Sam standing beside me. "He looks dead..." Michael said, my mother chuckling before shaking her head. "No he's just a deep sleeper." She said, me frowning. "Are you sure?"

"Scarlett!" She exclaimed, me sighing as I folded my arms across my chest. "What?! I'm just checking!" I exclaimed, Michael beginning to laugh as Sam frowned. "If he's dead, can we move back to Phoenix?" He asked, her glaring at him as I giggled, the old man suddenly lifting his head, raising an eyebrow at us. "Playing dead." He said, me frowning as my mother laughed. "Oh dad!" She exclaimed, hugging him as we shared a confused look, her letting him go and looking at us. "Get your stuff!" She exclaimed, us heading back to the car and grabbing boxes, carrying them into the old cabin-like house. "What's wrong with this picture?" Sam whispered, me looking around for a moment before looking back at him. "You got enough time for me to tell you?"

"There's no TV! And do you know what that means?!" He exclaimed, Michael walking past us, shaking his head as I raised an eyebrow. "No MTV-"
"Which means no jerking material for you. It's okay Sammy, I'll buy you a playboy comic-"

"Knock it off!" He exclaimed, Michael laughing as I placed a box down, brushing a strand of curly hair out of my face. "Scarlett Annalise Emerson stop tormenting your twin."

"I'm not tormenting him Mickey. He's just being childish-"

"No I'm not!" He whined, me rolling my eyes as Michael chuckled. I turned on my heel and walked back outside, grabbing more boxes before walking back into the house, only to be met with a screaming Sam, being chased by Michael, me rolling my eyes as our mother walked past. "Boys! No running in the house!"

"Yeah boys!" I exclaimed jumping onto Michael's back as he laughed, holding me up as Sam opened a sliding door to reveal a large room, filled with taxidermy animals, our smiles slowly disappearing as we looked around the crimson room. "Talk about Texas chainsaw massacre." Michael whispered, me giggling slightly just as a voice rung out, making us turn to see Grandpa frowning at us. "Rules! We need some rules around here..." he said, me slowly slipping off Michaels back and onto the floor, him walking past us and towards the other room. "Now, when the post boy comes with the TV guide, sometimes the tickets might be slightly curled up like that." He said, me frowning as he showed us. "Now I know that you're going to want to rip it off. Don't! You'll only end up ripping the cover and I don't like that. And another thing...stay out of here." He said, me frowning as Sam's eyes lit up. "Wait! You have a TV guide!? That means you've got a TV!?"

"No. I just like the read the TV guide. Read the TV guide, don't need a TV." He said, shutting the sliding doors once again, the three of us looking at each other with confused expressions. "Well...welcome to Santa Carla." I said sarcastically, Michael chuckling slightly before walking off, me heading upstairs to unpack my things in my new room...

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We ducked and dived through the crowds, the music echoing through the night air as we made our way further and further towards the front of the crowd. "Want to see?" Michael asked, me nodding as he gently ducked down, letting me sit on his shoulders as he lifted me up; my view of the performance finally becoming clear. Michael had always looked after me, with me being the only girl between the three of us he had become extremely protective over me, especially as our parents got a divorce. Since I was technically the baby of the family, with Sam being a whole 5 minutes older than me, the both of them had always been protective, however Michael slightly more so. I bopped my head to the music, smiling as the crowd cheered at the performers on stage. I felt Michael gently tap my knees, me steadying myself as he placed me back down onto the floor, his gaze concentrated somewhere behind us. I frowned, following his gaze to see a girl stood there, staring back, an eyebrow raised as she bit her bottom lip gently. "Stop creeping." Sam said, pulling Michael's face back towards the performance, but Michael ignored him, me sighing as she headed off through the crowd, Michael grabbing me and Sam before quickly following.

"Michael stop pulling!" I exclaimed, him dragging me and Sam behind him as he chased the girl, me and Sam finally wrenching free. "Look, stalking the poor girl isn't going to help your situation-"

"Look, haven't you got sometimes better to do than to follow me?" He asked, me sighing, my eye getting caught on a nearby stall, my eyes gently scanning all the necklaces gracing the table. "Hey Sam, look at these-" I turned to see no one behind me, the large crowd making it difficult to see anyone familiar. "Oh for gods sake..." I hissed, heading through the crowd, my dark eyes scanning the surrounding area before landing on a comic shop nearby. If Sam was going to be anywhere; he'd be in there.

I pushed my way through the crowd, finally getting to the front of the store before walking in, scoping the aisle's as I walked, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sam. The entire time I walked down the aisles I could feel eyes burning into my back, me frowning for a moment before turning to see a boy, about my age, staring at me with a blank expression. I frowned, looking further down the aisle to see another boy staring at me too. I sighed, running my fingers through my curled hair as I walked down the aisle, still seeing no sign of Sam. "Looking for something?" Someone asked, me whipping around to see the two boys who were just staring at me, their eyes scanning me as I composed myself. They were clearly brothers, one with jet black hair, the other with light brown hair and a red bandana tied around his forehead.

"Erm...have you seen a boy around here? Dark blonde hair, long coat...looks like he's jumped right out of the male Vogue?" I asked, the boy with the bandana raising an eyebrow. "Mr Phoenix?" He asked, me frowning as I looked at him. "...Well we come from Phoenix so I suppose so." I said, the other brother frowning as he spoke. "We?"

"Yeah, he's my brother." I said, the brothers looking at each other for a moment before looking back at me. "Funny...you don't look related-"
"Well we're twins so I'm pretty sure we are related." I said, the boy with the bandana raising an eyebrow, his eyes scanning me from head to toe. "You don't seem like you'd be his twin." He said, his brother folding his arms across his chest as I sighed, running my fingers through my curled hair. "Well we are. More to the point who are you?" I asked, the boy with the black hair speaking. "I'm Alan Frog, this is my brother Edgar. And your name?"
"Scarlett." I said, them looking at each other for a moment before nodding, the boy with the black hair grabbing a comic from the side and pressing it into my palm. "Here. take this." He said, me frowning down at the 'Vampires everywhere' comic. "No thanks. I'm not really into comics-"

"You'll like this one. It might save your life." The boy with the bandana said, me scoffing as  placed the comic back down. "Sure it will." I said sarcastically just as a voice echoed through the store. "Scarlett!" I turned, the brothers looking behind me to see Sam stood at the entrance, Michael gazing off into the distance. "Come on! Mom said we couldn't be late!" He called, me nodding before looking back at the Frog brothers. I mumbled a quick goodbye before darting back outside, me and my brothers heading off into the night air...