Here you are! Hope you like it!! I tried really hard, and I know its really long.
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OC: Belle
Character(s): Edgar n David
Female
Descript: Greaser w/purple hair, blue jeans, leather jacket.
Scenario: Fights with David, but Edgar saves her. They share a kiss at the end.
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Max's Video Store
"Pass me that cassette, would you?" Max says to his daughter, Belle.
You hand him a Tim Capello cassette tape and start humming I Still Believe.
Four guys in leather jackets walk into the store, and you stare at the leader. Max tries to pull you away, but instead you smooth down your cuffed jeans, about to tell them to get out.
One of the boys with long, curly, blond hair gives you a devilish smirk, and annoyingly dings the bell. Max glares at them, but they don't stop their annoying antic.
"Would you boys quit it? I'm trying to work." Paul looks up at the Greaser.
"Make me." Paul taunts.
"Try me, Dickhead."
"Get out, now!" Max yells at them as they saunter out of the store. Paul looks back with a smirk on his face.
"Good riddance. Belle, take a break, and get something to eat. Stay out of trouble."
"Can't promise anything, Dad."
Belle, being the Greaser that she is, decides to cause a little trouble on the boardwalk.
Before she can do any real damage, someone spins her around. Of course, Lincoln, the Surf Nazi gang leader. Three of his 'friends' disperse from the shadows, and surround her. "Alright, bitch. Get your scrawny, little ass off my boardwalk."
"No."
"That's my last straw. No one tells me 'no' and gets away with it." Lincoln grabs Belle by the back of her neck, and drags her out near the shore.
A pair of glowing, yellow eyes stare at her from the tree where she's tied. "Let me go. I've done nothing to you."
"Your kind has almost gotten us killed more than once. Now it's your turn to experience death." Lincoln pulls Belle up by her hair, and pulls her jeans down, attempting to rape her.
"Let the poor girl go." A voice says.
"Who's there?" Lincoln shows no sign of fear.
"I said, let. Her. Go."
"Show yourself."
Lincoln steps back as the yellow-eyed Lost Boy jumps out of the tree, landing behind Lincoln himself.
"Scared?" Platinum asks Lincoln.
"Never." Lincoln retorts.
Platinum flashes his fangs at the intruding Surf Nazi, and Lincoln backs away, leaving me tied up. Platinum unties me, and tugs my jeans back up.
"What's your name, little one?"
"Belle."
"Might wanna keep out of trouble, eh?"
"I can take care of myself."
"Sure, you can."
Platinum staggers backwards as some water hits his skin causing it to boil upon contact.
A guy with chestnut, brown hair and a bandana steps down from the boardwalk, and onto the beach, eyeing his rival.
"Come with me, Belle. You don't want to be around his kind." Bandana drags me away towards his store.
"Dude, let go. You're ruining my jacket."
"Oh shit, you're a Greaser. Holy crap! I'm so sorry."
"Its fine."
"Can I try something?"
"Like what?"
"This," Edgar cups her cheek, and presses his lips to hers. "I've always liked you. But do try to stay away from David and his gang."
"I'll try."

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