LOST BOY ✧ the lost boys fanfiction; [on hold]

ONE;

"Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die."

'I can't believe it!'

Lucy Emerson, my dear mother, is driving our car, strangely comfortable with herself after a bad divorce and a bit of a free spirit, something that maybe Michael, one of my brothers, could be but not me.

'What happened?' Asks my mother looking at me in the rear mirror. 'Sam is torturing you again?'

'Just because I'm younger than you it doesn't mean it has to be my fault everytime Miss-Who-Cares? has a problem!'

Sam Emerson, my little brother, one of those victims of too many afternoons spent in shopping malls watching Bratpack movies, sits next to my mother observing the foreign coastline.

Michael Emerson, my older brother, slumps in the back seat right next to me. He's clearly not enjoying the ride but neither am I to be honest! However, Michael is a loner, more independent than Sam and I! Between me and Michael there is the only pure creature in our family, our Malamute dog, Nanook!

'Sadie gave me another book about vampires!' I mumble bored, finally observing the coastline for the first time.

'Sadie!' Exclaims Sam smiling. 'I like that girl!'

'Sam, you like every girl who's nice to you.' Says Michael.

'That's not true!'

'Oh, stop it you two!' Says my mother smiling. 'Tess, you should be thankful to have a friend as nice as Sadie!'

'Nice.' I repeat shaking my head and closing my eyes. 'I hate that word!'

'Why?' Asks my mother. 'Being nice is...'

'Nice?' Answers Sam playing with Nanook.

'Being nice is like being neutral.' I explain caressing Nanook. 'You're not good. You're not bad.' I sigh. 'You're just nice.'

There is silence in our car. I guess I made them think about it for one minute! Only Sam dared to speak smiling a little.

'Mom, tell me that we are close!'

'We're getting close...'

Suddenly I feel a terrible smell. Who died?
As Sam could read my thoughts he begins to talk to our mother.

'What's that smell?' He says making a face.

My mother fills her lungs and answers the question. 'Ocean's air!'

Sam, however, isn't satisfied with the answer. 'Smells like someone died.'

While Sam and mom keep talking, Michael touch softly my right arm telling me to look at something.

There's a "WELCOME TO SANTA CARLA" billboard.

However, behind the billboard there is another writing.
'MURDER CAPITAL OF THE WORLD'

Well, I must admit that's something new!
Me and Michael look at each other and make a strange face and then look in front of us.
I just hear the last words that my mother is telling us.

'...but I think you're really going to like living in Santa Carla.'

Nobody answers. Michael is probably confused by the sign and Sam is probably bored by the whole situation.

The divorce wasn't good neither bad. The divorce was nice. And Santa Carla seemed as a nice place to live. And if somebody asks us how we are feeling right now, we would answer with a fake smile and shrugging: 'Well, this whole situation is... nice?'

My thoughts are interrupted by that billboard.
Santa Carla, our new home, will be a place we will soon find ourselves struggling desperately to survive. I simply know it.

And while my eyes are slowly closing, those words keep repeating in my mind.
'Sleep all day. Party all night. Never grow old. Never die.'

It must be fun to be a vampire.