Cry Little Sister

Chapter 1

I swayed my hips to Guns N' Roses "Welcome to The Jungle" as I unpacked the last remaining box of furniture for my new bedroom. I was glad to be leaving my old hometown of Augusta,Georgia. I was the odd one who didn't really dig the popular things of my area and did my own thing. So once I entered my senior year, I begged my parents to let me move to Santa Carla with my older sister, Maria, who promised me that I could move in with her after I finished school. So literally hours after I graduated, I flew directly here.

"Nice dance moves Axl." I hear Maria tease behind me.

She was leaning on my door frame with a smirk plastered on her face. I turned around and flipped her off, jokingly.

"Any reason why you're spying on me?" I asked sticking up my poster of Judd Nelson on my wall.

"Yeah, wanna go to the boardwalk? I have to work tonight, but I can give you a ride." She takes a seat on my bed and looks around the room at all of my posters.

"Sure. Just let me shower and change first."

"What trying to impress someone tonight?" She teased.

"Yep, caught me." I say sarcastically pushing her out of my room, causing her to laugh.

After a quick shower I put on a  crop top, denim shorts, and a red, black and white flannel shirt along with my white Dr. Marten boots and black ray bans.

"Ready?" I asked her when I came out of my room.

"Bout time." She sighed before we walked out of her apartment and made our way to her car.

Our ride was relatively short and when we got to the Boardwalk around sunset, the place was already crowded.

"Hey Dylan, I'm going to head on to work. Meet me at Max's Video Store around 11 okay?" She quickly says before going in another direction.

Shrugging, I pull a cigarette from my pocket and light it, making my way over to the railing and leaning on it as I watched the people around me. It was interesting seeing people that dressed somewhat like me, compared to my hometown where most girls were into dressing like Pat Benatar or Molly Ringwald. Of course being the "weird one", I dressed more like I belonged in a band.

Taking a drag, I didn't notice that I had company beside me until he said "Hey, I'm Marko".

I jumped slightly before checking him out. He was a pretty cute guy with a mischievious smirk, a long golden mane, crop top, a really awesome colorful jacket and a beauty of a bike behind him.

"Dylan." I said nonchalantly, trying to be cool but gave him a small smile nonetheless.

"So Dylan, what brings you Santa Carla?" Marko asks, shifting to where he was facing me.

"I've always lived here." I lie with a smirk, but instead of being embarrassed, he smirks.

"You're lying."

"How would you know? There are thousands of people in Santa Carla. You couldn't possibly know everyone." I countered, facing him and crossing his arms.

"Because I'd remember a face as pretty as yours." He replies giving me a charming smile and causing me to laugh.

"Tell me Marko, how many girls does that work on?" I ask and he playfully glares.

"Actually----" He starts but is interrupted by the sound of loud engines.

Three guys on motorcycles surrounded us.

"And who's this?" A guy with spiky platinum blonde hair asks, not even bothering to hide the fact that he was undressing me with his eyes.

"Dylan. And I'd appreciate it if you didn't eye fuck me." I said, causing the rest of the guys to laugh.