Cry Little Sister {Lost Boys Fanfic}

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The beach concert at the board walk was soon gonna start, so I put a purple, pink, blue, green colorful retro hippy hippe disco fancy, tight dress with a matching bandana tied around my head and lavender, platform, boot hills. I added turquoise circle glasses and pink, hooped, star earrings as accessories. I did my hair long and curly with volume, pin up, on the top and a pink clip to finish off.

Everyone was out already, so I didn't feel the need to hurry out so my crazy brothers wouldn't go mad.

When I went out, I seen many people out, talking, shopping, dancing and so. It seemed that concert had a lot of people out for the night, which meant it was gonna be a very crowded night.

When I got to the concert by the boardwalk. There the performer was shirtless, hyped up, buff, sweaty, and was already playing the saxophone and singing. I did, like everyone else, danced to the music. Moving my hips, shaking my body and singing along. When I had looked down. I seen my brother, Michael, just bopping his head to the beat, with his friends that were all rocking mullets. One of the guys were a Platinum blonde, with a beginners beard that was rocking a long, black trench coat. The other guy was had ironed curled, baby blonde hair, wearing a pirate looking jacket that had a big gold chain on it. The other guy, who wasn't rocking a mullet, but instead long, almost wavy, jet black hair, wearing Leopard painted leather jacket, he was native American. A girl, laughing with my brother, had natural  thick, puffy, volume, curly hair with tan skin and was wearing a white ting top, a big purple belt, with a long gypsy skirt and black cowgirl boots. Ha, Gypsy. And the last guy was a natural, curly, golden blonde, that was wearing a jacket with many patches on it. He caught my eye. He noticed my stare as he turned around and looked up at me. He was 8-10 rows down from me. Our stare was only for a quite few seconds before I looked back up at the performer.

Although our stare didn't last long, it felt like forever. He looked at me like a piece of meat, like he was craving me in some sort. While my stare was more hesitant, almost scared but desperate. Even though I looked away, he didn't. He was still admiring me and I couldn't help but to be distracted a little by him. He was intimidating and he knew it but instead of getting anxious, I just danced even more. Swinging my hips, side to side, throwing my head back and forth to let my hair flow in the wind. I put arms up and here and there, let my fingers run through my hair and sometimes hands travel down my body, feeling my curves. I made sure my face didn't look intimidated but confident and sexy. I could tell this satisfied him and when I finally looked at him. He was smirking, running his tongue along his teeth.

"Thank you, thank you! We're gonna take a short break, okay! Love you guys, WOOHOO!" The performers went back stage.

I looked back at the curly blonde and confidently smiled before running my fingers in my hair, once again, and walk up the stairs, leaving the crowd that was clapping at the performance. I knew he was following me and for some what reason. I liked it. I allowed it. I walked to the comic store that my other older brother, Sam, was usually in. It wasn't far so I didn't mind going to find some records from my favorite celebrity crush, John Taylor. I knew Sam and his other geeky friends, The Frog brothers, weren't gonna be there also as they went to the concert too.

When I got there, I spotted The Frog's parents, like always, sleeping. So I just helped myself and went to the record section.

"Hello there, cutie." I heard a Male, valley accent.

I turned around to see him. It was him. The guy from the boardwalk. He was so much more intimidating when closer. Luckily, I kept my composure, sexy and confident.

"Hello, stranger," I grinned, moving over to give him space. "I saw you at the concert with my brother and the rest of his gang."

"Brother? You talking about Michael?" He leaned on the records, crossing his arms.

"Yeah, I mean- that's the only reason I was staring." I purposely bent over to pick up a fallen record.

"The only reason?" He shuffled closer to me.

I slowly got back up and smiled. He was no stupid. Not one pit. It felt like his eyes were analyzing me, so easily. But before I could say another word, my brother, Sam, and his friends walked in.

"Hey Gypsy," he nodded, suspicious as to the guy I was talking to. "Who-"

He turned around to see Sam and said: "Oh hey Sam, I was just meeting your sister. She's real cool."

"Marko! I mean," Sam cleared his throat and deepened his voice. "Marko, sup dude."

"Why you guys here? You're not following me, are ya?" I crossed my arms and raised a brow.

"No- no, it was a short break so we decided to come back to see how the store is running." He also crossed his arms, being more suspicious.

"Why are talking to Michael's friends?" Edgar asked, eyeing this Marko. "I thought Michael's friends were off limits for Gypsy-"

"Shhhhhhhhhh!" Sam and Alan shushed Edgar.

"So you and Michael have been making rules for me, huh," I eyed down Sam. "You don't own me, damnit! Com'n Marko, let's go somewhere else." I took Makro's hand and walked out the comic store with him. "Can't believe those assholes!"