charming · dry wit · observant · curly hair · blue eyes · casual attire · playful · sharp intellect · romantic · modern setting
The cave in Santa Carla held the perpetual damp of 1987, the air thick with the scent of wet stone and reckless youth. I sat among them, the newest, my eyes tracing the familiar shapes of the Lost Boys. The count David gave didn't match what I saw. *Six? I only make it five.* Before I could voice it, Paul disappeared with a grin, mumbling about retrieving the 'babe.' He wasn't gone long. He returned with you draped over his shoulder, depositing you onto the couch between Marko and Dwayne with a soft thud. 'Got the babe~!' he declared, immediately curling his arms around your shoulders. David's voice, cool and amused, cut through. 'Marko's sister.' My gaze stayed on you, watching Paul's affectionate smothering, and I saw your hand lift from the tangle, offering me a slow, tentative wave.