Two weeks ago, I began posting a fanfic-ish episode I wrote for The Lost Boys as a show. I am a total fangirl for this movie, and I plotted out an entire first season 12-13 years ago. So, I pulled up what I’d written, and am putting it here on Substack!
I published Act I here:
And Act II here:
now Act III!
ACT III
EXT. HIGH SCHOOL - MORNING
Lucy pulls up to the school and Sam and Michael get out of the car. Teenagers are everywhere, some being dropped off, some walking in, some in groups.
LUCY
Have a great day at school, boys!
SAM
Mom, please, go,
LUCY
Right, right, can’t be seen with mom. I’ll see you guys tonight when I get off work. Call me if your grandpa forgets to pick you up.
MICHAEL
Don’t worry about us. Good luck with the job.
A car honks its horn behind Lucy.
LUCY
Okay, I’m going!
Lucy pulls away. Sam turns to the school. It looms large and intimidating over him. Michael pulls him up the steps.
MICHAEL
You’ll be fine, Sammy. Everyone’s nervous on their first day of high school.
SAM
I’m not nervous.
MICHAEL
You look like you’re gonna hurl.
SAM
I ate bad eggs.
MICHAEL
You had cereal.
They enter the school. Kids move around the crowded halls like haphazard ants. Two boys toss a football to each other. Sam gets hit in the had with it.
SAM
Hey!
Michael picks up the football and tosses it back effortlessly. He points just down the hall.
MICHAEL
Your homeroom is over there. I’m up on the third floor. You gonna be okay?
SAM
I’m 13, not a baby.
MICHAEL
But you’re closer to being a baby than you are to being a man.
SAM
So are you.
MICHAEL
Alright, I’ll meet you at the front after school.
SAM
Okay. Bye.
Michael leaves him, disappearing into the throng of kids. Sam gulps and goes into a classroom. The kids are chatting, relaxed, but they all take notice of the new kid in town, which makes Sam more self conscious. He goes to take a seat in the back of the class and sees the Frog Brothers next to each other. Relief comes over Sam’s face to see some familiar faces as he sits besides them.
SAM
Hey guys.
They look at him blankly.
SAM
Oh, uh, I talked to you yesterday?
Nothing.
SAM
At the vintage store?
EDGAR
We know who you are.
SAM
Oh. Okay.
Edgar and Alan stare at the front of the classroom as the bell rings. The other students take their seats. Sam stares at the Frog Brothers like they're freaks.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - CAFETERIA LATER
Michael’s paying for his lunch and takes his tray of food into the open cafeteria. On the other side of the room, he notices Star, and she looks like a ray of light in a sea of darkness to him. She doesn’t notice him though; she’s sitting with Marco, eating a burger while he has a lively conversation with a group of boys around them.
Since he’s preoccupied with Star. Michael isn’t watching where he’s walking, and he walks into JACOB, 16, one of those semi-cool nerds with style. Some of Michael’s food drops to the ground.
JACOB
Hey, watch it!
MICHAEL
Crap, sorry.
Michael picks up the food and puts it back on his tray. Jacob gives him a lopsided look.
JACOB
I wouldn’t eat that if I were you. They only wash the floors here about once a year.
Jacob takes the food and tosses it, and it lands right in the garbage can. A couple kids clap.
MICHAEL
You play basketball?
JACOB
I’ve got a bad ankle. All I can do is shoot.
MICHAEL
Too bad.
JACOB
You’re Michael, right?
MICHAEL
How’d you know?
JACOB
We don’t get many new people here. I’m Jacob. Here, you can sit with me.
Jacob leads him to a table and the two sit, and Jacob gives Michael some of his food.
JACOB
So, how are you enjoying your stay in Santa Carla?
MICHAEL
It’s only been about 24 hours, but it’s okay.
JACOB
It takes about 36 hours before it all goes to hell.
MICHAEL
Noted.
Michael notices the calculus book on the table.
MICHAEL
You’re a senior?
JACOB
Uh, junior. I’m taking some advanced classes.
Jacob puts the book in his backpack.
MICHAEL
I suck at math.
JACOB
I’m a math brain.
MICHAEL
Then we need to be best friends.
JACOB
If you stop running into me, okay.
MICHAEL
Sorry, I was just, uh, distracted?
JACOB
By?
Michael glances back at Star. Jacob sees.
JACOB
Ah, of course, Star Koi. Many great men before you have been distracted by her charms too.
MICHAEL
You know her?
JACOB
Everyone knows everyone in these kinds of towns.
MICHAEL
Right. So does she have a boyfriend?
JACOB
You have no chance.
MICHAEL
So she is with David.
JACOB
You met David? And survived?
MICHAEL
I saw her last night at the concert, we talked a little, and then we ran into this guy. He said his name was David, and he seemed a little boyfriend-y, but I wasn’t sure.
JACOB
He’s technically not her boyfriend, but, it’s sort of complicated.
MICHAEL
What do you mean?
JACOB
It’s one of those situations where he wants her but she doesn’t want him, but he’s scary enough to keep any other guys from being with her.
MICHAEL
Oh. He did seem weird.
JACOB
Serial killer creepy? That’s David.
MICHAEL
What’s his deal?
JACOB
He dropped out 2 years ago, been arrested a few times, vandalism and petty theft and minor stuff like that. He and his gang go by the Lost Boys.
MICHAEL
He’s in a gang?
JACOB
Not like a real one, they’re more like a group of misfits who cause occasional trouble. There’s Dwayne, Paul, and the guy with Star over there, Marco.
MICHAEL
Yeah, I saw him last night.
JACOB
He’s a senior, Star’s a junior. He kinda keeps tabs on her for David.
MICHAEL
And what about Star? How did she get involved with them?
JACOB
She’s a runaway. They all are. Lost Boys, get it? They all squat in this old house by the beach.
MICHAEL
Do you know why she ran away?
JACOB
(smirks, chuckles)
You’ve got it bad already, huh? I heard it was because her mom remarried and she didn’t get along with her stepfather.
MICHAEL
I don’t have it that bad. And that sucks,
JACOB
Yeah, amazingly my parents are still together. You’rs aren’t right?
MICHAEL
Too much gossip in this town, huh? It was a messy divorce.
JACOB
Well you’re more normal than me.
MICHAEL
In a lot of ways, apparently, Mr. Calculus.
JACOB
Just for that, if you ever have me do your math homework, I’m putting all wrong answers.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - GYMNASIUM LATER
Sam almost stands off to the side, watching the other kids grab balls for dodgeball. The Frog Brothers come out and Edgar knocks into Sam.
EDGAR
You.
SAM
You know, I never got your names.
Edgar and Alan exchange a glance and a grunt.
ALAN
He’s Edgar. I’m Alan.
SAM
And I guess you’re related?
EDGAR
Twins.
ALAN
Fraternal.
SAM
Obviously. I’m Sam.
EDGAR
Why’d you move here to Santa Carla, Sam?
SAM
We moved in with my grandpa. We kinda need money.
ALAN
Don’t we all?
The three of them grabs balls and take a side.
EDGAR
This place isn’t for everyone, you know.
SAM
What does that mean?
ALAN
Only the toughest survive.
SAM
Survive what?
EDGAR
This is Hell on Earth, Sam.
SAM
Santa Carla?
ALAN
Beware the creatures that come out at night.
SAM
Oh-okay.
The P.E. teacher blows his whistle. Edgar and Alan SLAM their balls across to the other side, breaking two kid’s noses. Sam looks freaked.
INT. HIGH SCHOOL - CHEMISTRY CLASS LATER
Michael walks into class, the teacher and students already inside. The only empty seat is beside Star. His eyes light up at seeing her. She sits doodling mindlessly and doesn’t notice him. He sits and takes out his book.
MICHAEL
Um, hey.
Star looks over and smiles.
STAR
Michael, hi.
MICHAEL
Guess we’re partners.
STAR
I can live with that.
MICHAEL
So, uh, I saw you at lunch.
STAR
Really? Why didn’t you say hi?
MICHAEL
Oh, um, you seemed busy.
STAR
Busy? That’s just Marco, he’s a ham in desperate need of attention.
MICHAEL
Well, I’ll make sure to talk to you the next time I see you.
STAR
Good. So are you enjoying your first day?
MICHAEL
It’s been great, really great.
Michael stares at her dumbly.
STAR
What?
MICHAEL
Sorry, you’re just really bea-
STAR
Don’t finish that. I’m not up for feeling embarrassed.
MICHAEL
Oh. How about I ask you out?
STAR
Excuse me?
MICHAEL
You know, on a date.
STAR
You wanna take me on a date?
MICHAEL
Of course.
STAR
That’s . . . nice.
MICHAEL
Are you gonna say no?
STAR
I wanna say yes.
MICHAEL
Is this because of David?
STAR
Um, a little.
MICHAEL
I can handle myself.
STAR
You can’t handle him.
MICHAEL
Maybe you should stop spending time with him.
STAR
I would if I could.
MICHAEL
What’s the deal? I know you’re not dating.
STAR
How do you know that?
MICHAEL
I heard things.
STAR
You asked about me.
MICHAEL
I plead the fifth?
STAR
It’s complicated.
MICHAEL
Meaning?
STAR
Meaning, it’s complicated. With David, there’s just, there’s ties there. I’m kind of, kind of bound.
Star struggles to speak, but is saved by the teacher walking in front of the class.
TEACHER
Alright, everyone, in your seats now. Welcome to chemistry, the class where you get to blow things up.
Some of the kids hoot, clap.
TEACHER
But not today.
Groans
TEACHER
I know, we’ve gotta get through some boring stuff first before the fun. Open your textbooks to page 32 please. Today it’s all about the wonderful world of SI measurements.
The kids do and the teacher starts writing on the whiteboard. Michael whispers to Star.
MICHAEL
What does bound mean?
STAR
I told you, it’s complicated.
MICHAEL
I’m okay with complicated.
Star smiles sweetly, her hand grazing his.
STAR
It’s better for you if you don’t get involved. Trust me.
MICHAEL
It’s my choice.
STAR
No, I’m deciding for both of us.
MICHAEL
I’m not giving up.
TEACHER
Excuse me, would you two like to teach the class?
The other kids snicker.
STAR
Sorry Mr. Kinley.
TEACHER
Just whisper better, Star, and I’m guessing you’re Michael?
MICHAEL
Yeah, sorry.
TEACHER
Keep the flirting in the hallways, Michael. Wouldn’t want your hormones setting the Bunsen burners on fire. Alright, everyone, what are the SI unit of measurements?
END ACT III