Disclaimer: I do not own The Lost Boys. If I did none of the boys would have died. I only own Bridgette and anything that didn't happen in the movie.

Hey First The Lost Boys story I've written, Title isn't that original but i tried. I'm also writing another called Amethyst I'll be posting soon. I have 7 chapters of this done, but I have the movie so I should type up the rest with in this week or the next. Sorry if the chapters are a little short, i'll try to make them longer.

Enjoy!

I stood in my drive way and looked at my old house. We were moving that day, to Santa Cruz in California. Dad's job got him transferred from our hometown in Florida.

"Bridgette! Can you come help me with these boxes?" I sighed and turned away before walking over to my mom who was struggling with a bunch of boxes stacked on each other. I took off the top three boxes. "Oh thanks honey." She flashed me a smile before walking past me to the van. I let out another sigh and followed behind her. "Look I know you're against moving but it's for your father's job. Plus this house is so old I think it may fall apart. We had it built four years before you were born." She said putting the boxes down in the back of the van.

"21 years isn't that long." I said putting the boxes down on top of the ones she put down.

"For that house it is." She said looking back at the house. It was a simple two story green house with a garage on the side. The floor boards creaked and some of the doors didn't shut right anymore. Wallpaper was peeling, the rugs were all worn. Even though it was an old house it was still my home.

"It's not so bad moving." I rolled my eyes at my mother who was driving the van down the highway. I sunk back into the back seat and turned my head to look out the window.

"Come on sweetie, it's not that bad." My dad said looking back at me.

"Moving away from all my friends, my life? Nah, that's not a big deal." I said putting on my headphones and crossing my arms. I closed my eyes as I let "Lost in the Shadows" drowned out the world.

About two days and three hours later, I had fallen asleep around six, I opened my eyes. The night sky greeted me as I looked out the window. The only light was from the full moon and the highway street lamps. I looked forward to see my dad was driving and my mom was asleep in the passenger's seat. I closed my eyes, just as my mind was about to drift off back to sleep I heard a loud horn from a six-wheeler. I snapped my head up to see my dad's head slumped and a bright light heading straight for us.

"Dad!"

The first thing to come back was my hearing. The steady beeping of a heart monitor faded in. I breathed in the familiar sanitary scent of a hospital and opened my eyes. I squinted in the bright light of the hospital room, turning my head to look around.

"You're awake." I looked over to see a doctor holding a clipboard looking surprised. "To tell you the truth I didn't think you were ever going to wake up.

"Was I in a coma? What year is it?" I asked sitting up some.

"Don't worry, you weren't in a coma. It's still 1987."

1987? Should I really be the one in the hospital bed? Wait... Why am I in a hospital?

"What happened?" The doctor suddenly looked uncomfortable.

"You were in a car crash. A truck hit the car dead on. I'm sorry to tell you this but... Your parents are dead." I stared at him. "I'm not even sure how you survived." He added.

They couldn't be dead. I'm in 1987. They couldn't have died. Maybe we all died and this is my version of heaven…or hell. This isn't happening.

"Now I understand it may be a lot to take in. But you're still going to be sent to live with your Grandpa and your aunt."

"I don't have either." I said giving him a weird look. The doctor returned my look.

"Of course you do. Your aunt and her sons are coming in a few days. You and your parents were also on your way there."

"My parents and I were moving from Florida to Santa Cruz."

"Your Grandfather lives in Santa Carla."

"I don't have a Grandpa!"

Wait…

"Did you say Santa Carla?" I asked. The doctor narrowed his eyes.

"Yes, your grandfather lives in Santa Carla." He looked at me as if studying me.

But Santa Carla doesn't exist. Only in The Lost Boys movie. .I couldn't have.. could I?

"Does your head feel alright? There's no external damage but there may have been internal damage. Do you remember what month it is?"

"February."

"When is your birthday?" I sighed, he was checking to see if I had amnesia or something.

"August 16."

"What year?" I opened my mouth to say 1995 when I remembered he said it was 1987. I was never good at math so I couldn't calculate to 1970 fast enough. The doctor assumed I didn't know and frowned.

"Do you remember your name?"

"Of course I do it's Bridgette."

"Bridgette, what?"

"Williams." I said getting annoyed.

"What was your mother's name?"

"Mary and my fathers is Richard. If you're trying to see if I have amnesia I don't."

"Bridgette, it's July. Your last name is O'Connor, your mother's name was Ella and your father's name was James. You're not from Florida you're from Maine. Bridgette you do have some form of amnesia." I stared at him. How could everything I know to be true about my family be wrong? I was sent back in time to 1987, possibly into The Lost Boys movie universe to Santa Carla and my whole life story is wrong. "Now it's probably only temporary. Your memory should come back with the help of your family. Your grandfather is already here to pick you up."

The doctor left me to get dressed. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. I looked the same. Same long blond hair, light blue eyes, same big bust and hips. I frowned.

"Least you could've done was knock off a few pounds." I mumbled. Not sure who I was talking to then. I wasn't fat but I wasn't skinny as a twig. I looked down at what I was wearing. I was surprised I had the same clothes, although it's not like my shirt had a symbol or logo from 2013 on it and I was wearing simple black jeans. I walked back into the room and grabbed my black sneakers. After pulling them on I left the room and a nurse showed me outside where my 'grandpa' was waiting. As soon as we stepped outside I heard a loud horn with a weird tune. My eyes widened as I saw the grandpa from The Lost Boys waving me over.

"There he is; he already signed you out." The nurse said before walking back inside. I walked over to the car. There was already one of my luggage bags in the back; it looked a little torn up but still usable.

"You're my grandpa?"

"Don't look too surprised. They told me you have amnesia, it'll come to you." I got in the car and we drove to his house.

When we got there I stared in awe. I was actually here. The house looked just as it did in the movie. We went inside and I put my suit case down.

"You're room is upstairs, pick whichever one you want. When Lucy and the boys get here the boys will share a room."

"The boys?"

"Sam and Michael. You'll remember them when you see 'em."

Oh I know them already.

I took my luggage upstairs and walked into one of the bedrooms. It didn't look too familiar so it must have been Michael's. I'd rather have Sam's room so I went out into the hall and found his room. I glanced at a clock on the wall, it wasn't that late but it was getting dark out. I trotted down the stairs.

"Grandpa?"

"What?" He called from his Taxidermy room.

"Is it alright if I go down to the board walk?"

"You planning on walking?"

"Don't you have a car? I'll be real careful with it."

"Rather have you walk, it's not that far."

Not that far? Has he looked outside?

I sighed. He was probably told that I should be watched or something.

"Fine, I'll walk." I said to myself before walking out the door.

Alright, no Lost Boys yet sorry. How was that? Anything I should change? I'm open to constructive criticism. Please do not flame.

Next chapter out.. in half a week but if I get a review I'll post sooner. You don't HAVE to review but it would be nice.