As you can see the title of this was inspired by Jason Derulo's song What If. So, this was a request I received I'm now doing—Finally, am I right? Oh, and Sam is a little older in this—like seventeen, but doesn't look much different, because he's cute in Lost Boys.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost Boys in any way at all. Not the characters, plot, ideas…etc.

If you are the one, then us meeting here is fate

Future with a dog named Ben, buy a house with a fireplace

This is the first I've seen your face but there's a chance we are soul mates

I know this might sound crazy, you don't know my name

~What If: Jason Derulo

The midnight air of July caressed Dwayne's skin as he flew across half of Santa Carla in search of a meal. He hadn't fed in almost a week, and his control was wearing thin. It was weird how whenever he needed to feed, there were no stupid teenagers on the beach at night to tempt him. He couldn't have found someone easy at the boardwalk. No, David would never allow that just when he needed it most. He was straining his eyes for anything he could sink his teeth into all night, until—from high above in the clouds—he spotted down below a dying man. His mouth watered at the thought and without thinking he went for it.

He could feel his canines extending and stood completely on the ground, in front of a twenty-something surfer with light hair. He was bleeding out everywhere in the sand, and at first it looked like maybe he was attacked by a shark. But as he looked there was no trail of blood from the water to where he was lying down. There was bite marks on his arms and Dwayne looked around, unsure if this man was already claimed by another vampire. The last thing he wanted to do was provoke another of his kind.

Though, he saw nobody, so without thinking he bent down and sunk his teeth into his prey. It was weird feeding off of someone he hadn't wounded; there was barely any blood left in him and he felt like a vulture, not the king of the jungle that he was meant to be. He was too thirsty, though, to care he might have been stealing someone's meal, and felt that the man was enough to hold him until the next night.

That was when there was a big breeze sweeping across the beach, and Dwayne got a good whiff of an "unclassified" scent. It didn't belong to another vampire, and it was too different to be of a human, he thought. Oh god…He was going to check it out, like the curious man he was. He was on alert, just in case, and the scent led him a quarter of a mile farther along the shore.

It wasn't really a smell, more of a…fragrance? He couldn't describe it, and soon he could see a fire in the sand, but no crazy people dancing around it this time. He found a wide enough tree and hid behind it, watching the scene in front of him with interest. It was so strange he had no idea what he was looking at, at first. Whoa…

There was a person—but not really a person—hovering over a dead body. There was a sucking and slurping sound and Dwayne could definitely see that it wasn't human. It crouched on the ground, with slightly tanned skin and—odd enough—pointed ears. There was a two foot long tail twitching happily as he fed off of the dead man. Dwayne's breathing caught in his throat and he took a step back, kicking sand backwards in the process. It wasn't loud, rather quiet, but in a fraction of a second he had caught the things attention. With the fire next to it he could see that it wasn't an "it" but a he. A rather attractive he at that. He was a person; at least he looked rather human without the pointed ears and tail.

Dwayne froze, staring at him. He wasn't sure if he could see him standing there in the shadow of the tree, but the feline-like man hissed and sprinted away faster than Dwayne could say "Whoa". He stumbled backwards again, completely shocked at what he had just seen. David's not gonna believe this…

But Dwayne never told them about it; he just acted like everything was normal. Of course they suspected something was up. Dwayne couldn't get him out of his mind, and he had to bloke off his thoughts so the boys didn't find out. The next night when they went to the boardwalk he was happy to go; he could finally get a whole meal. Marko and Paul were in front of him, arms around each other, laughing and joking at anything and anyone. He looked around at the crowd, looking for a possible meal. Not finding anyone that sparked his interest he looked the other way. Just as he was about to give up on that area his gaze locked on someone that probably blended in with everyone else, but stuck out like a sore thumb to him.

Someone that looked so familiar to Dwayne, and he stopped walking with the others, just staring. With the light brown eyes and blonde hair, he wouldn't have recognized him. It was when his mystery person walked passed him, locked eyes, and quickly walked away did he think to follow. Said person kept looking back suspiciously as his pace picked up. Dwayne tried to make it seem like he wasn't following him and they were just going to the same place, but it probably didn't look like that no matter how much he tried.

The perused person rounded a corner, and when Dwayne turned it no one was there. Confused, he stood in place where he had just seen the mystery person. "Dwayne," Paul said, waving a hand in front of his face. "What are you doing over here?"

"What are you looking at?" Marko asked curiously, gazing around for what was so interesting.

"Nothing," Dwayne said simply. He walked back to where they were headed before. Marko looked down the street one more time before following.

"You're hallucinating, bud. Don't worry, I do it all the time," Paul assured, resting an arm around Dwayne's shoulders.

"Yeah," Dwayne said dully, still trying to figure out if he'd actually seen someone or not, and why that person had disappeared way too suddenly to be human. But he wasn't a vampire, Dwayne at least knew that. He didn't see the unknown man again for a few days. When he did it was a Saturday, which meant more people on the boardwalk. There was no moon out that night, and it was far windier. Dwayne had accepted that maybe what he saw wasn't real, so he wasn't expecting to see the "man" ever again. The exact same person caught his eye, the person that reminded him of someone he couldn't put his finger on and was able to blend in with the humans, something Dwayne had never been able to really do.

He drifted off again after his mystery person, and this time he didn't run; instead, he continued walking like there wasn't a vampire right behind him. Dwayne walked right up next to him. "Windy night, isn't it?" Yeah, nice conversation starter, Dwayne. Oh, let's talk about the weather, shall we?

"Very," the other replied, still walking, but slower.

"I'm sorry I never got to introduce myself; I'm Dwayne." The mystery person smiled a little.

"Why were you following me, Dwayne?" he asked, a playful smile apparent on his face.

"Just now, or a few days ago?" Dwayne kept walking to keep up with the other, not wanting to lose his opportunity to talk to him. "Because I can think of a bunch of reasons, if you're willing to sit here the whole night while I explain."

He laughed. "I have all night." Dwayne grinned and chuckled, surprised by this man's surprising arrogance. But when he took in this person's appearance, he looked to be a few years younger than Dwayne. So, that meant late teens or around there.

"What's your name?"

"I don't see why that's a reason you're following me. Because you wanna know my name?"

"I haven't seen you here since Wednesday," Dwayne observed.

"So? I don't come here every day," he drawled.

"I do, though sometimes not by choice." Dwayne saw him smile a little again. "You just—look familiar."

"So do you, but I actually know I've seen you before other than here. You look the same."

"What?" Dwayne down at him, confused, and he was looked at square in the face, still walking slowly. Such a familiar face…

"Don't you recognize me? Or am I that much different now?" Dwayne squinted his eyes and stared into round, green ones. His eyes widened when he remembered.

"You were the one who—" He stopped. Suddenly they stopped walking.

"What?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at Dwayne.

"Nothing," Dwayne said quickly. "I—you look different."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," Dwayne said, still trying to piece things together. "Not in a bad way or anything," he added hastily.

"Why are you talking to me, anyway?" Dwayne wasn't sure how he was supposed to answer that and thought for a second. "Not in a bad way or anything," he added, teasing Dwayne's last sentence. They started walking again, and Dwayne noticed they had just left the boardwalk, and were by the beach. "You're not going to tell anyone are you?"

"Of course not," Dwayne assured, answering without thinking. But after he did think about it, he didn't intend on telling anyone. "I'm not exactly sure what I'm not supposed to tell, though."

"None of it," the shorter man replied. "And I won't tell anyone about you."

"Sounds good." The other nodded in agreement, and Dwayne stared at him for a minute, transfixed. He wasn't looking directly at him, but he thought his not-so-mysterious person had a nice smile. His features were more baby-like—the shape of his face—and his green eyes were probably the greenest Dwayne's ever saw. "God, I wish I could buy you a drink or something—" Dwayne paused in hesitation when the other man turned to look at him. "—but I don't think you'd want that." Dwayne's dead heart skipped a beat—in relief—when he laughed heartedly.

"I would like that…but I don't drink," he said with a sorry look on his slender face. Dwayne nodded in understanding.

"Neither do I," he lied, and the other laughed at him, probably knowing very well he drank nearly every day. They talked all night, chatting about where Dwayne lived and sorts. It was odd to him that the other man wasn't giving away any information about himself. It made Dwayne wonder why he was.

"The sun's going to be up soon; shouldn't you be leaving?"

"I suppose I should," Dwayne said. "Will I see you here tomorrow?"

"You might," he said teasing-like. Dwayne said his farewells and started walking away, but stopped after a few feet and turned around. He shouted out, "What's your name?"

"Sam," he answered, smiling, and Dwayne smiled, too.

Sam…he repeated to himself. Dwayne wasn't sure about him, but he definitely wanted to see Sam really soon.

The next night Sam wasn't at the boardwalk—to Dwayne's disappointment—but he was the following day. He was leaning up against a brick wall of Max's video store, looking down at his feet. Dwayne ditched his "brothers" to go up to him. Sam felt so childish when he was around him; it was so painfully obvious Dwayne liked him, and this time things were different. Sam had had many potential "suitors" or "mates" come up to him and meet him in different places, trying to woo him. But Dwayne…

Sam didn't know how to finish that sentence, though. He wasn't able to, anyway, because Dwayne was standing next to him. "Long time no see," Sam joked, because it had only been at least a day. Every time they found each other in the same place they just talked for hours. It was amazing how much Dwayne had going on to fill the silences when Sam didn't want to say anything too personal. It was unnerving and annoyed Sam that Dwayne made no move to do anything in a romantic way. Was Sam misreading his when he thought Dwayne was trying to court him?

But after a few weeks Sam dismissed the idea of Dwayne as his mate. Dwayne tried to pry information out of him all the time. "Where do you live?" he would ask, and Sam wouldn't tell him. "So what exactly are you?" Still he wouldn't answer. He wondered if he could ever consider Sam a friend if he was practically a stranger.

Dwayne passed it off as a precaution Sam was taking, not something personal. He didn't press for anything, and just gave away some of his personal information to hopefully in turn get some of his. It didn't work-Dwayne didn't care. At least he's still talking to me.

It was too weird thinking about it all. Dwayne had met him by accident—well, seen him by accident—and that night on the boardwalk he had seen him again and ran after him. You are so stupid, Dwayne. What'd you get yourself into?

He didn't think about the consequences if something unexpected were to happen.

Phew, I'm FINALLY done with the first chapter. I've been working on this for a whole month now, and I think the chapter's long enough to call it done. Hopefully the next one will be on its way soon. Reviews are very welcome:)