HI EVERYONE! THIS IS THE VERY FIRST CHAPTER TO MY VERY FIRST FANFICTION. I HOPE YOU ENJOY IT 3
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN THE LOST BOYS... I WISH... BUT ALAS NO. I DO HOWEVER OWN VARIOUS OCS IN THIS STORY. IN THIS CHAPTER KENNEDY, KEI AND AARON ARE ALL MINE. 3 THANKS FOR READING!
It was haunting her. Even in her dreams she couldn't escape it. She could remember that night like it was yesterday. It seemed to surreal… but yet so vivid and horrifying.
Her body felt small compared to his muscular build. Her back was pressed up against his flat hard stomach, his hands had wrapped around her waist as he leaned down for another kiss. He pulled on her body trying to close the already nonexistent gap between them. Their bodies meshed together, and the kiss was Deep but with a common Passion. She took a quick breathe and glanced at his features. He looked hungry, desiring everything she refused to give him. His rough lips tasted different tonight… but she ignored it.
She was wildly curly blonde hair tumbled down past her chest. It was naturally large and his hand got lost in it so easily. Her body was soft, toned from all the work she did to keep herself in shape but her skinny figure was squishy; giving her body irresistible curves even though she was wearing his shirt. It was too large for her and flowed gracefully to where she had cut it off just above her belly button displaying her most recent asset; A Belly Button ring. Her parents had let her get one for her seventeenth birthday, and the small blood red gem stone dangled there shining just enough to catch one's eye. However it wasn't any of these things that were killing him on the inside, no. It was her eyes. They were Emerald green and vibrant even now after night fall. They always had a mysterious excitement in them.
When she pulled away he groaned slightly and she turned around. She blushed, her tan skin turning a deep scarlet right around her cheekbones where a crazy array of freckles lined her face. She hated them but he couldn't stop staring. She pushed against his chest breaking his hold on her. She jogged down the beach toward the bonfire her brother making kissy faces at her as she entered the circle. She punched him playfully and looked around at all of her friends, well mostly her brother's but she counted them as her own at this point.
Her brother looked like the male version of her. Except his hair was a tad darker then her platinum sandy colored strands, but it waved and curled with a mind of its owned giving him that approachable feel. Their skin tone was the same; they would have been fair if it hadn't been for the Hawaii sun beating down on them day in and day out. The only real contrast was his eyes. Like hers they always were alert and happy and mysterious, but they weren't green, no, his were a greenish blue. They almost looked like they were fighting with one another of which color they really were. No one could deny he was attractive. His body was perfectly sculpted. He was a surfer and did Motocross, just like most of the people here. It was the night after Hawaii's state competition… he had won it all. Aaron Evans was going to the continental U.S. for Nationals. He was filled with promise and was High off of life. At just 18 he had his whole life ahead of him. A full ride to any college of his choice, being a state champion did that for him. Their relationship was great. They were each other's best friends; they always had and always would be. They could tell each other anything. Like how Aaron didn't like her new boyfriend.
The tanned, black haired native boy came up behind her and wrapped his Arm around her waist again. She laughed. Kei Kekoa. His entire Family was native and they were set in their old ways, except for him. He was into everything new and exciting. This girl was one of those things… she was his trophy. She knew that and she didn't care. She liked the way being with the cool guy felt. Why not indulge herself a little? "Live life to its fullest." her mother always had said to her. The two had been dating for about two months and she had made it clear where she drew the line, she would give herself to him, but only when the time was right. She didn't feel that it was just yet. Kei did Motor-Cross too. He came in third that day… which he hadn't been happy about. He was 18 just like Aaron and the two were known Enemies. The only person who hadn't known was her.
He picked her up, she squealed her legs flailing the bonfire laughed as she squirmed and giggled. She was the youngest person there. She was like the little sister to all these big biker nerds. She laughed and pushed him away again.
He grabbed her a little harder this time, and looked down at her. His Brown/Black eyes were glassy… he had been drinking. How had she not noticed that before… She had been too distracted.
"Kennedy… come with me." His voice was raspy and it sounded dry. He looked hungry… lust. She pulled away and walked over to her brother not saying a word. It was time to go home.
The two boys glared at one another realizing the situation.
"I'm taking her home." Aaron spat at Kei taking Kennedy by the wrist, and started pulling her away. She waved and a few random girls ran up to hug her as she was towed away towards his bike. She shrugged and jogged up next to him, but that wasn't the last of Kei. No… his anger boiled over, the alcohol took control. He tackled the two to the ground and pulled at Kennedy. She bit her lip; wincing.
Whack.
Aaron's fist collided with Kei's face. Blood trickled from his lip. He in turn went to throw his own punch but stumbled. He growled pissed at himself.
"RACE!" He blurted. "Race me for who gets to drive her home." He started getting up wiping the little trail of blood.
She looked at him in shock you've got to be kidding was all she could think. She turned to her brother looking pleadingly at him, but eyes reflected the fire only 20 feet away. They narrowed and he turned around walked 10 feet away and clutched the handles of his Motor-Bike.
"Bring it." She spat.
Before she knew it they were both on their bikes revving their engines. All their friends were cheering and laughing. Kennedy just stood there and clutched her hand to her heart. It was pounding… at this rate she was going to be in big trouble.
"GO!" she heard one of the more naked girls cheer as she flailed around her shirt as a flag.
Their engines soared and they took off, Kei was shaky but actually doing good for a Drunk driver, Aaron being completely sober however was racing over the sand like it was nothing. He slowed to give the native a chance. They were speeding… the sand was slippery… and what happened next took everyone by surprise. Just as they hit what was probably about 50 miles per hour Kei stuck his foot out, kicking Aaron bike. The Jolted and skidding until it flipped over. Aaron's helmet less head was unprotected, and he landed right on it. A scream erupted from Kei as foot, and ankle shattered.
Her eyes had grown wide as their friends took in what happened she bolted as fast her legs could carry her. She screamed "SOMEONE CALL 911! Please!" Tears streamed down her face as he she slid on her knees right next to her brothers bike. She pushed as hard as she could removing the bike from on top of her brother. She wailed as she saw him… Blood Spread all over the sand. His next had snapped… his skull was cracked, and arm was not supposed to bend that way. She spun around and threw up.
"NO!" she cried up to the stars. 'You can't take him from me' she thought silently. She clutched her chest again. It was too much for her weak heart to handle. Her knees buckled and just as everyone else reached the scene she collapsed to the ground and the darkness consumed her.
She had awoken in the hospital, two days later. Her dad sat on the edge of her bed crying hysterically. She looked at him in confusion.
"Dad?" She murmured. He wouldn't look at her. "Dad? What's wrong?" she questioned.
He turned on her in fury and even looking at her pitiful form in the hospital bed he slapped her. Tears formed in her eyes as she stormed off still hysterical screaming behind him at her. "DEAD. ALL of them DEAD!"
A nurse walked in shortly after, and explained everything. Her brother was unmistakably dead… and her mother… her mother had committed suicide out of the grief. She was sure she had lost both of her children. In a desperate at to be with them she slit her own throat on the floor on Kennedy's hospital room just 24 hours ago. That was the last straw… her heart speed up again she the black dots appeared. She heard the monitor she was connected to beep wildly.
Her heart was too small. It was been a big problem since she was 13. Her family wasn't rich, they couldn't afford the operation needed to fix it, and refused to risk their little Kennedy's life on such a silly surgery. It was okay though… she would live it just stopped her from doing certain things. Like she was planning on being a motocross pro like Aaron, but the speed and the adrenaline could cause her problems, and constant over stimulation could even kill her.
She sat on a plane, tears filling in her already puffy eyes. This sucked. She was shaking. Her dad had basically abandoned her. He refused to look at her even after her release from the hospital. She had begged him, pleaded and bargained… but No. She looked too much like her brother… and too much like her mother. Her mother was an older version of Kennedy… but with naturally thick straight blonde hair. Her eyes were the same green, but her skin would never tan. No she got her curls and her skin color from her dad. A mix of native Hawaiian and other cultures. Just thinking about it made her whimper. He dad had bought her a ticket to California. She was going to spend the rest of the year in Santa Carla with her Mom's Old friends from her Hippie Days. The Frogs. They were nice she remembered visiting them a few times. They had two boys Edgar and Alan… they last time she had seen them they were 14 and convinced they were vampire hunters. She was 14 too… they had her running around despite the fact of her weak heart to train her how to fight for 'truth, justice, and the American way'. They were funny, and were her friends. But she hadn't seen or heard from them in three years.
'They've probably changed…' She whispered to herself, hearing how hoarse her voice sounded. She wiggled her fingers at a flight attendant and asked for water. When she got one she looked out the plane window slowly as they landed. Three weeks ago she had been at a funeral for her mom, and brother. Two days ago the court had cleared Kei of all murder, or manslaughter charges. In one month her world had been changed forever. She Buckled her seatbelt and prepared for landing. She dabbed at her eyes, and tugged one of her thousands of tight curls making it bounce up and down. She bit her lip and seconds later was lost in her thoughts again.
Everything was so depressing. She couldn't even bring herself to do her makeup, or brush her hair. She was dressed nicely to meet the Frogs again… but she didn't expect anything at this point. She was grieving she was allowed to do that right? It had only been a month.
She was in a daze as she got off the plane… it was warm here, but it certainly wasn't Hawaii. That's where her mom and dad met… her mom was on vacation with her friend Ellie and he was on a business trip on the other side of the island. They were staying at the same hotel and met in the lounge… her father always said it was love at first sight and then changed the subject. Her mother on the other hand, knew better then to lie. No she had told Kennedy everything… How her father was rude, and told her how he hadn't liked her dress. That blonde American whores shouldn't try to dress in his native clothing it made them look like prostitutes… He made her cry… but when he did something magical happened. She ran away, and he ran after her. They fell in love then… when he apologized. She whimpered and woke up out of her little memory. Realizing she was standing in the middle of the air port and had no idea where she was going. Grabbing her bags she wondered. Not really trying to look for anyone in particular and not trying to let anyone see her face. It was still a little swollen, and she had a small bruise.
She heard someone screaming her name though. At the top of his lungs… there he was. He was her age, with dirty blonde hair and a jean jacket with the sleeves ripped off. He was wearing aviators and looked agitated. "KENNEDY EVANS!" He hollered, again, getting some pretty weird looks from a lot of little old ladies walking by as well as some families. "KENNEDY EVANS?" He was getting louder. Her face flushed… that would be Edgar Frog.