I do not own The Lost Boys :)
This is my first Lost Boys fic so I hope ya'll enjoy. I've had the idea in my head for a while but I was hesitant to post…but I decided to give it a shot! :)
Sam was tired of being the baby.
Back in Phoenix he was always the smallest, whether it be in his group of friends or his family. Thankfully he'd had a growth spurt before they'd left for Santa Carla, and even though it was just a few inches, he was now taller than his mom – which wasn't tall at all actually.
However, after the height problem was left back in Phoenix, another one seemed to appear in Santa Carla: he was the youngest.
Being the youngest wasn't so bad when he was actually young. He got away with more stuff than Michael did, his parents were always spoiling him, and the girls found him cute. Now though: Mike was never around, always wanting to go out to hang with his new friends, his mom was too busy working and spending time with Max, and he'd grew out of his little-boy cuteness now so the girls barely batted an eyelash at him.
Even those Frog boys who Sam had met were older than him; Edgar was fifteen and Alan was soon to be 16. While poor Sammy was stuck at fourteen, and he'd be stuck fourteen for another seven months!
"You lost, kid?" a voice asked, alerting Sam from his frustrated thoughts. The boy raised his eyebrows and turned to look at the owner of the voice; which in this case was a bearded man with long hair and a hooped accessory dangling from his left ear. "You look lost. Teenagers like you are usually at the boardwalk with your friends."
"Not me," Sam mumbled, tilting his head up slightly. "And I ain't lost; I'm just bored."
The man nodded. "The beach is nice on days like these. Wanna ride?"
Sam's eyebrows furrowed together as the teenager stared at the man, confused. He couldn't help but feel slightly creeped out at the fact that this grown man was offering him a ride to the beach. The guy probably didn't even want to take him to the beach – Sam could see it playing out in his head: the man would kindly invite Sam into his truck and then lock the doors and speed off to his house, and nobody would ever see the youngest Emerson's face again.
"I think I'll just walk…" Sam said quietly, getting ready to make a run for it if he had to.
This caused the older male to chuckle. "I ain't some kidnapper, swear," he said, turning serious for a moment. "And it takes a while to get down to the beach on foot from 'ere. I promise I'll just take you straight there," the man promised, gesturing for Sam to get into the passenger seat.
Sam was ready to refuse again, until he thought about his family. Michael had met those boys down at the boardwalk, and from what he'd heard his older brother had just got on a bike and had went home with them…complete strangers. Plus, there was a group of them: not just one person. Also his mom had just met Max and was already planning dates with him…so Sam really wouldn't be committing a crime by getting a ride down to the beach by a person he'd met.
The boy climbed through the passenger door and sat beside the man, not making eye contact with him as he strapped himself in. The man just shook his head, smirking slightly, and drove off.
He did keep his promise. As soon as they'd arrived at the beach, the bearded guy told Sam to have a nice day and to not get into too much trouble. Sam nodded at him gratefully, and he almost felt bad for being so disrespectful to the guy.
"Aren't you goin' the beach?" the boy asked curiously, scratching his chin a little.
"Nah," the man said, shaking his head. "Some boys hang out on that beach, and they don't like me steppin' on their territory for some reason. They're strange if you ask me…might be a cult," the man smirked, jokingly raising his eyebrows.
Sam frowned. "Is it a good idea for me to be here then?" the boy questioned, crossing his arms. He hoped this mysterious man hadn't led him into danger on purpose.
"Yeah, it's fine. It's just adults and stuff they're really concerned about. I'm sure they wouldn't be so mean to hurt a little kid."
"I ain't a little kid," Sam claimed indignantly.
The guy just smiled. "The name's Bren. You're welcome for the ride too," he laughed.
Sam didn't even have time to thank Bren properly before the man drove off again. "If mom came home with one of those…" he murmured, balling his hand into a fist.
The steps down to the beach were old, and some of the wood was rotting. Sam was glad he decided to not wear his sandals today, as there were a few nails on the ground that if Sam were to step on them, he'd be having tetanus shots for a week straight.
Bren was right though; the beach was real nice under the warm weather. This however, got Sam to wonder why the area was so secluded. Surely families would come here to build sandcastles and swim in the sea and eat fries down by the front. That was the type of stuff he, Mike, his mom and his dad used to do anyway.
Running around on the sand for a few minutes, Sam noticed something strange, but he couldn't quite see what it was. Curious to investigate, Sam ran back up the steps and ran across a little bridge that led to a place above the rocks on the sea. He always liked to explore; Lucy loved that trait about him…when he was six.
A cave was what Sam had been looking for. A real fancy-looking one too, like the ones he saw in those adventure movies. He wondered if there was any gold or buried treasure in there.
His childish mind took over. Sam didn't even think about the precautions of entering the strange place; he just ran right in. And it really was beautiful and strange at the same time.
"Cool!" Sam exclaimed to himself, running through the cave. He dove down the steps and observed the statues admiringly, his eyes wide with excitement. Wait until he told Mike about this!
"Michael…" a female voice serenaded through the cave, making Sam jump slightly. Did he have company?
The young boy gulped, however he couldn't see anybody in the cave. Of course he completely ignored the white curtains that led to other places, thinking they were only for decoration, as this place was filled with a lot of décor.
Probably nothing, Sam thought to himself. He noticed some wooden boxes and decided he wanted to see what was in them, and didn't stop his hands from rummaging through the expensive (well, that's what they looked like) boxes. Eventually he came across a jewel-incrusted bottle, which was no doubt was filled with wine. And Sam betted it wasn't cheap wine.
Alcohol basically proved to everybody that you were an adult – since that's what adults did: drink alcohol. At parties anyway.
Also, Sam was curious. He'd only ever had a sip of his dad's beer when he was ten, and even then his mom basically threw a fit. But when Michael came home drunk after a high school party one night, his dad had just assured Lucy that it was what kids did and he deserved a second chance. Yeah right; Michael got all the second chances in the world but Sam never got any, at least that's what it felt like.
Once again, without thinking, Sam unscrewed the bottle and tilted it downwards so it poured into his mouth. The boy's throat burned slightly as the liquid splashed through his oesophagus, but the feeling passed and Sam felt buzzed.
Only for a minute though. Everything seemed to get hazy for Sam a minute after he'd placed the bottle back in its rightful place. He didn't know what was in the drink, but the hallucinations were strange as Sam saw his hand getting smaller, and he seemed to be…shrinking?
The boy climbed onto a stretched out sofa and tried to calm himself down, but the darkness was fading into his mind and he felt his body getting weaker. He was never trying alcohol again…
Eventually Sam succumbed to the darkness, passing out in this strange yet beautiful cave. What was his family gonna say?
AN: There's the first chapter and I hope you all enjoyed. I guess I'm not really expecting many views on this, but I'd appreciate it if you told me whether you like it or not and if you want me to continue! :)