Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys, just the characters I invented: Thomas, Layla, Jared, and Sophia.
Thomas
Sophia passed me the joint we were sharing with Jared and Layla. The skunk-like fumes were already polluting the air, and I had already been inhaling them in. I took the joint from her and took a nice, long suck from the unfiltered tip. I felt the smoke flowing through me like the soft breeze kissing my skin.
"Oh, my lord, Thomas. That had to be the biggest puff ever," snapped Layla. "Way to hog the freakin' joint."
"I wasn't hogging," I protested. "Here, take it. Smoke up, Layla. I didn't know you were addicted to pot."
"You can't get addicted to pot," Jared clarified. "It's a choice to smoke pot. It's worse to smoke cigarettes than to smoke pot."
"And who told you that, smarty-pants?" Sophia giggled as she poked Jared in the nose.
Jared brushed her finger away. "It's a fact," he stated, not really answering Sophia's question. "Don't you remember that one time we were bumming cigarettes off that one older chick?"
"Yeah, she flipped out on us. She was like 'Just please, please, smoke pot instead!'" Layla laughed. She couldn't stop laughing after that. She laid on her side and put her head near my ankles. "Tommy-poo, laugh with me."
"You get high super easily, Layla," I snickered.
We went through three roaches by the time the four of us got a nice, lovely buzz. I fell backwards on my back and stared up at the crisp blue sky. "I see the big dipper!" I exclaimed as I pointed up towards the stars.
"Thomas, it's daytime," Sophia answered.
"C'mon, guys. Let's get outta here. I'm getting bit up by mosquitoes," said Jared.
"Yeah, me too!" Layla agreed. I felt someone grab my hands and pull me to my feet. "C'mon, Tommy-poo! Let's gooo!"
"Stop calling me that," I growled. I didn't like nicknames. Especially, cute, sick little nicknames like that.
Layla was always like that. Cute and girly and had her eyes on boys all the time-not really Jared and I though. If anything, we were her close friends. She always wore some ratty biker boots with ripped tights and miniskirts, but not enough to look like a slut. Well, maybe sometimes. Layla wasn't ugly… I mean, she wasn't gorgeous, but she definitely wasn't ugly. She had a nice face to her-a nice tan face with big green eyes. Her black hair was long and cat like, and she had a cute button nose that I poked all the time. Her lips were a thin line that always collided with her pretty green eyes, probably because they always seemed to glow with beauty…
How high am I again? I'll shut up about Layla.
Jared was my man. My best friend. My wing-man. He was a lot less adventurous than me, but that's why he was friends with me, because I was the one who gave him a little adventure in his life. Nothing too bad, but enough to get an adrenaline rush. We enjoy what we do. We live life to the fullest together… I just do it a little more. He's got a lot of freckles on his face, as if somebody just randomly splattered spots of paint along his nose. His eyes are big and blue, and really honest. His sandy hair has been getting long lately-I've been convincing him to grow it out. Score!
I think I like Sophia best, just because she cracks me up. I never let that show though. Hell no. If she knew I cracked up that much about her, then she wouldn't stop being so funny. And then it'd get effing annoying. So it's good she doesn't know. Sophia's kind of pretty. She's not ugly either, noooo. She's got wavy brown hair and is a little shorter than me. Her eyes match her hair almost exactly, and they crinkle up when she smiles. It's kind of cute.
"Tommy-poo?" Sophia repeated as she leaned on me for support. Sophia always gets dizzy when she gets high. I helped her along some jagged rocks that we'd come across as she continued talking. "That's the worse nickname for Thomas."
"Well, I think it's perfect!" Layla giggled. "Tommy-poo…"
"Nah, Thomas needs something legit. Something bad-ass… you can be T-Dawg, Thomas."
"T-Dog?" I echoed blankly.
"No, no… T-Dawg," she repeated, putting emphasis on the "Dawg" part.
I had a hard time listening to her. Her voice was floating into my ears at this point, and the trees looked really tight. They were waving in the wind really awesome-like. It was awesome…
"Where are we going?" Jared murmured as he trailed behind us.
We had gotten lost in the woods, trying to find a decent place to get baked and not get caught. And now, being high and all, it wasn't easy finding our way out.
"Here's a clearing!" Layla declared. She skipped through bushes and trees, her red and black plaid scarf trailing after her. When the scarf moved, I couldn't take my eyes off it-it looked so cool.
"Dude, check this place out!" Layla wailed, now doing cartwheels towards what looked to be the end of the world.
"Layla, take it easy!" Jared cried like a fatherly figure. That's right-Jared was like our dad. But he could be our brother, and our friend… and our boyfriend… nah, I'm just kidding.
Jared grabbed Layla by the arm before she could cartwheel any further towards the edge of the cliff that we'd come upon. The sun was really bright here. I had to shield my eyes when we parted from the woods. Sophia still clutched to my arm as we approached Layla and Jared, who were now swing dancing together like kids from the '40s.
"Hey, lookie here!" I said as I pointed towards a rickety looking wooden platform. It led to a set of stairs that went down towards the base of the cliff. "Wonder where this leads?"
"Oo lah lah!" Sophia giggled as she let go of me and dashed down the stairs. "Let's find out!"
We were all laughing noisily and tripping down the stairs. I don't remember going down the stairs at all for some reason. I just remember starting on the first step, and somehow carefully going down a few rocks into an enormous cave.
I couldn't really make out what it looked like down there. I remember a lot of colors and pretty things. "This place looks like the shit," I murmured as I kicked over a boom box.
"Dude! I'm paralyzed! Look!" I heard Jared shriek in giggles. I looked over to see he had sat down in a wheelchair and was pushing himself along. "Thomas! Push meee!"
"You got it, man," I snickered as I approached him from behind. If I had been my normal self, I sure as hell would've said no.
I put my hands on the handlebars and pushed off at a running speed. Then I hooked my feet onto the back of the wheelchair and hopped on. Jared put his hands up like it was a rollercoaster ride. He was screaming. I was screaming. Layla and Sophia were screaming as they watched us crash right into the fountain. Jared's knee rammed into the thing, while I did a full roll right over him and flipped into the empty fountain.
"GAH! My knee!" Jared wailed. He got up and limped and tripped towards a raggedy couch. His face was red and he was glaring at me. "Fuck you, man! My knee!"
"What's the matter, Grandpa Jared?" I asked him with a smirk. "You got arthritis or something?"
"You asshole…"
"You guys! YOU GUYS!" Layla was shouting in whispers as she danced towards us. She was pointing at something on a four poster canopy bed. "There's a girl! A girl!"
I climbed out of the fountain and staggered towards the berserk Layla. "A girl? What, you're not a girl?"
"Look! Over there!" She grabbed my arm and led me towards the bed. I peeked through the tapestries and curtains to see a girl with corkscrew ringlets of hair spread across her pillow. She was as still as stone, sleeping as peacefully as a dead corpse itself.
"Holy shit," I mumbled under my breath. "What's she doing there?"
"AND A BOY!" I heard Sophia murmur in wheezing gasps. I glanced over to see her pointing at a little boy, no older than ten, who was sleeping on a nearby sofa.
"What a little cutie!" Layla replied with a sigh. "I want children someday…"
"I'll be their father, Layla-dear," cooed Jared as he approached her and wrapped an arm around her shoulder.
"You'd make a fine father," Layla giggled back as together they clutched to each other and walked towards a small crawl space that led away from the cave. "Let's do it in here…"
"Shh, don't tell Sophia," whispered Jared in giggles.
"I can hear you," Sophia snapped as she pushed herself into Jared and Layla. "And I'm gunna be an aunt!"
"And you too, Uncle Thomas!" Layla smirked as she grabbed me, her eyes half open.
Jared was already starting to crawl up the crawl space that led along a jagged part of the cave. The place that it led to was super dark. I had to squint to see as I went in after Layla and Sophia.
We crawled for a few minutes, all the while cracking up and choking on dust. Jared told us to be quiet-it just made us laugh harder.
We finally arrived to an open area where we dropped down and stretched out our backs. It was really cold and dark in that area-there wasn't any sunlight at all. It smelled funky too.
"It smells funky in here," Sophia commented.
"Dude! I was thinking the same thing!" I wailed as I stuck out a hand for Sophia to high-five. She did a little dance then high-fived me enthusiastically. I looked up and glanced around the cave. "You could totally redbox this place, man."
"There's nothing down here," Layla mumbled. "I don't see any-"
"HOLY SHIT!" Jared screamed, then he clapped his hands over his mouth. He looked back at us, his eyes bugging out of his head. Then he pointed straight up.
Layla screamed, and I grabbed her arm and squeezed it. Sophia was stock still beside me.
There were four guys-around seventeen or eighteen from the looks of it-hanging upside down straight above us. Their eyes were closed, as if they were sleeping…
"What the fuck…?" I cursed.
We all stared in silence.
"How do you think they got up there?" Layla laughed. "A ladder or something?"
"Nah, they flew," interjected Jared.
"No, they used a ladder," Layla snapped back.
"Nah, they flew."
"Shut the hell up!" Sophia snapped. "I hate it when you guys bicker like that, it's so freakin' annoying. I can't stand it! Especially when I'm high it gets on my nerves!"
I couldn't help but laugh. "Hey, doesn't sleeping upside down extend your life by like ten years?"
The three of them just stared at me as if I were crazy. "Where the hell did you hear that?" Layla asked me with a cocked eyebrow.
I shrugged my shoulders. "I can't remember." I accidentally backed up into the cave wall and ended up collapsing on the ground. I rolled over on my back and stared up at the weirdos on the ceiling. "Hey, you think those guys will mind if we sleep in here too?" I asked. Obviously, I wasn't thinking straight. If I had been sober, I would've bolted out of there and never returned. But when you're high, and you're tired, you make an agreement to sleep pretty much anywhere.
"If they sleep here, they probably wouldn't care if we did too," Sophia giggled as she laid down beside me. "But I still think it smells funky in here."
"Nah, it smells like some caaaa-ute boys!" Layla laughed. "Look at those boys up there! Hanging upside down. They are sooo sill-aaay."
"That blond one is a cutie," Sophia pointed out.
"There's like three blondies up there, Sophia," Jared explained as he and Layla laid down on either side of Sophia and I. "You gotta be more specific."
"Okay, well… the blond who's, like, second from the left."
She pointed up to the ceiling to the blond who's face was practically staring straight down at mine. If he opened his eyes he'd see me.
"Ooo, ooo! Let's play the name game!" said Layla. "Let's name them all."
"I love this game!" chuckled Sophia. "Okay, I wanna name the other blond… the one way over there. With the mullet."
"Okay, okay… I'm gunna name the cute blond who's the second from the left. He can be… erm… Sexy-Boy. That's his name. He's Sexy-Boy."
"Sexy-Boy?" replied Jared in disbelief. "You're gunna name our kid Sexy-Boy?"
"What kid?" Layla growled back.
"That guy looks like a Dwayne," I said as I pointed to the only brunette on the ceiling.
"What? Naah… he looks like… he looks like a Brandon."
"Brandon? Pff!" laughed Jared.
"No, he's Dwayne," I argued. "His name is Dwayne." His name probably was something like Brandon, but I was gunna stick with Dwayne.
"Kiefer! That's that guy's name!" said Sophia, pointing to the platinum blond with the mullet.
"Kiefer?" I snorted. "Where the hell did you get that name?"
"None of your bees-wax!" snapped Sophia. "Besides, I can't remember anyways…"
"I wanna name the last guy!" Jared hooted.
"You got that little cutie over there," said Layla. "The guy with the rainbow jacket."
"Hmmm… he can be Skittles," said Jared.
"Skittles?" we all wailed.
"Yeah. You said he's a rainbow," Jared replied, as if it were obvious.
"No, I said his jacket looked like a rainbow," Layla explained. "But, whatever… Skittles is his name… I guess."
"Okay, okay," I said as I held in laughs. "So we got Skittles, Sexy-Boy, Dawyne, and…"
"Kiefer!" Sophia reminded me.
"Yeah, Kiefer!"
It was then that we all started cracking up. Our voices were echoing distantly in that tiny, bizarre cave that we were in, with four freaks hanging upside down from the ceiling. If I hadn't been loaded, I would've gotten the hell out of that place and never come back.
But instead I was laughing and crying and rolling on the floor right underneath those freaky bastards.
And by the time we all finished laughing and crying and rolling some more, we stopped and laid still and talked about something weird… I can't remember. But we talked about something, and then I felt really, really tired.
And I fell asleep. We all fell asleep. Right underneath those freaks who hang upside down when they sleep.
This is the first of the four stories! The next three stories will all be from Sophia, Jared, and Layla's point-of-view. None of the stories will be related to each other at all, just to let you know. Hope you liked it! Let me know what you think!
- Plainsong30