The first chapter…here it goes. While writing this, for some weird inspiration for a weird story, I listened to Secrets by One Republic. Disclaimer: I do not own the Lost Boys at all, blah, blah, blah, yada, yada.

A Fresh Start

Sam never could tell where he was. Future? Present? Dream? It was all the same. The way sometimes he practically relived every day was absolutely frustrating. He didn't know what homework in school to actually do, when he last actually ate, what time of day it was…

"Sam, I want you to close your eyes…" His psych teacher spoke softly and Sam did as she asked. His mom, Lucy, had suggested that his "treatment" would help with his visions. And because he loved her and wanted to make her happy, he went. It was pointless; nothing could help him. "…now…picture your last vision in your head…" He could never tell if this was even happening in the moment.

"Sam, I want you to close your eyes…" Here it goes again…And he sometimes had to relive things several times, which got to be extremely annoying. He once had to endure a school lecture and the "talk" from his mom almost ten times. Suddenly he was back at his house, and he was doing his thought-to-be homework. Calculus. He grinned to himself. He had seen the answers already.

It was the same every day, and he got used to it so much it was like a drill. He could even see himself having visions sometimes, adding to the confusing days as they blurred together. He didn't know what the date was, or any of the daily sorts. He could never trust anything to be happening. He tried to keep to himself as much as possible, afraid he would say something stupid and embarrass himself by saying things like, "So did you do the homework we're going to get assigned tomorrow?" Yeah.

"Sam," his mother called from the kitchen. He looked up and saw her standing in the doorway. "I've been thinking…and I think it's time for a fresh start. I think we should move in with your Grandfather."

"What? Are you serious, Mom? I'm struggling to keep up here and you want to mess things up even more," he asked disbelieved.

"I think it will be good. And the school year's almost over, we can move after it's done. I think Santa Carla will be good for you and Michael." Her voice was gentle and kind and Sam just couldn't say no.

Just like the usual the days and months blurred together until they were arriving in the city. All he remembered he was certain of was the kids that spat "Freak" at him whenever he was left out. Every time anger built up in him like a volcano ready to erupt, but he always kept to himself. He remembered the click of girls that he passed by in the hallway that stared at him and laughed and whispered to each other, "Oh my god, it's Sam. He should just move, I mean, he's just so weird! I think he's a little mental!" They all giggled at what the blonde said and Sam bit down the urge to say something back. If he did, they would just pick at him even more. Maybe a fresh start was a good idea…

Summer came without notice to Sam, who looked out the window in disinterest as his mom sang songs on the radio. They passed a billboard that said "Welcome to Santa Carla" and he saw on the back of it, sprayed in red, was the words "Murder Capital Of The World". So much for a fresh start. The first person to call him a freak would probably murder him.

Time could fly by so fast when you weren't paying attention, as he had discovered the first few years of getting used to his visions. Their grandpa's house was old and beaten down, but it looked just as it did the last time they saw it. He couldn't live in the moment as his mind drifted into when he was in a comic book store talking to two weird looking boys that looked about his age. With their ragged appearance they could have been homeless or at least fending for themselves. This vision was blurry, probably marred with uncertainty if it would actually happen.

He was back, he thought, to his grandpa's house. "Sammie, wanna go to the boardwalk?" He heard Michael's voice loud and clear.

Sweet, protective, brotherly Michael. He was always on watch for his little brother because he was a little out there sometimes. He shrugged his shoulders and said why not.

The boardwalk was packed full of people there for the carnival. Sam found it exciting, and everyone was dressed differently. No one was looking at his like he was different. It was the first place ever he actually felt at home. He remembered Michael leaving after a girl he saw, after making Sam promise he would stay safe. He agreed half-heartedly and went to the nearest comic book store he could find. His vision came true, and their names were Alan and Edgar Frog. It was very weird for him, and he remembered catching up with Michael to see him standing in front of a group of four boys and the girl Michael was chasing.

Sam took notice of what they looked like: The smallest one had long, curly blonde hair and had a very boyish face. Another had messy blonde hair and dressed like a rock star. Another looked like an Indian with his dark skin and hair and mysterious appearance. His eyes landed on the last one, and he almost gasped. His hair was white and spiked, with bright blue eyes Sam could get lost in like the sea. He noticed that the white haired one was impressively attractive. They all had their own motorcycle except the beautiful one who had Michael's crush on his back. For some reason Sam felt something strange in the pit of his stomach and he wondered if this was the present or not. He saw his lips moving, probably talking to Michael, but he didn't hear anything. All he was focused on was how breathtaking he was, and how there seemed to be something inside him that was filled now, like he was only a half and now he was a whole.

"Let's go, Sammie," Michael growled and glared at the angel. He glared back before taking a glance at Sam, who immediately blushed and looked away. "I want you to stay away from them, Sam." Sam felt sadness tug at him.

"Why," he shot back.

"Please."

He couldn't argue with his brother, but there was something telling him to see that man again. He was beyond curious. That night as he lay in his bed he couldn't keep his mind off of that man. He wanted to know his name. He saw a flash of him and the man exchanging a kiss, and his stomach flipped and his pants tightened. He wanted to know his name first. Visions flooded him that evolved who he was seeking. A smile split across his face; he knew his name now. Sam curled under his covers and fell into a deep sleep with his thoughts centering around one thing.

David.