The Lost Boys Fanfiction
Oh my glob guys, you just…HNNNNG you guys are amazing. Thank yooou all for reviewing on the last two chapters! Each review made me smile (AND FANGIRL). I'm so glad you guys enjoyed it and because you did, I'm continuing it. The reason why I hadn't continued it earlier than now is because of…SCHOOL! But for you guys, I'd do anything. Enjoy! :D
"Joey…awaken." A voice echoed in my head and my eyes fluttered open. "Hnn?" I sat up sluggishly and looked around, a confused expression plastered onto my face. "Who…Who's there?" I asked sleepily and looked around, only growing more confused. "Where am I?" I asked and stood up weakly. My knees buckled slightly as I took in my surroundings. It took a second for my eyes to adjust due to the lack of lighting in the area. It smelled damp and was dark. I began to walk steadily, my footsteps echoed.
A loud sigh drew my attention towards an old, wooden rocking chair, its squeaky rocks ringing in my ears. I approached it slowly, tilting my head to the side curiously. Upon reaching the wooden chair, it stopped rocking abruptly. But what caught my attention after that scared me. A stifled laugh sounded from behind me, causing me to spin around out of instinct. Standing behind me was the man I saw in the woods; gorgeous hair, amazing eyes, absolutely stunning. "Joey…promise me you won't trust David?" He asked after a nervous laugh. I was speechless. I had no idea who this man was and why he kept speaking of the David but I had had enough.
"He gave you a little box, didn't he? Please Joey, I beg of you, don't open that box!" he pleaded, stepping forward to grab my shoulders. I quickly jerked away, not wanting this man, which I didn't even know, to touch me. "N-No, no don't touch me…Stay away from me!" I cried, fear obvious in my eyes as I stumbled back. "Who are you?! What do you want?! And who is David!?" I screamed. I had never been this confused in my life and never in my life had I raised my voice as loud as I did. The man made no move to come any closer to me. Instead he just stood in the same position, as if his feet were nailed to the ground, and looked at me hurt. He opened his mouth to speak, to answer me…but everything went white.
"Time to wake up, Joey." Mum said from my bedroom window as she ripped open the curtains, letting in beams of morning sunlight. I hissed and crawled back under the blankets as the sun burned my eyes. "Muuum…What time is it?" I whined from beneath the blankets. "Eight a.m, dear." She responded as she made her way over to my other window to open the curtains (or in other words, to cook me alive). I shot out from under the blankets, my hair a mess. "Eight?!" I yelled, looking at her like she was a madman. "Yes, it's about time you woke up and did something for once. I need you to go to the store so I can give grandma her bath." She replied, walking to my bedroom door and putting her hands on her hips. "But…But mum!" I protested but she put out her hand to stop me. "No buts!" She snapped, reaching into her pocket and laying a twenty dollar bill on my desk. "Take this and go down the street. Get milk, eggs, cake mix, butter, and a pack of frozen chicken legs." She listed as she walked out. "Stupid old prune…baths and what…could die any day now…" I mumbled as I crawled out of bed. "I heard that!" my mom called from downstairs. I smacked my lips and rolled my eyes.
As I hurried to get ready, throwing on a simple hoodie, I remembered the small decorative box that so called "David" gave me and peeked at it sitting on my night stand. I quickly snatched it and shoved it in my hoodie pocket then made my way downstairs. After I wrote a grocery list, I hopped on my bike and I was off.
"Milk. Eggs. Cake mix. Butter. A pack of frozen chicken legs." I read off the list as I parked my bike and headed into the small grocery store. It wasn't very busy today so I was able to get my stuff and get out. As I rushed down the quiet aisles of the store, eager to get home and just sleep, I felt as I were being watched, as if someone were following me. I peeked over my shoulder as I reached into the fridges to get milk and saw a man dressed in all leather with blonde hair that was particularly long in the back. His eyes were a bright blue and he seemed to be fiddling with stuff around him but not actually paying attention to it. I looked at him suspiciously but turned and headed toward the cake section.
Each time I picked up an item for my list, I'd peer around me and always spot the same man standing near me but never looking at me. It sort of scared me to think I was being followed, and being followed by someone like that for the most part. I quickly paid and scurried out, tossing the groceries in the basket on my bike, then hopped on. From nearby, I heard a quiet scoff. I turned to look around and spotted the blonde from the store leaning on the outside walls of the store, taking a few drags of a cigarette but…this time he was looking straight at me and holy shit his eyes were playing mind games on me. For a moment, I couldn't even break my glance from him until he himself made a move. He winked, put his cigarette out on the wall of the store, and disappeared around back. Scared as hell, I rode off on my bike, rushing to get home to safety. But was I even safe in my own house?
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