A/N: Hi! I received some awesome reviews and got to talk to some awesome people after that last chapter update. I'm starting to get annoyed by my Plot Bunny Muses because they are already planning out the next three sequels. That's right, THREE! One for each of the other boys…Crazy, huh? Maybe a bit ambitious, but we'll see where this story takes us before I get bogged down with plot lines.

Here's your chapter update. And be warned: I make people who are high seem oddly similar to drunk people. I don't know why, but I've never really been either drunk or high – unless you count over hyperactiveness after I take medicine? Anyway, you've been warned…

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Faith was hugging the panda for about a half an hour before David was annoyed by it. It seemed to be taking all of her affection as she walked with the boys and it was starting to piss him off. He was supposed to receive her affection, not some cheaply made creation of sweatshops in China. David reached over and plucked the panda out of her arms, glaring at it.

"Give it back," Faith ordered, turning to face him. "Now."

"No." David said, holding the panda just out of her reach. "Aren't you too big to be playing with stuffed animals?"

"David," she growled, reaching for it but he moved it away. "Give it back or…"

"Or what?" David asked with a challenging grin on his face.

Faith smirked and moved to stand in front of him, not reaching for the panda. He didn't see her move, but her knee was suddenly rammed into his groin. The leader of the Lost Boys doubled over while his brothers reacted in surprise. Faith grabbed the panda and danced away from him, giggling.

"Or that," she purred, laughter sparkling in her eyes.

"Oh, you are so going to pay for that!" David growled, starting after her once the pain eased a little.

Faith laughed and ran, winding through the crowd with ease. David felt the thrill that came from the idea of chasing down prey. The boys howled and moved after him, following the scent of the girl. She obviously hadn't paid attention to the layout of the boardwalk because she was heading towards the end of the pier, where there was a dead end.

David chuckled and kept her in sight, noticing how she'd look back over her shoulder every now and then and smile mischievously. His heart clenched again as if struggling to beat, but Death had its claws embedded deep in the muscle. Yet, he felt this strange warmth spread through his body.

"It's Adalyn…"his heart whispered.

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Faith was having fun until she came to the end of the pier, four thick boards keeping her from plummeting into the ocean. She leaned against the top rail for a moment, but couldn't see beyond the darkness that stretched out before and under her.

"Perfect…" she whispered, clutching the panda tightly against her chest.

"Aw, did poor little Faith run out of ideas?" David's silky voice came from behind her.

Faith turned around and saw him standing a few yards away with his boys flanking him. He didn't look angry anymore. There was a strange gleam in his eyes – a predatory gleam. Faith held her head high.

"You're not taking this panda from me," she stated as he stared at her. "If you do, it'll be from my cold, dead hands."

A flicker of emotion passed through David's eyes, almost as if he hated the thought of dead hands. It was gone just as soon as she could put a name to it. David walked towards her with that infuriating smirk on his face, oozing power and confidence. Faith kept her gaze locked on his as he approached her.

"You hurt me," he said quietly once he was so close to her that she could feel his chest rise against hers.

"You shouldn't have taken my panda," Faith said, holding the panda like a football in the crook of her arm. "And don't think that I'll kiss it and make it better…"

David surprised her by putting his arm around her waist and pulling her even closer. Her breath hitched for a moment and she found herself looking at his lips. He smirked down at her, his breath warm against her skin.

"Then, I'll just have to steal…" Faith tightened her grip on the panda. "…a kiss."

The redhead's eyes fluttered shut as he brushed his lips against hers, barely touching. Then he deepened the kiss, applying more force, more passion. The panda fell from Faith's arms as she reached up and tangled her fingers in his hair, pushing his face closer to hers. Faith felt her knees grow weak, but David's arms were around her, supporting her.

"This is how it should be," her heart whispered. "Don't you remember this feeling? The way that he kisses you?"

"Oh, get a room you two!" Paul laughed when David pulled away from her.

Faith felt the heat rise in her face and looked away from David, glaring at Paul. "If you don't like it, then find somewhere else to go."

"The question, sweetheart, is did you like it?" Marko asked with that Cheshire grin of his.

"I plead the fifth," Faith said, holding a hand up.

"That would be a yes then," Paul said, his eyes full of laughter. "She likes kissing old Davie…"

Faith stuck her tongue out at him and folded her arms over her chest. David chuckled and kicked the panda up into the air, catching it with ease. She felt his arm drape oh-so casually around her shoulders and as much as she felt it was natural, she made to push it off.

"I never said that," Faith muttered, giving up when his arm wouldn't budge.

"Your lips did the talking, Faith…and they said 'Fuck my mouth David'," Paul said with a smile.

Faith's eyes narrowed. "Are you high?"

"Yeah…why?"

"Because if you weren't high, I'd be kicking your ass for that comment!" Faith snapped, snatching the panda from David's hands. "I really hate you…"

She pushed past David and started walking away, grumbling to herself. She heard David say something to Paul and then the sound of running feet. Faith rolled her eyes when Paul appeared in front of her, walking backwards so that he could keep his face turned towards her. He almost looked sad, a little hurt.

"Listen Faith, if I upset you I'm sorry," he said, spreading his hands. "But this is who I am and I can't change…but I only want to make people laugh…and I think you and David look – dare I say it? – cute together. Like you belong to one another." He tilted his head to the side. "I kinda want something like that…but the right girl hasn't shown up yet, so I'm an asshole…to everyone. Not just you."

Faith looked at him for a moment, biting her tongue. He sounded sincere in his weird way and she had a feeling that this was as close to a decent apology as he could make. She sighed and hugged the panda stuffed animal closer to her side.

"I guess I can forgive you," she conceded. "I've been around so many assholes, I might as well get used to it."

A smile stretched across Paul's face. "Really?"

Faith nodded. "Yes, asshole. You're forgiven, but watch your mouth around me now."

"How can he?" Marko asked, appearing at her side. "He'd have to carry a mirror around to watch it."

"And that would be odd," Paul commented, pulling out a joint. He caught her looking at it and smirked. "Ever try dope, Faith?"

The redhead shook her head. "Never been offered the chance…" She looked around them before lowering her voice. "Can't you get in trouble smoking that here?"

"By who?" Marko asked with a wide smile. "The nighttime security guards can't do squat…Didn't you notice the lack of them at the fight?"

"But -"

"Listen Faith," Paul said, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You're not going to get in trouble. I won't let you. And you've really got to get over this good girl mentality – we're teenagers, we're supposed to do stupid things. It's our God given right."

He passed the joint over to her and she stared at it, unsure what to do. Paul and Marko started chanting her name, egging her on. Faith rolled her eyes and put the joint in between her lips. Paul let out a whoop of laughter and lit it for her…

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David had lost sight of Faith after the impromptu kiss, but he had Dwayne and Laddie helping him to locate her. He followed her pleasant scent, stirring memories of the past. David saw that she was lying on a bench with her head resting on Paul's lap, staring up at the sky. Marko was sitting on the railing next to the bench, looking innocent.

"You know what? I think I could solve world hunger," Faith commented, sounding strange. "I'd take all the marshmallow peeps and blow them up in the microwave and then give them to…to the president and tell him to feed the mess to the hungry…Nothing, nothing is better than blown up marshmallow creatures. You know?"

"That sounds like an awesome idea," Paul said, taking another drag on his joint. "Got anymore?"

"I could be a ninja," Faith stated. "I'd be all stealthy and shit…Get some badass weapons and take out the bad guys with one kick. And I could have a snake or become a snake and hiss and shit like that. It'd be fun."

David scented the air again and frowned. "Paul! You didn't!"

"Do what, Davie?" Paul asked, looking lazily in David's direction.

"Yeah Davie," Marko said with a smile. "We're just having fun. Aren't we, Faith?"

Faith started talking nonsense to the stuffed panda – something about colors of the trees in space. David glared at his two younger brothers with such intensity that they paled.

"You gave her weed," David growled, walking over to them. He looked down at Faith, taking note of her glassy eyes. "Faith, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," Faith replied with a smile. "Can I touch your hair again? It's so, so, so soft!"

"No," David said firmly, crossing his arms. "What would Pru say if you go back to the motel high off your rocker?"

Faith rolled her eyes and lifted her head off of Paul's lap. "Whoa! The world's spinning!"

"Oh no!" Paul laughed. "Spin the other way, Faith!"

The redhead put her hands out as she sat up. "Stop spinning World! Or you'll spin us into the big ball of gas in the heavens!"

"Come on Faith," David said, reaching out to help her up. "Your cousin is going to be pissed…"

"Nu-uh!" Faith stepped close to him, so that her chest brushed against his with each breath she took. "I'm a teenager – we're supposed to do stupid things…and if I get in trouble, you get in trouble. So there."

"You've got to admit, she's a lot more interesting when she's high," Paul said with a smirk.

"I'm not high!" Faith exclaimed with a lazy smile. "I just – wow! Colors…"

"Quick! What's crossing your mind right now?" Marko asked.

"Pink!" Faith stumbled backwards with a giggle.

"Brilliant!" Paul said, patting her on the shoulder. "If only there were more people who thought like you when you're stoned."

David growled, "You just had to get her high, didn't you?"

Paul nodded. "Yep…Someone had to get her out of the good girl zone. She's just a light weight – three or four puffs and this is the result."

"Hey Faith," Marko said, hopping off the railing. "Do ya have the munchies?"

The redhead looked at them for a moment and shook her head, wobbling. David wrapped his arm around her waist, supporting her. He scowled at his brothers for a moment before guiding the redhead teenager away.

"David," Faith purred, sliding her arm around his waist. "David…David…David!"

"What Faith?" David asked, trying to be patient.

"I've got a secret," Faith said, giggling. "It's a big secret! You can't tell anyone, m'kay?"

Thinking that it was some stupid secret produced by the dope, David sighed. "I won't tell anyone."

"I'm in love," Faith stated as he led her past the motorcycles and towards town.

"Oh really?"

"Yeah, but the guy doesn't like me back," Faith muttered, shaking her head. "I'm too…something or other. And he's got…got a big old pole stuck up his ass." She giggled and leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'd have to be a stripper pole for him to like me…"

David chuckled. "Maybe more like a stripper than a pole…"

Faith sighed and looked up at him. "Maybe…but the thing is…I don't care that he doesn't like me…could never like me or whatever…because I love him deep, deep, deep, deep down in my heart button."

"Heart button?"

"Y'know that thing that beats in your chest…thump-thump…Yeah, that thing. It's driving me crazy. It speaks to me, whispering this nonsense all the time…It's crazy, I'm crazy."

"You're high."

"Same thing." Faith danced out of his arms and hugged that damn panda to her chest, turning to face him. "I can't be with him…because I'm taken."

David stopped moving and stared at her. "Taken? Taken by whom?"

Faith shrugged, looking up at the sky. "The stars are out…"

"Faith," David growled softly. "Who are you taken by? The Surfer Nazi?"

The redhead shook her head and continued staring at the sky. "He wouldn't tell me who…just that I was taken…I see it every night…" She shuddered, hugging the panda toy tighter. "But my love is always there…he doesn't love me, not like I love him…maybe I'll get over it. Be a big girl Faith and get over it…"

David reached out and put his hands on her shoulders, causing her to look at him in surprise. "Who do you love, Faith?" he asked.

"It's a secret," Faith whispered with a soft smile. "I can't tell you because you'll laugh at me…smile that smug little smirk that makes me want to rip your beautiful lips off…and then tell the boys. I just can't tell you…"

"Faith, I won't laugh."

"Or tell?"

"Right."

"Fine…" Faith sighed and looked up at the stars. "I love…I mean, I think I love…you."

David stared at her in surprise. She turned and walked across the motel parking lot, humming a song to herself. The leader of the Lost Boys watched her climb the stairs to the second floor of the motel and disappear into her room.

She loves me? Can't be true. It must be the weed talking…David decided, turning and walking back towards the boardwalk. If she was drinking, then sober thoughts make drunken confessions, but weed?

Man David, she loves you! Whatcha going to do about it? Paul teased through their mental bond.

Probably nothing, 'cause he's a chicken when it comes to love, Marko laughed.

I'll give both of you a five minute head start before I come after your asses!

Oh no! She turned him queer!

Quick! He'll go after the cute one first! Sorry Dwayne!

David shook his head and pulled a cigarette from behind his ear. Assholes…

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A/N: I told you I wasn't good at making people seem high…maybe I need to do some research and experiments? Not! I found out today that there were two sequels to Lost Boys, but I refuse to acknowledge them because David ain't in them. I love the original Lost Boys, so…yeah. Tell me what you think about this chapter and I hope to have some of my original reviewers come back. If there's anything you want to happen or change in future plot lines, tell me. So long story short, REVIEW! ~Scarlet