Hacker Snack
(a/n: So it's not that great, and I don't think anyone will read it since like no one else I know has actually READ Lost Boys, and there's lots of babbling, but I had to write something.
Lost Boys and all of its characters copyright Orson Scott Card, the greatest author evar. uu;
SPOILERS AHOY.)
Jeremy Fletcher doesn't need anyone to tell him about the brother who died; just because he died doesn't mean he's gone. Jeremy doesn't care that the people at school smile and nod and pat his hand sympathetically when he insists that his brother is there, eyes wide and brilliant, words smooth and calm and intelligent, face and body perpetually eight years old. They don't understand, can barely manage to comprehend the words he manages to wrangle out of his mouth. Sometimes he wants to reach out and strangle them, but he knows it's just his own frustration at the look of impatience on all of their faces, the surreptitious glances at their watches and mounted wall-clocks.
Stevie tells him stories at bedtime- tales of the Junk Man and the Fish Lady, Betsy-Westy and Robot, watching them play in the sprinklers and smear crayon wax against the walls. He tells him his favorite stories, Samson and Joseph and all of the others, and about how it felt when his father dunked him in the water at his own baptism. He lectures him about the value of honesty and hard work and apologizes for being unable to be there. Above all, he stresses the importance of following your heart, and it's those words that have kept Jeremy alert and alive and happy, because even though he's confined to a wheelchair and his neck doesn't always work how it should, he doesn't mind so much.
They both know he's going to leave soon, has trouble even visiting at night, even if he only lets Jeremy see him. It's hard, and sometimes he's away for days at a time, and sometime he only visits for a few minutes, and sometimes it's just the voice he hears, small and boyish and tired, but it's okay, because he says he'll be waiting for him, and Door Man never lies.