This is my very first Lost Boys fanfiction, but probably not the last. Thank you very much for reading it. Hope you enjoy it. ) Please review.

Somewhere Silent

I sat alone in my room, staring out in the dark silence. Ravens passed my window, screaming at the full moon. Snow was falling outdoors, so it was freezing. I didn't bother. I didn't freeze easily.

"David, are you coming down for some dinner?"

My mom's voice made me turn in the direction of the door. There she stood, her hair as pale and thin as mine, and her eyes as bright. I smiled weakly at her. She was so good to me, and I stood her up all the time, running out at night. All alone, however. I loved her, though she didn't know. I couldn't tell her.

"Yes mom, I'm coming," I said as I stood up from my bed and followed her downstairs. She hadn't been herself since dad left her three years ago. She wouldn't even tell why he left. It seemed like he had no reason, after all. Perhaps he was tired of having such a bad son? I do not know. Perhaps it was best that way.

"Mom, is it okay if Adrienne comes to spend the night here?" I asked weakly as I sank down in one of the uncomfortable kitchen chairs. She looked at me.

"Well of course," she said softly. Then she smiled a bit.

"You see, her father kicked her out," I continued to talk as I helped myself with the potatoes on the table. She gasped slightly.

"Oh my, why would he do that?" She asked, looking startled. I shrugged.

"I think he's drunk or something right now. So I hope it's okay."

"Oh my," she said again. "Of course, of course, I'll find her a madras, and she'll sleep in your room, okay?" I simply nodded in agreement. "Poor girl, she must be terrified."

Again I just nodded. Adrienne was only 15, two years younger, and we were going out. Her mother died when she was born, and she had to live with her alcohol-addicted father. I felt sorry for her. She was such a sweet girl, but her heart was broken long ago.

The time passed slowly by as we sat there in silence. We never seemed to have anything to talk about anymore. Like we were strangers. What was happening to me?

"So, err…" I started, wiping my mouth with a hankie. I felt uncomfortable. The only thing that broke the silence was the sound of the knifes and forks scraping against the dishes.

I didn't find anything to say. Nothing. Neither did she, so we decided not to talk.

"Thanks mom, the food was delicious," I said as I finished, and got on my feet. I bend over and kissed her forehead slightly. She smiled. "Any time, son."

I got up on my room and looking in the mirror. All I saw was a pale, thin 17-year-old boy, who didn't know what would become of him, plus the Jim Morrison poster who hung on the wall behind me. I removed my filthy white sweater and replaced it with a tight black t-shirt. I rubbed some gel into my hands and messed up my hair, to make it look untidy and wild. Adrienne would be here any minute now.

I walked downstairs, where my mom sat in some kind of trance. I never knew what was on her mind. Hopefully, it wasn't suicide. I sighed as I went down to the cellar and dragged old madras upstairs, and made the "bed" ready for her, right next to mine.

Finally, after I'd been waiting in my room for about twenty minutes, I heard knocking on the door. I rushed down and opened the door and faced a girl.

She was a little bit lower than me and had beautiful, green eyes and dark, long hair. She tried to smile, but the redness in her eyes and the black marks under her eyes made it really easy to see that she had just been crying. I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her deeply, as she dared to let go; she began to cry loudly.

After we had been standing there for a few minutes, she finally entered. She had a small backpack with her, but nothing more.

"Honey, are you okay?" My mother said, as Adrienne entered. "You must be terrified, come on in."

Adrienne smiled friendly at her and sat down. She told everything about how her father said she wasn't worth anything, and how he got drunk all the time, and now finally kicked her out. She was on the verge of a breakdown, no doubt about it.

After a while, it got really late. None of us really noticed it, because we felt so sorry for Adrienne. She kept on crying for every detailed she mentioned.

"Well, guess it's time to go to bed then, " I said, and gave her a smile of sympathy, which she responded. After mom had gone into her bedroom, we headed upstairs for my room.

She went to the bathroom, and several minutes later, she entered my half dark room, and I was in awe. She was so beautiful. Her long, dark hair hung down her breasts, her eyes were red and wet and she was wearing a black nightgown. I automatically walked over to her and felt her perfect curves in the palm of my hand. She sighed and closed her eyes.

"David," she said weakly and met my eyes with hers. "Make love to me."

And with that, our lips met in a wet, passionate kiss. I stroke my hand through her smooth hair and lifted her dress up over her head and took it of. She wasn't wearing any underwear, and I felt her cool skin against my own, warm hand. She moaned a bit, and helped me of with the t-shirt, while our kissing continued. I moved over to the door and locked it, and pushed her up against the wall, our eyes closed in desire. The fire between us kept growing, and it didn't take a long time before she found her way to my pants, unzipping them and then removing them. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around my waist hardly as I carried her over to the bed, where we laid down. We spend all the night making steamy, passionate love, and didn't bother to think about mom, and if she heard us. She probably didn't, because she never came up to knock on the door.

That night, we both felt happy for the first time.