HELLO READERS!

LeMoNsOuR is so sorry for not updating last since multicellular organisms have evolved from single-celled organisms. :) But she hopes she made it up to you with this chapter!

I wrote the next three chapters in fervor. I was like to myself, "Yeah! This is going to be so pimpinn!" I tried not to help myself though, because bad things happen when I begin to think I'm cool.

To avoid confusion, Oliver is not Mr. Pendanski of the future. It's actually Walter that you come to know and love... or hate as D-Tents councilor.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own the idea related to the title "The Lost Boys" based on the classic and magical tale, Peter Pan*Disney music plays*

*IMPORTANT*- I've changed the ages around a little bit. Flower/Mr. Sir was first twelve when he first arrived at CGL and he turned thirteen a month after. By now he is... well you'll see. Thomas and Lou are both older than Flower and are fifteen :)

PLEZ ENJOY AND HAVE A GREAT SUMMER

12

"How did you end up here, Oliver?"

Oliver shifted in his cot. His face was grimy, his hands were blistered, and his body was exhausted, but he still had that smile on his face. God, did that smile have endurance.

"Well actually—"

"Actually he didn't do shit," said Wally—I mean Darkness—I mean, whatever.

"I got him here. I burned down my English teacher's garage."

"Why?" asked Lou.

She had snuck out of her room and joined us at C-tent. She had been doing that for a month now. By this time I had gotten used to her stupid grin and obnoxious voice.

"He touched me inappropriately," said Wally. "So that day, I poured gasoline over his aloe Vera plants next to his garage and set them on fire. Then I broke into his house and set fire to his kitchen. That was on accident. I was trying to make popcorn."

"But Mr. Gupta was awake and saw who did it. The police came over that same night and started taking my brother away, but I told them I was the one who set the teacher's garage on fire," said Oliver, picking at his scab.

"The police really didn't give an ass which one of us went to jail, so we both ended up here," Wally finished.

"I don't mind, said Oliver sweetly. "I don't know what I would do if my brother was miles away."

Darkness rolled his eyes.

"So where are you from, Wall—"

Wally had fallen asleep.

Lou went back home and I turned off the lights.

When he thought everyone was asleep, Walter got out of bed, took off his sleeping brother's shoes and placed a blanket over him.

at the lake

"I love tuna!" She giggled her retarded fake giggle again.

Thomas said something, she whispered something back, and he blushed as red as a tomato.

Sick. Just sick.

My thoughts were interrupted by Walker's hacking.

"Boy. Come over here."

His voice was less harsh than usual.

In fact, it made me feel really, really scared...

I hopped out of my hole and left Lou standing there full of curiosity.

I stood in front of him, looking up. His nose hairs were white. I never really looked at his face before. It was full of these angry, distressed likes that were randomly scrawled all around his worn face. It kind of looked like a dead cactus.

He laid a hand on my shoulder.

"Sir, why are you touching me in an inappropriate manner?"

He surprised me even more by ignoring my comment. In fact, he didn't even seem to hear it.

"Marion, your mother died."

Did you just call me Marion? How DARE Y—

"What? My... mother died?"

Suddenly there was no sound. The wind stopped blowing, my heart stopped beating, and everyone stopped shoveling.

"When?" I asked.

"Six months after you got here," he said.

It has been more than a year since I'd been admitted into this craphole. I had seven months of my sentence left.

He just stared at me, trying to read my face.

There was a long, long silence that stretched far into space and disappeared. Suddenly I snapped.

"YOU NEVER TOLD ME?"

My breathing became raspy and the vision of his cactus face blurred as I knew that I was going to cry in front of these people.

It was the absolute worst moment of my life.

Well, except for that time when I shot this girl...

But at that moment it was the absolute worst moment of my entire life.

"WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME? YOU COULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU OLD SHIT!"

I pushed him. He tried holding me back. He didn't even get angry.

"Son, I really didn't know. The police didn't even know until someone found her car."

"Her car?"

"She was drivin' to get ye."

"Why the hell would she do that without sending me a letter?

"Oklahoma had fifteen letters from your mother addressed to you."

Then why—

"She wrote the wrong address."

"What?"

"In her address book, she wrote down the address of Camp Green in Oklahoma. Not Camp Green Lake in Texas."

"Are you... kidding me?"

"Her brain, son. You should know it wasn't at its best when you left. She had a... thinger in her brain."

"A tumor". A tumor, you fucking moron.

He nodded. "It was in her brain. They said it got her vision in four weeks, and then some of her organs just stopped workin'. She was taken to the hospital and stayed there fer a few months in a lil' coma. When she woke up, the doctor told her she didn't have long. They were even surprised she woke up in the first place. Then one day the nurse came in and yer mom was just gone."

Turned out my mother was on her way to Oklahoma—to see me.

Oh, mom.

"They didn't know about you at first. None of the neighbors said that she had a son. Then someone told them that you were in jail. They searched all the nearby jails. Then they heard you were in a summer camp. Then they heard you were dead... Finally someone was smart enough to actually find where you were, son."

I knew why they took so long.

They didn't really give a shit.

I know that. Who would give a shit about me now?

Who?

I was crying by this time, and extremely embarrassed as well.

But I just stood there, my fists clenching and unclenching; my brain scanning for people to blame for this. I could find none.

I felt soft lips on my cheek and a lock of my hair (that had grown quite long) placed behind my ear.

Then Lou put her arms around me and I let her as I wept pathetically in the middle of the hot sun. When I looked up, Oliver and Thomas had come over as well. Darkness/Walter stood shyly a meter away from us but he still looked uncomfortably sympathetic.

Old man Walker took of his hat and shuffled off.

That night I walked in on Thomas and Lou making out with his hand in her shirt.

Thomas grinned sheepishly but Lou looked mortified. She ran out, her face as red as her hair.

"I'm sorry!"

Pfft. What did she even need to say sorry for? I mean, it's not even my business what she does or doesn't—

"WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU THINKING?"

Thomas just sat there, his hair disheveled and a hickey forming in his neck.

"Relax. It's not like it was on your cot or anything."

For some reason, my body reacted to the situation by simply climbing into bed.

Thomas was still sitting on his cot.

"You're not mad at me are you?"

I clenched my jaw and closed my eyes.

It didn't bother me. I was just trying to cope with an awkward situation by completely...

Ignoring it.

"Sevillo!" he said, a little obnoxiously. "You're not mad, right?"

I turned to face him, but my vision was blurred by a red haze that grew and grew. The awkward silence fed me, although for him it must have been unbearable.

"You disgust me so much. I don't ever want to look at you again."

"Sevillo, don't be like that."

I didn't answer.

After a long silence, Thomas stood up. "You know what? Be like that. It's not even your fucking business anyway. You jealous I'm the only one getting any action in this place? Good. You need to feel some kind of emotion at some point in your life."

I got off of my cot and punched him in the face.

He was going to wake up in the morning with a bruise on his neck, and now one on his face.

This happened just in time as Wally and Oliver walked in.

Thomas at first just stared at me in shock with his hand over the place at his jaw where I had punched him.

Then he whistled, and laughed.

"I can't believe I missed it."

I stared at him apathetically.

"You're not jealous of what I'm doing... you're jealous because of who I'm doing it with."

DOING IT?

"Define doing it."

He raised his eyebrows and said with his white teeth gleaming, "You know."

I punched him again and walked out of the tent. That night I hiked all the way to the digging site and slept in one of the holes.

Then in the morning before anyone woke up, I walked back towards the tent. On the way, I saw Old Lady Walker setting up breakfast as usual. But this time, I walked over to her and helped her carry the tray of tortillas from the house to the rusted table outside.

She smiled at me.

I imagine it was a very rare experience to have been smiled at by Mrs. Walker, even by her husband.

"Yer a nice boy," she said. Her dry lips peeled back to reveal a jagged row of dark, whittled teeth.

I surprised the both of us by kissing her on the cheek.

She put the pitcher of milk down on the table. Milk was a once-in-a-week treat for Greenlake delinquents. She tucked a strand of my hair behind my hair like her granddaughter had done before and walked weakly back into her house.

I missed my mother.

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And to violingirl101, you should especially enjoy the next few chapters.

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