Lost in the shadows - The lost Boys

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Lydia walked away from the comic book store, the wind causing her hair to fly around. She needed to see him, to talk to him.

She rolled her eyes as she saw Michael and Star up ahead. They where like some loved up couple. She sighed and bit her lip.

"Lydia". She heard the soft whisper from right behind her. He was standing there, his eyes were like the ocean. His blonde hair was slightly ruffled, a flick coming down at the front.

He had his black coat and leather gloves on. Her eyes travelled back to his face. His usual cool smirk was gone. "David". She whispered, rushing towards him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and she could feel him stiffening under neath her body.

He slowly wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her in close, his face resting in her neck. "We need to talk". She whispered. His response was a simple nod.

He pulled away and grabbed her hand. She looked around to see if Michael had caught them. She sighed in relief as he hadn't.

They walked over to David's bike. He quickly sat down and laid out his hand. Lydia gently placed her hand in and climbed on. "I'm sorry I don't have a helmet". He muttered. She nodded and wrapped her arms around his muscular waist.

She rested her head on his shoulder and shut her eyes as he sped off. Her hair was now really blowing around as the wind whipped it back. She had managed to open her eyes and looked at the boardwalk that was glistening in the distance.

She held onto his hand tightly as they walked into the old hotel. She looked around in awe. "You like The Doors to then?" She asked looking up at the huge poster of Jim Morrison.

She could feel David standing behind her. He gently moved her hair to the other side and pressed a small kiss onto her neck. "I am". He whispered. She could feel her eyes fluttering gently. She turned around to face him.

She opened her mouth to speak but was cut of by his lips on her's. He gently pushed her towards the old sofa. Her back arched as she wanted more. "We need to talk". She said looking up at him. He sighed and sat backwards.

A small nod of his head told her to start. "How is it I can hear you? When your not even near me?" She asked. He licked his lip and stood up, moving towards a case. He pulled out a bottle that was full of jewels.

He sat back down beside her and took a sip. He handed her the bottle and she shook her head. "I'm not thirsty". She muttered softly. He nodded and looked away. It was quiet for a few moments before answering.

"There are things out there that you wouldn't believe in Lydia. Things that you are way to innocent to see". He muttered. She frowned and moved closer. "What do you mean?" She asked. He turned his head to face her. "I'm dangerous". He answered softly.

She shook her head and scoffed. "Now your sounding like Michael. If it's drugs your all on you can get help. Professional help that will actually help you all". She cried. She frowned and asked. "It is drugs your all on right?" She feared his answer.

He shook his head gently and looked at her. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you". Was all he said. She frowned and moved closer, gently grabbing his face. "Tell me David. I won't be angry. I just want to know". He looked at her and nodded.

"I'm a....".