Gypsy(A Lost Boys Fanfiction)

Nothing Last's Forever

I lay on the bed and stare at the four boys sitting around the room just outside my own, speaking in hushed tones and stealing glances at the broken gypsy laying in a sea of fabrics in the next room. I study them, every inch of each of their bodies; catching their eyes at times and looking deep into their souls. They seemed just about genuine, but mystery lurked underneath their skin.. Something deeper, something more.

"Gypsy." None made eye contact with me, but the platuim blonde had spoken my name with ease. Now that I was awake and had my head on just about straight, I was able to catch these little things about them that made me shiver. Just like that...How did he know my name?

"How do you my name?" The words came tumbling out of my mouth before I had time to catch it. I felt a little regret afterwards, but my attitude had outweighed the bad emotion; and I couldn't do a thing about it. Though it was a question, a question I needed awnsered no matter how rude I was being to my saviours.

They all looked at the plautium blonde with huge eyes and opened mouths, though he was kept at cool, as if that smirk of his knew something that the rest didnt. And I guess in his mind, it did.

"Gypsy was a statement, though now I guess we've learnt your name." He replied with a chucke, sending the rest of the boys into a cackling laughter.

Statement?

I looked down at my clothes, they were the same as any normal young 19 year old out there.. A pair of rough looking skin tight jeans, ripped causually and frayed at the knees, a long with a black Johnny Cash vintage concert t-shirt.

My shoes were missing, but I soon noticed them on the stone floor beside the bed. Some would never know how far those converse hightops have traveled and how many bridges they've seeked comfort underneath. But I've got the bracelets around my wrists to prove that Ive been to one end of the country to another.. Bracelets, my rings, my necklace; my jewlery, a dead give a way.

I peer down at my wrists and for a moment I'm not laying in a cave, a strangers home, I'm laying underneath a bridge on the south side of Phoenix with my back pack and enough food to last me the rest of the night. A drifter, a Gypsy.

Maybe it was a give-away, but than maybe these boys were too smart. I peer across the room at them again.

The platium blonde was sitting in a wheelchair on the west side of the room, as if he was the king on the throne and the boys were his servents. He had an air to him that instantly let me know he was their leader, and maybe in one way, their saviour; thats the way it seemed on the outside looking in. Though he had something unexplainable about him, it made me go speachless, and I never go speachless..

Both strawberry blondes sit on the fountain that contains no means of water, only a ghetto blaster and an assortment of starfish and CD's collecting dust as they hang from where the crystal chandlier was suppose to be. One blonde looked a lot like the 80s hipster with his jacket of colourful patches and black leather chaps. He held a baby face with a Cheasire cat grin that any girl could love. But the other wild child blonde sitting next to him held a rockstar look.

Well, I cant exactly say that because they all look like rockstars, but he reminded me a lot of Twisted Sister.

He had the hair and the wild look to match, he seemed like a guy who would seek fun. He seemed like the type to flirt, but only a girl could know.

Than the last of the boys, a heavy set brunette, lounged on the worn sofa, a tattered copy of "Peterpan and The Lost Boys." sitting in this right hand as he stared off into spacious room; waiting for another to speak. His eyes shone wisdom, kinda like the platium on the other side of the room. Both seemed wise beyond their years, sorta like myself in a way. They've seen things, they've been places a normal person wouldn't be able to keep their food down. And I guess they savoured whatever they could while it lasted, because nothing lasted forever.

Thats why I've learnt to enjoy the music while it lasted and savour the memory while it stayed with me, because as you grow older you learn that not everything stayed; nothing lasts forever.

I let my eyes stray to the ceiling as I lay back and close my eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I knew the comfort seemed unreal for a group of strangers, but I was in love with the feeling of being able to lay in a bed for once. I missed that feeling, a long with one I've never been able to feel before this.. The feeling of being saved. Part of me wondered why they had, considering their rough exterior, but the other part of me just pushed the thought away for a rainy day.

I wanted to enjoy the comfort before it decided to end like everything else.

"You'll like it here, Gypsy."

My eyes snap opened to where I find the boys sitting in silence, David staring across the room towards me. He was giving me that look that made me feel like the centre of the universe; but I ignored it and turned on my side for another quick nap. I have to try an stretch this stay out for as long as possible, because for once, I really don't wanna leave.

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I fall asleep for what seems like eturnity, and when my mind is ready, I awake in a dream state. I'm dreaming, but I see each of the boys as they were before I fell into an uncounsiousness.

Each are being introduced to me with a kind smile and flashes of their personalitys. Paul comes first, hes the Twisted Sister look alike.

With his cackling laughter and rock-box booming to some unfamiliar sounding Guns and Roses song, he grins and waves towards dream me.

The rest of the boys follow in pursuit, each showing a couple parts of their personality as they wave at me. Dwyane's the brunette, and I'm shown a book case with "Peter-Pan and The Lost Boys" thrown ontop.

Marko shows a paint brush and collectiables, and David; my dream stretches..

He smirks towards dream me, and I'm shown the Santa Carla boardwalk, motorbikes, the cave, and suddenly his body twists and I'm sucked out of my dream as flashes of red splat the walls and I awake into the real world.

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