The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)

Paul Imagine

Dedicated to @anniek400

OC: Annie
Character: Paul
Scenario: Annie has fancied Paul for ages, but has been too shy. One night Dwayne and Marko catch her and smirk. They nudge Paul and whisper in his ear. You quickly leave. Next night, Annie finds Laddie lost and afraid. She helps him and he excitedly leads her to the boys where she finds out Paul is her mate. (Can end in smut)
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Ah, Santa Carla. Not the best place in the world, but definitely a beach with a high body count. In fact, my best friend of two years had just disappeared yesterday, and no one can find him or his body. But, only I know what might've happened to him. And there's only one way to find out.

"Hey, Annie. How's your mother?" I walk past the 'stoners' of the boardwalk, and face Jacklin, who's smoking a cigarette. She sneers at me in my 'tough-girl' get-up.

"Not like you'd care, but she's dying."

"Tell her I say 'hi'." She says, stamping the cigarette out on the ground.

"I will definitely try."

I walk towards the stairs and see four guys who seem to visit here and prowl the boardwalk every night. Every time they're around, someone vanishes from the face of the earth. I mean, who wouldn't want to go have a secret life with The Lost Boys? They're special. They're inclusive. And, they're also very peckish in their taste of who they (supposedly) kill.

I only have my eye on one of them, and he's the second to youngest. His wild, blonde locks cascade down his leather jacket collar, and his eyes are a deep blue. He locks gazes with me, but I quickly look away.

The Native American boy smacks the youngest on the shoulder, and they smirk at me, and I turn to walk the other way, wanting to avoid a confrontation from them. I may wear a leather jacket, but it doesn't mean I like to get myself in trouble. I don't need that. Especially when my mom's dying.

Out of the corner of my vision, the Native American whispers in the dirty blonde's ear, and he looks back at me. At that moment, I quickly grab my bike and peddle home.

Next night

The next night, I find myself standing at the same place the boys were occupying last night. I could see why they liked this spot. Good view to scope out potential meals.

I stroll through the sea of shops and come across a little boy, wearing a button-up 'vampire' jacket. He looks up at me, lost and afraid.

"Please help me. I lost my brothers."

"I'll help you. Take me to the last place you saw them at." He takes my hand in his own small one, and leads me back the way I came. I see the four boys at the rail, overlooking the beach of Surf Nazis. "What's your name, little guy?"

"Laddie."

"Cool, I'm Annie."

"These are my brothers. David, Dwayne, Paul, and Marko."

I look up at the dirty blonde, meeting his gaze once again. "Hello again." I say, wanting to leave.

"Hi, I'm Paul." Paul looks directly at me, and touches my shoulder. A bolt of lightning shoots from his hand to my body. I shake and look into his blue eyes. A voice inside says 'mate', and I swing my arms around him, grabbing Paul in a hug. "I think I've found my other half."

"Me too."

"Let's roll, boys and girl."
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Opinions? Not up for writing smut right now, so this is my best.