It was a peculiar thing to think about the most mysterious boys in Santa Carla proving that they cared for you. It caused many citizens upon the boardwalk to bat a few eyelashes and glue their eyelashes to you. They knew not to mess with you.
David, the charismatic leader of the group, would send one ghoulish glower at an offender and send them quaking in their boots. He was awfully protective of you, and whenever you would stray - he would show up and command you to come away with him.
Dwayne was practically your personal body guard, his muscular stature was almost impenetrable. And his hawk-like glare and brooding expression would cause sheer uncomfortable energy to surround and overwhelm whomever was bothering you. He was like your guarded wall.
Paul and Marko were a duet in proving they cared for you, always offering you a sense of entertainment and a wonderful sense of humor. If you were upset, Paul would horse around, doing impressions of famous people or pretending to be an animal or something immature and funny. Marko would flash you his Cheshire Cat grin, which always made you happy; along with his shoulder to cry on.
Neither of these boys were comforting with words, but their presence made you feel safe, as they brought you care and a fun night for eternity.
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The Lost Boys Imagines and Preferences (Requests open)
Fanfiction"They're only noodles Michael. Tell me, how could a million Chinese people be wrong." Just a typical Imagines book. Requests are open, just pm me or comment. Can write smut.
