Justin Maxwell, an 18 year old Trans Man from Brunswick Georgie, moved to the energetic town of Santa Carla only 2 weeks ago. After spending days alone, preparing his new home, he decided to go for his first ever outing onto the boardwalk. The sun set slowly along the horizon, as people started to come out and the music started to sound. Light littered the crowded boardwalk, but everyone was just a blur in his eyes compared to who he had laid his eyes on. 3 mysterious boys sat along their motorcycles, while another boy held his arms around a woman's waist against the railing. Next to the man and woman, was a younger boy, who looked bored and seemed to be begging something of the woman. Justin kept walking, not moving his eyes away from the 4 boys. He couldn't shake the devil-may-care attitude that they let off, and not to mention their aura. If eyes could kill you, then the 4 boys would be dead. What he didn't realize that night, was how he wasn't the only one staring. And this time, someone might actually end up dead. I do not own the rights to Lost Boys or its characters. This is purely fanfiction and strays off of the original movie and books path a little bit. This book contains MATURE CONTENTS: Including but not limited to; Mentions of Sexual Assault, Abuse, and Self Harm as well as Implications of Abuse and Self Harm. I will not detail anything when it comes to Sexual Assault, but the mentions of it will be enough to trigger someone. Please be respectful, and keep your words nice and friendly!
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