Leaving the Past by Emily

Summary: Laddie moves on.
Categories: Laddie, Lost Boys
Characters: Laddie
Genres: None
Pairing(s): None
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 1 Completed: Yes Word count: 751 Read: 1476 Published: 28 Apr 2009 Updated: 28 Apr 2009
Story Notes:
Disclaimer: Characters from The Lost Boys belong to WB Studios. "Leavin' Today" belongs to Christina Aguilera.

Leaving the Past Behind by Emily

The hot summer months of August stressed Laddie. Although he got along with the tourists OK and enjoyed watching the Boardwalk activities, he found the heat unbearable. As the memories came flooding back this summer however, Laddie barely responded to the suffocating air around him.

I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change

His damp T-shirt clung to his body as he moved. Sweat tingled from the eighteen-year-old's forehead, thick and sticky. His back ached from the weight of his rucksack, which dug into his shoulders, leaving scorched red marks on his sunburned skin. His brown eyes danced, as though excited for the changing season of summer into autumn. An autumn, which he expected, would be especially cold this year.

Slowly drifting into a peaceful breeze
Tongue tied and twisted are all my memories
Celebrating a fantasy come true
Packing all my bags
I'm finally on the move

As the wind swept through his short hair, Laddie inhaled long and hard, wanting to take in every exuberance he could remember from the boardwalk and Santa Carla. His motorbike roared underneath him and the sharp wind against his face reminded him of his childhood in Santa Carla. One summer night, when he rode with those bikers. He could not remember exactly who they were, just traces of hair colour or those deep brown eyes. He knew Star had been with him though and so he figured it had probably been friends of his parents.

I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change

Down to the cave where posters still hung against the water matted walls. Salt air clung around him. He swung around the fountain and towards the back wall of the cave. He had found the cave when he was around sixteen; the first bike ride he took had taken him there. Feeling jaded he fell back against the dove coloured bed sheets, exhaling in exhaustion and allowing himself to slip into dreams.

As I'm driving, I'm captured by the view
So much beauty
The road becomes my muse
The heat is rising and my hands surfs through the wind
Cool, calm, collected is the child that lies within, see

As the bike swerved, Laddie's small body clung forward to the Latino man in front of him. The wind whipped through his long hair, flipping it backwards into Laddie's face. Comfortable, Laddie ignored the hair, concentrating instead on the security he felt with his friends. In a swift red daze, each was thrown to the ground. The four stood up in front of Laddie.

The Lost Boys.

I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change
I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change

Laddie awoke, feeling disorientated. His dream was already forgotten, once more hidden to the recesses of his mind. He heaved himself upwards and walked a last circuit around his teenage haunt. He paused behind the wheelchair.

"Goodbye"

But somehow I miss it, I think I'll really miss it one day
I turn up the radio and I feel like I've never felt before
Turn down the memories of yesteryears and broken dreams I bring
Finally free

As he drove home and packed his things, he let regret enter his mind. Perhaps he may actually miss Santa Carla as crazy as it was. Nevertheless, his suitcases were packed and his university fees paid. He loaded his bike onto the ship near the docks and sent it out, to reach England soon after he would. As the taxi left Santa Carla, Laddie took in a final breath of the ocean air, and smiled as he looked at the graffiti covered welcome board, adorned in `Surf Nazi' images. He failed to notice the minuscule picture in the corner, which pictured four stick men and the slogan `Lost?'

Slowly drifting into a peaceful breeze
I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change
I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change
I'm leaving today
Livin' it
Leaving it to change

He managed a smile as he boarded the plane to the overly made up flight attendant. He stayed strong as he entered his dorm room in the York University halls. As his classes progressed, he even enjoyed them, particularly the crime classes, which focused on case studies from his own Santa Carla. They focused on a series of murders from when he was around six.

But somehow I miss it, I think I'll really miss it
One day

Strange. He couldn't remember any of it.

The End
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