'The Lost Boys is a story about the supernatural, about love, music and friendship. When Joey Gray first meets this strange mysterious boy who never leaves the cemetery, she never imagined her life would be turned upside down. Together they will hav...
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The next day, I woke up very early, in a very good mood.
I was going to track Tristan down at the cemetery after lunch. I hoped he would be there, but since we hadn't agreed plans to meet, I didn't know for sure. However, I had nothing else to do, so I thought I should give it a try. After all, the worst that could happen would be having a nice afternoon walk alone in the cemetery. I had enjoyed walking there yesterday– before I got lost – and the weather was still crisp and dry.
I wasn't fooling myself, though – mostly I wanted to see Tristan again. I couldn't forget the sad look he had given me before I walked away from the cemetery yesterday. He'd looked so . . . lonely. What harm could it do to keep him company today? I had really enjoyed talking to him; he was clever, witty and charming, even if he was slightly odd in his manner. The fact that he was drop-dead gorgeous didn't hurt, either.
I passed the morning unpacking. After a quick lunch with my mom, I put on my best jeans, my favorite orange hoodie, my old Converse shoes, and re-styled my pony-tail really high. I didn't like wearing my hair down much. It was always in a pony-tail and my mom was always complaining about it. She wanted me to let it hang loose since I had "such beautiful hair".
But I was always on the side of comfort instead of beauty. Comfortable clothes, comfortable hairdo, comfortable shoes. Make-up was always a challenge for me, too. I've tried a few times, but I thought I always ended up looking like a hooker. You need to have skills to apply make-up, and I most certainly didn't have any. So I decided to stick with just my favorite tangerine lip-gloss today. After all, it wasn't like I was trying to impress a guy I'd just met yesterday. A pony-tail and lip-gloss were more than fine.
I yelled to my mom to let her know I was going for a walk, grabbed a warm coat and left the house.
I got to the cemetery in less than ten minutes, much faster than the day before. I didn't have the gigantic vase of flowers to slow me down this time! I entered the front gates with light steps and walked around for a while. I didn't remember exactly where I'd met Tristan, since I had been lost at the time. I just remembered it was in the old part of the cemetery, somewhere at the centre.
I walked for about twenty minutes without finding a living soul. It was just me and the dead.
After a while I started to recognize a few of the more elaborate decayed tombs and a beheaded angel with one broken wing that I'd seen right before I'd found Tristan sitting on a tomb. That tomb right over there! Hey! I had found it!
I looked around for him, but there wasn't anyone in sight. What was I expecting? That he'd be here all day long waiting for me? Stupid, Joe.
