Welcome to the Jungle (David) (The Lost Boys)

Alone Time

"See? Told you we'd be fine."

I sigh and glare at Michael. "It isn't funny."

He shrugs.

"I can't believe you thought we took you on some kind of suicide pact mission," he laughs.

I groan.

"Can I go home yet?"

David half-smiles at me.

"Not enjoying yourself?" He asks.

I shrug.

"Well, considering I just had about three heart attacks in a row, not really."

David nods.

"Alright, that's fair. Boys, why don't you go enjoy yourselves? Antagonize people on the boardwalk or something," he suggests as he looks at me.

Worry settles in my stomach as I watch them leave.

"What would you like to do?" David asks me once everyone else is gone.

I shrug. "I'm not really sure. Usually I'm getting ready for bed at this time."

He chuckles.

"Alright, come with me."

"Where are we going?" I wonder.

I should've known better than to ask that question. He doesn't answer, of course.

To my dismay, he climbs onto his motorcycle. I don't hesitate as I get behind him and wrap my arms around his abdomen.

We drive for ten minutes or so before he pulls over and shuts off the engine. I hop off, always glad to be away from that thing. He laughs as he gets off with me.

We're at a beach, I'm pretty sure. He leads me over a long wooden bridge and over some hills. I follow him wordlessly.

He stops in a little sandy nook between two massive rocks.

"I found this spot a few years ago. I think it's gorgeous," he says.

I look around. I've never been to a beach, so I have nothing to compare it to. But it is beautiful.

"It is," I agree.

In the ocean, the almost-full moon is reflecting off the ripples. Almost nobody is here, due to the hour, so there isn't too much noise.

I watch a bird pick something from the sand, then fly off into the night sky. It becomes a dot among the stars as it flies farther away.

"You look really pretty today," David blurts.

My cheeks warm a little, and I look at him.

"What?"

He smiles. "You heard me."

My head ducks a little as my cheeks grow warmer.

"Well, thanks. I suppose."

He chuckles. "You're welcome. I suppose."

Both of us sit down in the sand. He looks at me for a minute, then beams.

"Tell me about yourself."

I frown, drawing patterns in the sand with my finger. "What do you want to know?"

He shrugs. "Let's start with the basics. Like, um, what's your favorite color?"

I smile. "Yellow."

"Why?"

I shrug, looking at him.

"Because it makes me happy."

He nods.

"What's yours?" I wonder.

His answer comes after a few seconds.

"Red."

I nod. "Why red?"

"I'm not sure."

We're quiet for a second.

"When's your birthday?" He asks.

"March fourteenth."

We spend the next several hours getting to know each other. I'm exhausted, and can't stop yawning, but I don't mind really.

About an hour before sunrise, he stands up. I follow, dusting the sand from my clothes.

"I should get you home. You ready?" He asks.

I nod, and he smiles.

"Okay. Let's go."