The Lost Boys

The Lost Boys by hwimsey

Twilight Fan Fic, Rated M, EPOV and BPOV, Lemons, All human...for the most part :)

If a genie were to come to me and grant me one single wish, I would wish that hwimsey would finish this entire story in a day so that I could know what happens! I just finished chapter 17 today which is the last chapter she's updated and I'm dying over here!!! This very well topped my favorites list. It is full of romance, humor and mystery. Hwimsey is freakin brilliant and no lie, she could write about the anatomy of worms or something and I'd definitely read it. This story is just, for lack of a better word, smart.

Edward has been tortured for as long as he can remember by a girl that he had never met, yet he longed for. His music is written about her, his life is for her. When he sees a girl sitting in a pub in London, he knows he's found her. The only problem is, she is a student in San Fransisco and he doesn't even know her name.

He talks his band mates, Jasper and Emmett, into going to San Francisco to find her. They think they are going to play their music. A one of a kind sound.

Bella had went to London to study abroad, when she first saw Edward playing in a pub. She followed him all over London, completely in love with the man behind the lyrics. Back home, her best friends, Alice and Rosalie drag her out to a bar to see a new band, The Lost Boys.

When Edward Cullen takes the stage, Bella is floored. She cannot even believe its actually him. Rosalie and Alice are more than taken back by Jasper and Emmett, too.

When Rosalie, Alice, and Bella move into the second floor of an old house, they are stunned when they find out who shares the bottom floor. The Lost Boys, of course. What happens when Bella and Edward run into each other? Does Edward ever tell Bella that she's the girl he's been looking for his entire life? Will Bella tell him that she practically stalked him in London? Also, there is some other mystery everyone in the house must figure out. A mystery that haunts the entire house.

A little piece of the story:

I swung around to the direction of the bar where Emmett had been addressing, but I couldn’t see anyone. The whole audience was going crazy, shouting and clapping louder and louder.
The lights dimmed a little bit more and a man laconically climbed up the stage, his head slightly ducked, a small, almost embarrassed smile on his face, half apology, half mischief.
Everything disappeared at that moment, the crowded table, the smoke, the music, even my hyperventilating friends. And one thing remained. His face. His intense green eyes, buzzing and alive.
He sided up to the microphone as he slipped on his guitar and plugged it in. He spoke in a clipped accent. A voice I would remember anywhere.
“Hello, all. I’m Edward. Edward Cullen. Terribly sorry for being late.”

Check out this fan made trailer for The Lost Boys.