All But Forgotten {Sequel to Ugly Truth}

Chapter 2: It's Been A While, Hasn't It?

A/N: This chapter is going to a flashback. It is a continuation of our story but it's not like what's happening right now. It's just going to be a whole flashback.

Also I do apologize that I haven't been updating more then expected. It's almost school holiday so expect more then.

Let's say, this chapter is an apology by putting someone very special in it.

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"Night Emma," I gave her a hug. She hugged me back, saying goodnight too. I said goodnight to Henry too before going to my bedroom. She said I could decorate it however I want.

I switched everything off in my room, leaving my fairy lights on. My phone was on my side table just in case someone needed to call me. Staring at the ceiling, my eyes slowly drift into a dark slumber.

The sound of a flute woke me up. It was a lovely melody though. My eyes shot open. I sat up to investigate the matter. Scanning the room, my eyes landed onto a figure that seemed to be dressed in a black suit. The moonlight was perfectly bringing enough light to see only half of it's face. 

Then I figured, it was a boy! A boy dressed in a black suit, in my room! Nobody else knows this, expect for this boy and me. If Emma found out, she would kill me!

I know I should be concerned on how or why there is a boy in my room, but there was something this boy had with him. For some reason, I didn't feel any fear. I felt comfort with this boy. Like I've known him so longer then expected. Which is weird to say to and about a stranger. If I do have to be honest, I've only seen this boy once in my life. Then why do I feel so comfortable with him.

"Hey!" I tried to grab his attention. When his face turned to me, I was able to see all his face.

He did have these puffy cheeks that reminded me of chipmunk cheeks, but in a cute way. His eyebrows were on very define which I really liked. The ears were a little bigger then I expected, but that didn't bother me that much. His eyes were the most memorable feature of his face. That were a memorising shade of green.

"Pearl," his mouthed turned into a smile full of joy. This guy had a British accent that matches his looks perfectly. I know I should be freaking the hell out but, the way it said it.

It sounded like I've heard it a million times. It was actually joyful to hear him say my name. My body was completely calm like I've done this before.

"It been a while, hasn't it?" He asked, standing up and walking over to my bed. He rested his hands on the frame.

"I'm sorry, I don't know who the hell you are?" I stopped him. His facial expression softened, with a little bit of hurt shown.

"You don't remember anything, do you?" He asked, sitting down next to me. I just shook my head with confusion.

"Remember what?" He just chuckled at my reaction. This boy keeps on getting stranger by the minute.

"Never mind," he smirked, "If you don't remember, that's means I haven't introduced myself."

"Yeah, cause I don't know if I'm suppose to remember or not," I spoke out of context.

"I'm Peter, Peter Pan,"

My actions just stop. Question after question just continued to expand in my mind. It would be impossible that this boy is the character Peter Pan! My eyes are double the size they are.

"Impossible!" I spoke, not believing this, "Peter Pan is a -."

"Fairytale character," he cuts me off, "Well I'm not, exactly, like him. There are some things that have changed."

"How?" I asked, still confused.

"Some things aren't always as expected," he just smirked at me. He was god damn right about that!

"You are sure damn right about that," I smile at him, "cause I never expect for Peter Pan to be a teenager, and to be really good looking."

Well, that's coming from a sixteen year old. What'd you expect me to say?

"Why'd you say that?" He asked, really confused, then sighed, "Right, you don't remember."

"What is your purpose here?" I asked.

"I wanted to see you," he smiled, but mumbled the last part, "it would have been nice if you remembered."

I don't know what the hell I'm suppose to remember but whatever it was, it must have involved this guy. Even without my memory, I still feel guilty. He must have been a good friend of mine, or probably a really close one. You would have though that I would remember if we were that close.

"I'm sorry," I felt sympathy for him.

"Why are you apologising?" He asked, "You didn't do anything wrong."

"Yeah! But I still feel guilty that I don't remember you," I sighed, "At least tell me something that happened between us."

"Do you want the honest answer?" He asked. All I did was nod for a response.

"You did kiss me," he smiled. As much as it sounded fake, it did seem believable. I can't see why I wouldn't want to kiss this guy. He seems nice to hang around with.

I moved closer to the boy. Almost our noses touching each other. I didn't have a boyfriend and Emma and Henry were asleep, so I didn't really seem to be so worried. I've had my first kiss before when I was back in Virginia so I didn't need to grow grey hairs.

I just kissed him. No hesitation, just went for it. I was surprised myself when Peter didn't hesitate to kiss me back. It felt very familiar, like I was used to it. The only disappointment I felt was that I didn't remember. I pulled away, staring in those green orbs of his.

"Something like that?" I asked.

"Yeah," he answered, "kiss me again and I'll visit you every month."

"Deal," I grabbed his face, kissing it again.

What was different about this one was that I wanted more. It was full with passion, yet there was hunger in there too, with a pinch of hidden lust. Peter pull me onto his lap, straddling him. My fingertips got tangled into his chestnut hair, gaining a low growl from him.

My eyes shot open. I sat up to find my stuff everywhere were I left it. It was still nighttime. The only problem was that Peter was gone. Of course it would have been a dream. The only thing I'm confused is that, what did he mean that he would visit me every month?