All But Forgotten {Sequel to Ugly Truth}

Chapter 5: I Seriously Needed To Talk To You

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We returned to the house we were staying at. We all had a separate room to ourselves. They all looked the same, though. Emma's room just had a bathroom with it, lucky!

I decided to head straight to bed. Everything in this town is weird. It's like their hiding something from us or more like Henry. I changed into my pajamas then hopped into bed, pulling the covers over my head. I didn't feel like showing my face to anyone right now.

It only took me three minutes for the flute I was begging to hear to begin playing. It was that time again. The only reason I love dreaming. A smile grew on my lips. I removed the cover to be greeted by the boy himself. Now this was a boy who I wanted to show my face to.

The moonlight hitting him perfectly, him in his black suit and the green eyes I loved so much. Even though I don't remember him, I still loved him. I still feel guilty that I don't remember.

"Peter!" I smiled, climbing out of my bed and running into his arms.

"Hello love," he hugged me, pulling me close, before kissing me. Feeling his warmth made me feel joy in my body.

"I seriously needed to talk to you," I sighed, letting him go and crawling back into bed. He followed right behind me, taking a seat next to me. He removed the blazer he had on, letting it hang on the end bed post.

"What wrong?" He asked, kind of scared, "is there a reason you need to talk to me?"

"Well, probably because I'm in a new town," I stated, "some town in Maine called 'StoryBrooke', and for some reason, they keep on referring themselves to fairytales. But that's not the only weird things that's happened to me over the past few days."

"Weird as is?" He asked.

"Weird as in my friends from New York turned into weird creatures that looked like monkeys that also has wings," I said like it was nothing, shrugging it off, "then I met a creep who has a hook for a hand, and now Emma is on a case that brought us to this mess up town."

"Trust me, this isn't weird from where I'm from," he smirked.

"Of course you would say that," I giggled, "you're Peter Pan! Speaking of which, why do you always keep me here instead of taking me to NeverLand?"

"It's- kinda hard to explain," he stuttered a little.

"What? You ran out of pixie dust?" I made a joke.

"I'm actually pretty happy you don't remember," Peter smiled, gently taking my hands, placing them in between his.

"Can you at least tell me what out happened between us?" I begged, crawling forward to his figure.

My fingers teasingly removing the maroon tie from his shirt. My lips only brushing over his, making him beg for more.

"I don't want to," he smirked at my actions, "it hard to explain."

"Are you sure?" I asked, with mischief hidden underneath all the not so innocence. My lips caging his between mine. A hand pressed against his jaw while another crept up his plants, up his thigh. I felt Peter smirked into the kiss.

"No matter how tempting you are," he smirked, "I'm not gonna tell you."

"Fine," I huffed, stopping my actions and returning to my originally position.

"Is there anything else you want to tell me before I handle some business with you," he asked.

"Well there is someone that I've met," I reminded myself of the boy from the library.

"Who?" He asked, pretending to be happy. I could tell he was worried about who I met.

It might be someone he has crossed paths with. Maybe an old lost boy his was friends with. Probably someone he just knew as a friend? My mind was now question if I should tell him or not.

"Sean," I just let it out.

"What did he look like?" He asked, his tone completely changing.

This time, his tone was serious. More like pissed off, and I mean really pissed. Sean defiantly wasn't a friend. I had a feeling I shouldn't ask what happened between the two. Maybe I had something to do with this? There's a lot of questions in my mind right now.

"He-his hair was raven black, and his eyes were a very bright shade of blue!" I started describing the boy, "He also has this box black glasses."

"Where'd you meet him?" He asked, still serious. His eyes were showing flames that were filled anger and disgust.

"The library," I answered, a little unsure.

"Of course, that bastard," his mumbled to himself. So they were enemies, or something like that?

"Peter?" I asked, grabbing his attention back to me, "I thought you were going to handle some business?"

"Of course," he smirked, crawling on top of me, making me to lay down.

I rested in my elbows for support. His fingers worked on the buttons that were lined down his black shirt. Removing them from their sockets. His lips attacking my neck first, making my head fall back, a sigh of pleasure leaving my mouth. I stared at the wall behind me, a bit of fear shown in my face.

"Do you think they'll hear us?" I asked.

"They didn't hear us back in New York, so I bet they won't here," his smirked against my neck. A hand on my outer thigh, pulling me closer to his body, making me moan silently.

"Did anything like this happened before I lost my memory?" I asked.

"Unfortunately not, and it was painful not having you like this," his words soothed into my ears, "but now, you're all mine."

--- Authors Note ---
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