In Neverland (OUAT Peter pan fanfic)

Chapter 2- Memory is a funny thing

I opened my eyes to see a fire burning a meter away, I quickly jumped up on my feet. I looked around, confused, then I remembered blacking out. Peter that asshole....

I spotted him sitting on a log in front of me, he was smirking, his signature look. I glared at him, I brushed the dirt off my shorts and looked at the group of boys surrounding me.

They looked at me curiously, like they'd never seen anything like me before, "Haven't they ever seen a girl before?"

Peter stood up, "They have, it's just been a while."

I continued to glare at him, questions burned in my head, "I think I deserve some answers."

"To what," Peter asked, cocking his head to the side even though I could see he knew exactly what I was talking about.

I scoffed, "how about you tell me where I really am and who they are," I pointed at the boys, still staring at me like I was a new species of some kind.

"I already told you, you're in Neverland," He smirked, "And those are my Lost boys."

I still didn't believe anything he said, he kidnapped me. I pointed at him, "You're not Peter Pan, they're not your lost boys and this is not Neverland!" I yelled.

Peter sighed, "Yes, it is love."

"No, it's not, if it was you wouldn't be such an asshole." I snapped.

"And how would you know?" he asked, smirking. I swear I was going to slap that smirk right of his face.

"Because I know the story!" I suddenly gasped. "Wait, I remember? I can't believe I remembered something!"

Peter just looked at me like I was the crazy one.

"Okay, here's another question. Why can't I remember anything?"

Peter's smirk grew wide across his face, it irritated me. "That's because you lost your memories love."

"What? How?"

"When you came here, you must have lost your memories on the way." He looked at me like that was completely normal.

"I can't just lose my memories," I stated disbelievingly.

"In Neverland you can," He said.

"Okay.... hypothetically say I believed you, how do I get them back?"

"I can give them to you," he smirked, I knew he wouldn't just give me my memories back.

"Really? Then give them back." I said, playing along.

"No, I don't want to," he said, grinning cockily like some 6-year-old who had stolen a baby's rattle.

"Of course, you don't," I sighed in annoyance and looked back to the boys who were watching with interest. "Do you guys have names?"

A tall blonde boy stood forward, he had a scar that ran down the side of his face. "I'm Felix."

I nodded, "how'd you get that scar?" I asked curiously.

"Mermaids."

I laughed, "Sure."

Felix just gave me a puzzled look before gesturing to the other boys, "This is Lance." He gestured to a lean boy with a mock of black hair and brown eyes, they were almost reddish. Lance nodded in response.

"This is Nate, Shaun, Kai and Caleb," He gestured to the short blonde boy from before, a red head, a brown-haired boy with bright blue eyes and a tall, sturdy black-haired boy who I also remembered from the forest.