Summary: A girl has lost her memory. She wakes up and four strange yet familiar faces surround her. They claim to be her family, and, as she attains a few memories here and there, they seem to be telling the truth. However, how she got into her current state is unknown to all of them but her own memory. They MUST find out what happened to her, but what if things get a little slowed when she starts getting feelings for one of "her" boys?

Obvious Disclaimer: I don't own The Lost Boys, but, God, I wish I did...

A/N: Memories tend to be short, but guess what follows them soon after...CHAPTERS!

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**********************Memory**************************

I stood amidst a very sweaty crowd on the Boardwalk at the stage.

I was laughing and dancing and having the time of my life watching the sweaty shirtless guy sing and play the saxophone on stage. I couldn't hardly understand the words that he sang, buthe sounded good singing them.

I felt like I was being watched. I had felt that way for a while now.

Some time, about half-way through the shirtles guy's performance, I was shoved out of the big crowd and into the open. Well, so to speak, seeing as there were still a lot of people walking around.

When I turned around to gp hunt down the dude that shoved me, I ran straight into a brick wall. I say 'brick wall' because, when I ran into the PERSON'S BACK, that person didn't move even the lightest bit.

"Oh! Sorry," I apologized.

Damn my clumsiness! I should really learn to look before I walk.

The person...guy...turned around and took in my apperance.

I decided to do the same to him. If he can be so bold, why can't I?

He was wearing all black, even a vintage-looking black trench coat. His outfit contrasted well to his platinum blond mullet. He was also undeniably hot, especially with that smirk on his face.

"I'm David," he almost purred, the smirk still present on his face.

I opened my mouth to introduce myself but a voice interrupted out of thin air.

"Hey, cutie, I'm Marko," the voice stated.

The one called Marko seemingly appeared out of no where, draping his arm over my shoulders.

I took his incredibly handsome and heart-stopping appearance. He had curly blond hair and a sexy Cheshire Cat smile. He was wearing an eccentric and colorful jacket adorned with patches and other random items. Under his jacket was a ripped up tank-top showing his tight stomach. For pants he wore blue jeans and black leather chaps to cover them.

These two had to be bikers.

"That's Dwayne," Marko stated, pointing to a dude who was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome. "He doesn't talk much."

"Dwayne" was wearing black leather pants and a black leather jacket with no shirt. He had long, dark hair and seemed uncaring aside from the smirk and the wink he sent my way.

I was about to introduce myself when, in one swift move, Marko was shoved out of the way and my hand was captured by a tall guy with wild blond hair. He was wearing a vintage jacket, tight white pants, and knee-high boots. His arms had many bracelets on them.

He brought my hand to his lips and introduced, "I'm Paul."

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