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...I only own what I own.

A/N: And you'll notice that the main character seems to be lacking in the brain department (ex: walls don't move, opening eyes, etc). Well, you gotta think about how weak her mind is at the moment. She remembers nothing and has been through a horrible accident that she isn't even aware of. There's no telling the damage done to her head, and, though I'll never mention how long, she was out for a long time. Contemplate that.

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I sucked in a breath and jerked my hand away just as he was about to say the words I knew he was going to say.

In a shaky voice, I pointed at him and said, "I know you. You're Paul." I shifted to point at the next one I knew. "And you're Dwayne."

They all looked at each other.

All of a sudden, completely out of no where, I was tackled to what I now noticed was a bed in a breath-stopping hug. It happened so fast that I hadn't even seen who had done it.

"You remember me! Oh, I always knew I was your favorite!" It was Paul's voice.

I pushed him off of me and went on to explain, "I only remember your names, voices, and clothes. If I knew your likes, dislikes, personalities, and hobbies before...I don't now. I only remembered the night we first met, and its only because Paul introduced himself the same way he did then. I don't even remember passed the final introduction."

It wasn't until after I had said it that I wished I hadn't. They looked so sad. Why was I feeling so strongly for these boys?

I didn't remember or know much, but I did know that, memory or no memory, I cared for these boys. I was sure of it. If anything, I had to let them no that much...even if it was going to be hard to explain...with plenty of rambling run-ons.

"Hey," my voice was soft with care as they looked up to meet my eyes. "I don't remember much, but I do know that I care about you guys. I don't know how or why or even if you knew, but I do know that I do. Like I said, I don't know why or how, I just have this feeling."

Wow. Maybe not as hard as I thought.

If they didn't know that I had cared about them before, I felt like I was betraying a stranger's secret, even if it had once been my own. If it WAS a secret.

"We know, but its nice to hear that you're making progress and remembering some things. Even if its small, progress is progress," Dwayne assured.

"Well, I'm glad," I replied, holding my index finger in the air and feeling a little more comfortable now. "However, there is one question you have to answer for me..."

They all stared at me, urging me to go on.

"What's my name?" I asked quietly, meekly, my index finger bent in mid-air.

They chuckled, but it was obvious that it was out of pitty.

I just learned something else about myself as I openly glared at all of their sympathetic faces.

I. HATE. PITTY.

A/N: I know it was short but that's just the way I had it written down, but, hey, it means more chapters! :)

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