Hey~ Yeah, I know...I didn't update for a while there. My only excuse is that I've fallen in love... *Smirks like a crazy woman* Lol, yeah. He's great, he treats me right...and I honestly can't imagine how my days would go if he didn't send me those cute 'Good Moring! :)' Texts.

I don't own Once Upon a Time.

Warnings: Probably some swearing...

Crazy For Him

Kagome Narome

Chapter 3 -The Lost Boys

After Peter left, I remained on the slightly dirty and creaking floor, leaning against the bed for a long time.

"Go out and meet the Lost Boys?" I questioned myself. Why would I do that? Why would they want to meet me? "Well, I don't want to meet them!" I exclaimed, getting up and throwing myself backwards onto the bed, my arms crossed against my chest.

I refused to become one of them; Lost. I was not Lost! I just couldn't...remember.

"Of course, there were some things I could remember...but they only made me more confused."

Yet my plans of avoiding them were ruined when the curtain standing as the door was pulled away and something came running in. Something very big, very loud, very disgusting and very smelly.

A wild pig.

I screeched at the top of my lungs and threw myself against the headboard of the bed, the farthest away from the creature. The pig came charging at me, as though it seemed intent on trying to kill me. It made the loudest and most desperate squeal a pig had ever made.

What I did happened so fast but before I knew it I was jumping across the bed, sprinting the small space of the room and leaping through the doorway. If Felix hadn't been there to catch me, I would have fell face first from the tree.

After I found my bearings on the 'deck' of the tree-room thing, I realize I was facing a group of smirking and laughing boys on the ground.

"Did you see her face!?"

"We got to do that again!"

"She was so scared!"

Even Felix, who was still next to me, broke out in a grin then started to laugh, much like the rest of the boys.

I stood there with a scowl burned on my face and rage boiling inside of me. They were tormenting me! They all had to be mental for pulling a trick like that!

And if this was what I would have to put up with before I got out of this crazy and strange place...ugh! I was NOT going to put up with it at all!

"Really? Really!? You all think this was funny!?" I screeched, stomping my foot.

They continued to laugh. "Of course we think it was funny! Did you hear yourself scream? It sounded like a dying cat!"

"Well it wasn't funny for me! You all need to grow up!"

The boys on the ground and even Felix all stopped to stare at me for a moment. Then they burst out laughing once more, though this time harder.

"Did you hear that!?"

"Yeah I heard it Rufio!"

"I can't believe she just said that!"

I found myself completely confused by this. Was what I had said been some sort of joke to them?

"I'm serious! Stop acting like children and immature little boys and grow up!" I shouted again.

Yet again they all laughed.

"I don't think she get's it." Felix called down to them, a ginormous smile pasted on his face. I turned to him, cocking my head to the side.

"What don't I get?" I asked, furrowing my brow.

He looked at me for a moment, probably wondering if what I was asking him was true. But then he shook his head in disbelief, though his smile never faltered. "This is Neverland. No one can tell you what to do here. We do whatever we want, whenever we want. And most of all..." He leaned in closer, his voice light and slow, as though he were explaining this to a four year old. "...we never grow up."

It took me a moment to let that sink in. "Never?" I asked again, turning to the boys on the ground now. "You guys never grow up?"

"Nope! I've been 10 for..." He stopped to count on his fingers for a minute, but he seemed to give up. "Somewhere between 18 and 20 years!"

My face contorted in disbelief and horror. "What!? You mean you don't age!?" I shouted, taking hold of the curtain behind me in surprise.

Another boy stepped forward. "Nope! We never grow up and we never act like an adult!"

"We're Lost Boys! And Lost Boys do what they want!" Another called up to us.

I looked back at Felix, still not fully understanding this. "Wait...you all live here? With no people to take care of you? You're...you're just kids!"

"Well, we kids don't need any people to take care of us. We take care of ourselves and each other." Another boy nodded.

"No Grandmas?" I questioned.

They shook their head.

"No Grandpas or Fathers?"

"Most of our fathers are either dead or abandoned us." Another boy, one with short brown hair, explained.

I looked at Felix for a moment before I leaned down, looking into all of their faces. Before I knew it, I was climbing down the ladder towards them.

"So...you don't have any Mothers, do you?"

They weren't cocky, they didn't shake their heads...they just looked at me. It was as though they were too scared or sad to say anything. Yet...their demeanor, their faces, their vibes told it all.

"There's a reason why they're called the Lost Boys." Felix came up from behind me, his arms crossed. "They are abandoned by their families, their fathers, their mothers. They don't belong anywhere in the world from they once came. They are Lost. No family, no place to go, no reason to continue. Lost Boys."

I frowned, my forehead creasing in confusion and worry. To me; this all sounded like purgatory... "Then there's no way that I'm going to be a Lost Girl." I firmly stated. Some of the kids looked up at me with anger or wonder. Felix just rolled his eyes.

"And how do you know? Didn't Peter say that you were?" Felix smirked, his face smug with what he believed to be the truth.

"If I'm to be a Lost Girl, then that mean's that I've no one to take care of me. But I can just feel it in my bones; I have a family somewhere. I may not be able to remember them, but I just know."

The moment I said that, Felix started to laugh, a few other boys joining in. Though most just looked at me, still struck with their own personal demons.

"What?" I hissed, crossing my arms.

Felix shook his head. "Alright...alright. I'll give you the benefit of the doubt, because even I don't know if you still have family. But, the shadow brought you here, didn't he?" I shivered at the word shadow, remembering the feather light touch it left on my cheek. "You're here, on Neverland, right now. Either way, you're family is us. So you might as well get used to it."

I felt as though I had been slapped. I mean...he was right. We both didn't know if I still had a family. And I was here...and these boys were here with me.

I looked over to them, seeing all their differences and similarities.

Some had brown hair, some had blonde. Only one had orange hair, while a fewer number had black hair. Some had blue eyes, brown eyes, even green. Half the boys were taller, older, while the other half was either short or just in the middle.

Yet they were all boys. They were all here. They all wore clothes that looked as though they hadn't been washed in a while. Though they had different colored hair, it was all wind kissed and tousled and definitely dirty.

And they all looked...happy.

I sighed, my arms falling to my side and my shoulders relaxing. "Alright, why don't you all introduce yourselves?" I suggested.

Their faces broke out in smiles and they all rushed forward, surrounding me. Talk about invading personal space...

"My name is Cutt!" A shorter boy came up, holding his hand out to me. I took his gently, however, he shook mine vigorously. Obviously, he was an overly cheery young man.

"It's nice to meet you, Cutt." I smiled back, massaging my hand the moment I got it back.

And older boy came up, his hands in his pockets and his head tilted back, staring at me lazily. "Name's Trent." I nodded in response, before I turned as my hand was tugged by someone else.

"I'm Rufio!" A tanner skinned boy winked and tilted his head. His shaggy brown hair stuck to his forehead.

More handshakes, head nods, winks and strange stares later, I had learned over six names...the other names I couldn't comprehend.

"There sure are some peculiar names here..." I murmured, looking down at the young, bleach blond boy before me. "What's you're name?" I asked, bending down just a little. This kid had to be only 9 or 8.

"My name is Cry Baby!" He smiled. I furrowed my brow.

"Cry Baby? That's...where did you get that name?" I asked. The boys around him laughed.

"It's cuz he cries whenever something happens." Rufio explained.

"Like, he'll trip and start crying." One boy rolled his eyes. "And when he loses a game, he cries, stops, then sulks all day."

I nodded, as though I understood. But I didn't. Why would they tease him like that? He's only 9...

"Alright, I know you're Felix...and then there's Peter. Is that it?" I asked, turning to Felix.

"What about you? What's you're name?" Cry Baby asked, taking hold of the end of my jacket.

I looked up to meet each and every boy's eyes. They were all looking at me curiously. I remembered that they had asked me this the other day, before I freaked out.

So, I opened my mouth, hesitantly. "To be completely honest, I don't know my name." I explained, scratching the back of my head.

"Well...maybe I might. I just don't want to say it then find out that it really isn't my name."

Felix chuckled. "Then we'll have to give her a nickname. What do you think, boys?" Felix took his club from off his shoulder, leaning on it as though it were a cane. The boys around me cheered and started to shout names.

"Girly!"

"Screamer!"

"Freak out!"

"Hey, that's not that bad...'Freak Out'..." Felix smirked. My mouth dropped open in offense.

"Whoa! What!?" I screeched.

"Actually, Screamer might work as well." Felix added.

"NO!" I stomped my foot on the ground, something warm spurting from underneath it. The boys backed away from me but I continued to yell. "I refuse to have those names! It's...it's oppressive and rude! And very much not true!" I walked forward , marching up to Felix. He stared at me for a moment with a shocked face as I continued to rant. But then he looked past me, looking at something as though it were the most important thing in the world.

"What are you looking at!?" I yelled, turning around.

I found that the grass I had been standing on not minutes ago had been scorched black and a small yet intense fire was left behind. "Oh my gosh! Did one of you try to burn me!? By throwing fire at my feet!? What the hell!?" I swung my arms out, clenching my eyes shut in rage. My hands felt heavy and hot as I held them out.

I heard gaps and whispers come from the boys. I peeked my eyes open just a bit to see them staring at me, afraid. It made me feel...bad. So I closed my eyes again, sighing deeply. I clenched my clammy hands and placed them back at my side, shaking my head.

"I don't want any of those to be my nickname." I calmly stated, turning away from them. I did not make my way towards Peter's Tree Room. I walked right past it and further into the forest, holding myself with my crossed arms.

When I had seen them afraid of me, it...broke my heart. Why did it make me feel bad? I mean, I know I was angry! And I should have been! They were calling me names that offended me and I wasn't going to put up with any of that. But...I honestly didn't think that I had yelled that loud.

Not enough to scare them.

"I don't belong here." I sighed, closing my eyes lightly.

Aww, poor non-named OC...doesn't think she belongs in Neverland.

What do you guys think?

What about the creepy fire that started by her feet? Really think that the Lost Boys did it? Or are other things at work here? :3

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