*I've tried at two other stories and I didn't like them as much. I deleted them so don't bother

looking for them. This is going to be my last one....and I kind of like it so far..But that's because I

know what the second chapter is about..and no, it's not like it's happy during that part so don't

go judging it already.*

"Leave me alone, you bastard!"cried Kit. Her face red in rage. She strode pass Peter and

sauntered out the

swinging door. It showed a split image of Peter and when Kit looked back in he was gone.

"Serves the bastard

right."she murmured. As if trying to comfort herself. She disappeared upstairs to hide. On the

wooden floor pictures

were scattered. Pictures of Neverland and it's inhabinates.

Kit's light evenly tanned body was shivering with each breath she took. A small tear fell from

her icy blue

eyes. Her cheeks were possibly rosy from the rage she had been in. She had choppy blonde hair

that really just made

who she was. She wore a vintage black dress and no shoes.

Peter had blonde hair that seemed he hacked at it himself and dark green eyes. His body was

tanned from

his time in Neverland. He wore a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans. He sat on Kit's roof staring

at the stars.

Morning would be coming soon and he would have to wait until the next night to leave. But he

floated upwards and

started leaving. Wondering if he would ever be back.

She stared at the pictures. She had a photo of the fairies dancing beautifully and to the naked

eye seem just

like dragon flies but people who knew what they were could see it. A picture of Hook that had

him with one leg

propped up on a rock. He had his hook held menacingly in the air. A picture of the Lost Boys

sitting around

laughing. A photo of the Indians having a feast with Peter and the Lost Boys. A picture of Tiger

Lily creeping up on

an animal. The pirates tying up the Lost Boys. Mermaids trying to drown pirates. Peter and Hook

fighting. Peter with

a cocky grin and Hook with a sinister grin. Even a photo of the crocodile basking in the sunlight

with a hungering

look in his eyes. Then the last picture of Kit kissing Peter. Kit had taken all the pictures except

the last one and she

knew not who took it. She looked as if she was going to rip it but a knock on her window

disturbed her.

Slowly and cautiously she opened it. Staring back at her was the one and only Captain Jas

Hook. "What are

you doing here?"growled Kit. "The skies in Neverland are stormy." "So?" "They are only stormy

when Peter is either

sad, mad, or dead," Her dinner seemed to lurch in her throat. "But he's not dead," Her dinner

went back down and

she felt relieved. "I'm guessing you made him sad." "I made him sad?"questioned Kit. "By

leaving him." "I want to

make it clear that he hurt me." "You don't seem hurt." "Hurt isn't just on the outside. It's in the

inside as well." "I

see." "Are we actually having a civilized conversastion?"asked Kit sarcastically. Hook smirked.

"Guess so." "So why

do you care that Peter is sad?" "The storm and the snow is making it hard to move about." "I'm

not going back if

your asking me to." "When have I ever asked you for anything?" "Are you saying that you are

just going to take

me?" "I never offered the idea. You made me think of it." She rested her head in her hands and

closed her eyes. "I

can't."

Hook began looking through the photos and a few that Kit had taken that weren't mentioned.

"These are

good pictures."he said. "Are you saying that because you are in them?" "Well, that's a plus."he

said slowly. "Thought

so." She watched him examine the one of her and Peter kissing. "Who took this one? I'm

guessing you were usually

the behind the camera girl." "Ya. I have no idea." "Hm. Well, it's a good picture. You two seemed

to, dare I say, love

each other." "I wish we didn't. It would of made it so much easier if we didn't." "Life isn't easy."

"In Neverland it's

supposed to be." "I suppose so." "Has Peter ever loved before?" "Yes." "Who?" "Wendy Moira

Angela Darling."

"So she is real?" "Yes." "Peter doesn't remember her." "No, no he doesn't. Neverland does not

improve your memory

in any one. It degrades it most likely." "You seem to remember things. And the Indians. And the

Mermaids. Almost

everyone remembers things except Peter and the Lost Boys." "Because they are forever children."

"I don't think I could forever be a child." "Everyone can forever be a child, Kit." "Maybe I don't

want to."

"Then you I give a clap to." "Why?" "Everyone I speak to wish they could either stay a child

forever or go back to

being a child." "Maybe when I'm older I'll want to be a child." "It'll be too late then." "It's never

too late for

anything." "They try to make you believe that, that remark is true but it is not." "You have been

through the stage of

a child in Neverland, Hook, tell me, why did you grow up?" He looked carefully at the young

sixteen year old girl

before him. "I had to grow up." "I'll go now, let's go." "Alright. Just remember I hadn't forced you

into it." "I will."

She grabbed her camera that had a new roll of film in it. Kit walked out the window and sat on

the ship.

Dawn was breaking in and the stars were slowly winking out. But the Jolly Roger zoomed off

into the sky

and towards the right one before it winked out. They made it through the star and slowly began

drifting back to the

ground. Being up in the sky during a storm is not the best thing. Kit looked at the pirates messing

around with the

masses and quickly took a picture. The flash mistaken for a flash of lightening.

*Did you like it? Well, I hope you did. ^.^*