a/n: Hi friends, I've come to you with a fanfiction that, hopefully, you'll enjoy as much as I enjoyed writing it. Feel free to review and let me know what you think; I don't usually post my writing online and it would be great to have some type of feedback. Anyways, hope you like it!

disclaimer: Unfortunately, I don't own Peter Pan.

Sawyer and I sat on a broken log on the far side of the clearing that we usually came to for training, away from everyone else, and especially away from the Wendy Lady. I wanted absolutely nothing to do with her, to me she just seemed like bad news, and she continuously stole attention from Peter. I wasn't the only one that didn't like her very much, Nibs secretly agreed with my opinion.

"Birdie," Sawyer said after some time of the silence that I was growing too fond of, "I'm telling you- she really isn't bad, okay? When she first got here I also thought that she was annoying, but I spent time with her. Real, actual, quality time, and she's alright."

I shook my head with a frown, and stared at Sawyer's brown eyes in irritation, "I don't give a shit and I don't like her. You can't change my mind, Sawyer."

"Why do you not like her, hm?" Sawyer pressed, staring straight back at me. "Why is it that you despise her so when she's done nothing to you? You've literally spoken two words to each other."

"I just don't like her. She gives me a bad feeling."

"You say that about everyone."

"Well," I replied, "I mean it this time."

"Stop being so stubborn and give her a chance, Birdie." Sawyer said.

I played with a few strands of my long brunette locks in a weak attempt to hide my annoyance, the 'tough girl' façade that I usually had was fading away to true frustration, "No," I retorted. "I don't want to, I wont, and I will never. She already gets enough attention from Peter, why would she need any from me?"

Sawyer started laughing, the type of laugh that starts quietly and gradually turns into a really obnoxious noise. I shot him a dirty look, and he slowed his laughing so that he could speak, "I see what this is about."

"Whatever."

"I see a little green monster peaking over your shoulder."

I turned and faced him, his shaggy brown hair shook lightly with his suppressed laughs, and I gave him a hard punch to the shoulder, "Shut the hell up."

"Oh- there it is again! It must be all that denial and refusal built up inside that tiny little-"

"Shut up!" I belted out loudly, and fortunately, none of the boys across the clearing cared enough to find out what had happened. "If I tell you that I'm jealous, will you just shut your mouth?"

I'll admit that over the many years that I'd been present in Neverland, I'd caught feelings for the flying boy. But he managed to charm everyone like that, and I was definitely no exception. If he had you wrapped around his finger like that, than he would always try and use that to his advantage.

"Sure," Sawyer shrugged, his permanent grin sneaking onto his adorable features, "But I don't need you to tell me. I already know."

With a small shake of my head in annoyance, I stood up and pulled him with me before we began to make our way to the group of boys who were all huddled together and surrounding something. I pushed my way to the front of the boys, only to come face to face with Peter and the Wendy Lady, and Peter was teaching her how to throw a dagger. He was standing behind her, guiding her fingers and arms by using his own wrapped around her petite body. I had to fight with myself not to roll my eyes at the sight, and I noticed Sawyer chuckling at me once more from the corner of my eye. With a frown stretching across my features, I punched him in the arm again.

"This is hopeless!" Wendy said as she missed the bull's-eye that Peter had painted on the trunk of a tree. The dagger landed in the dirt about a few feet away from it.

"Nah," Peter said with a small chuckle before he went to retrieve his dagger, and I faintly noticed the B that I'd carved into the hilt of it long ago. "You'll get it eventually, maybe you just need someone to train you."

"Oh, but Peter, I wouldn't want to bother anyone with it." Wendy replied.

"No one will mind, right guys?" Peter smirked at everyone.

The group of boys around me all replied with a 'no', but I would never say such things. Of course it would bother me- who is Peter kidding? He was too quick to assume that we'd always ask 'how high' if he told us to jump, but I wasn't like everyone else. Even he'd discovered that over the years, but somehow he still managed to make me do things even if I had refused.

"Aw," Wendy smiled shyly at us, and I only raised my eyebrow at her. "You all are quite sweet."

Peter's smirk never left his face, "Yeah, they're real skilled too. So, Wendy, would you like someone to train you?"

"Sure, Peter."

"Alright," he replied, and immediately turned to face me. His signature smirk traveled up to his gleaming green eyes mischievously, "Birdie, you'll train her."

"No," I scoffed, glancing from Peter to Wendy, who immediately cast her eyes downward at my stare. "I've other things to do besides train someone."

"Oh really? And what do you have to do?" Peter challenged, crossing his arms.

"Things that you don't need to worry about, so I'd prefer it if someone else would train her."

"Come on, Birdie," pleaded Peter. "You're the best one when it comes to archery."

"So?"

"Oh, but Birdie," Wendy interjected, and my annoyance increased ever so slightly. It seemed that I could only be irritated lately. "I know a few things about archery, most certainly not as much as you, but I'd like to think that I'm a little experienced."

"Alright," Peter said, the smirk still ever present on his face, and he threw a lazy arm over Wendy. "Then she'll do it."

Another scoff managed to escape my lips, and I turned to quickly shove my way through the boys and into the clearing. I headed for the tree line, where I disappeared into a long trail home. I was not flying nor did I have any intention to walk back to Home Tree with them, especially if Wendy was there. Why couldn't Peter just train her? He's not the best at archery, but surely he could teach her some things, more than what I'd bother to teach her tomorrow at least.

Besides, like I said, I've other things to do than to train someone like her. Obviously they aren't very important things, but they still need to be done. For instance, take a damn bath in Tigerlilly's hidden hot spring that she'd shown me long ago. I could also use a bit of time with Lily, she's the only girl here that could possibly understand my annoyance when it came to Wendy, and she's more like me than anyone else in Neverland that I knew.

The familiar crunching of leaves sounded behind me, but I didn't care to look back. "What, Sawyer?"

The boy appeared beside me and blew out a deep breath, "You gotta stop running away from your problems, geez- you make me run too."

"You need the exercise," I made a meager attempt to joke.

"Maybe," replied Sawyer, "But you don't. Can't you just be open with Peter about this? It's Peter, he would understand."

"Open with him, are you joking, Sawyer?" I scoffed angrily. "What the hell do you want me to tell him? That I like him? You're a real idiot, you know that?"

No matter how close Sawyer and I were, he really didn't seem to understand that I wasn't as open as the other Lost Boys. I had to enclose myself if I was to be the only Lost Girl; being caught by Hook because somehow in the future he'd use my feelings against me to get to Pan, was not on the top of my priority list.

"Well," Sawyer threw his hands in the air in exasperation. "How else is he supposed to find out?"

"He's not."

"You've got to tell him some time, Birdie, especially if you expect anything to come from it."

And as much as I never would have admitted it then, we both knew that he was right, and nothing would ever become of Peter and I if I did nothing but sit back and watch. But I couldn't just come out and confess something so extreme, especially to a boy who would never be able to understand or feel the same way about me. Who would choose a broken Lost Girl over a beautiful Worldling girl? Stupid.

At the end of the day, I was no better than Tink; a jealous girl who'd always managed to be a thorn in everyone's side with my infamous attitude issues. But the pixie only had the ability to feel one thing at a time because she was so tiny. I could feel multiple emotions though, and sometimes, this was what ruined my entire mood or day. Not Wendy or anyone else who seemed to get in the way, but just myself, because not even I could predict how I would act sometimes. When Wendy had first arrived only a few days ago, I had immediately jumped to conclusions and ran from Home Tree far into the forest. But Sawyer being Sawyer always knew when something was horribly wrong, and he'd followed me all the way to other side of the island just to talk me through my weak point. He knew just as much as I did that I wasn't as much of a tough Lost Girl as I made myself out to be, and I just hoped that he would never take advantage of that like everyone else probably would.

Sawyer and I walked the long trail back to Home Tree for quite some time, but I didn't mind, and I also didn't mind that Sawyer never managed to push away the silence that I enjoyed so much. I would never refuse a break to get away from the Lost Boys that never stopped talking or fighting. At least I had someone who could understand me, and I was secretly appreciative for Sawyer, for he always managed to make me feel better even if I was a very stubborn and closed off girl.