I don't condone under-age Drinking or smoking or anything of the sorts but if you do that, I don't mind. It's your life, so read this responsibly and don't use it to model your own life, you've been warned.
I was sitting on the barrel. Henry was sitting on the crate. The room was warm due to the fire and the old TV was turned low so we could think. Our two room clubhouse was still filled with trash that we'd always vowed to clean up. Never gonna happen. I looked at the old bird clock on the wall. 11:57, time for Henry to ask the same question he did every New Years Eve since we met 12 years ago "So, Lydia, what's your idea of the perfect world?" he asked.
In reality I would have said a world with constant tormenting. Where my father and brother weren't tormented by his parent. Where he was tormenting me. Where his family didn't think we were lowest on the Life scale. A world without the pain of those idiots harassing Henry and I. A world where I didn't have a MASSIVE crush on him and his most loyal henchman.
"A world without Peter Pan." I said coolly as I lifted my beer-bottle.
Henry smirked and raised his beer bottle too. "Here, here." We clinked our bottles and chugged. Once we were finished we looked at the TV. The Announcer was counting down. We joined him.
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The ball dropped. "Happy New Year." I said monotonously as I stood up and went to the back of the room, opposite the TV and plopped down on the old, wiry couch. Henry soon stood and slid next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I curled into him. He was warm and smelled like cologne.
Ever since Henry's grandfather had taken me in as his daughter when I was 4 and on the streets Henry had been my closest friend and ally in my fight against the normal world. Our weirdness had always synchronized perfectly. His father and mother were amazing too, always treating me like I was really part of the family. And of course my dad, Robert Gold, was an angel and a darling. He spoiled me rotten and protected me like a precious jewel. They were the few people who made my crap-filled life a little less crappy.
I snuggled closer to Henry and looked around the clubhouse. His godmother paid for the electricity. It was an old broken down two room house. The other room was blocked from my view by the ¾ wall. We were in the 10-by-15 living room that was dimly lit by the 60's single-bulb hanging light in the center of the room and the dying fire on the other side of the room. The other room was the kitchen and it was full of old newspapers, a crappy stove that only had one working burner and a God-knows how old microwave. There was other garbage too. Stuff that was already there and the crap we had let accumulate since we'd 'moved in'.
Henry threw the comforter from the side of the couch over us and pulled me a little closer. Eventually I could hear him lightly snoring and his breaths evening out. It was all very calming and serene. The smell of Henry's cologne and aftershave was lulling and I was nodding off quickly.
I eventually succumbed to the call of sleep and in less than ten minutes I was out-cold in Henry's arms, dreaming about Peter-Frickin-Pan and his Hotter-Than-The-Sun henchman Felix Dawson.
First they were chasing me down the hallway of the high school in a game of Capture the Princess, the game they'd been playing for years since they gave me the nickname Princess for having the last name Gold and being spoiled. Then Peter had me pinned to the lockers, kissing me. Once he let me go he told me to run and I did. I slipped on the floor when I made a sharp left turn into the Seniors hallway, and I slid right in front of Felix's locker. Coincidentally, Felix was the one who got to me. He smiled menacingly and walked towards me. He smirked and held a hand out to me. I reached for it and he closed his hand around mine, pulling me up. His grip was firm but he was surprisingly gentle. He smirked down mischievously at me, pulling me close with a hand around my waist and the other curling into my hair. He was being very gentle as he pulled me closer and closer. Our lips brushed each other's. His lips were really warm and I was tangling my hands in his messy hair, pulling him closer. He let the hand around my waist tug me even closer. He was rubbing the back of my head gently and I was about to-
"Lydia, wake up." My eyes snapped open and I turned my head to look and Henry. He smiled lightly at me and moved to get up. "It's 10:45, we need to get home. I yawned and nodded. He helped me up and pulled me on his back for a piggy-back-ride, and then we off into the woods, heading for out houses in Storybrook.
My first OUaT fan fiction, please be kind. I'm open to suggestions and reviews. :D
-Ninja
