"I'm not as lost as you like to believe!" The blonde haired boy shouted. The fox suit he wore was quite large compared to him. He was skinny, almost scrawny, and his skin was tanned from long days spent outside. Round, blue eyes sat on either side of his rather pointy nose.
"Slightly! Would you just listen for a minute?" Peter demanded loudly. Peter was the polar oppisite of Slightly, even though they had both been Lost Boys.
"No! I will not listen to you! I don't have to, and won't!" Slightly continued shouting, "And I'm leaving if you keep refusing to awknowledge that!"
Slightly turned away from Peter. Tears had began forming in his eyes. He was an easy crier. But he couldn't let Peter see that; a long while ago, Peter had told them to never let someone see them cry. It was very unlike a Lost Boy to be crying in public.
He didn't mean anything he was saying. He never like to say that he hated Peter. Ever. But oftener and oftener, he was thinking it. Peter didn't understand him. He didn't understand any of the Lost Boys! If Slightly didn't stand up to Peter now, no on ever would.
Imagine that; the Lost Boys continuing to be lost. Peter, Nibs, Cubby, the Twins, Tootles, and himself; they just needed to find themselves. They couldn't continue to be these trouble-making boys forever. Slightly needed to know who he was. Who was he?
"I need to know who I am." Slightly whispered between quiet sobs.
"I know that, Slightly."
Slightly jerked around, and faced Peter. Peter was also crying. He had never seen the notorious Peter Pan in such an emotional state. The blonde felt his knees buckle, and he collapsed onto the ground. When he looked back up, Peter had knelt onto the ground beside him.
"That's why we are lost. We don't know who we are or were." Peter said, "But all I know about you, is that your name in Neverland is Slightly. You are the second eldest of the Lost Boys. Your hair is blonde. You never listen to anyone but your own heart. And, I love you."
Peter leaned in towards Slightly, and pressed his own lips against the other Lost Boy. Peter closed his eyes, just like Wendy had when she had taught him what a kiss was, and Slightly did the same. They stayed frozen like that, and the world seemed to freeze as well.
Did anything exist anymore? Where were they? Who were they anymore?
When they finally parted the sweet kiss, Slightly spoke in a soft voice, tears and sobs long forgotten.
"You forgot something on that list of your's, Peter."
"And what's that?"
Slightly leaned back in towards Peter, but didn't kiss him this time. Slightly; that's who he was. And, Neverland; that's where he'd always be.
"I love an insane, flying boy named Peter Pan"