"Who are you? Why do you keep coming to my house?" The girl had a bat positioned to hit the boy trespassing in her room. All he did was grin widely. "Oi!" She poked him, "Speak up now!"
The boy started to float up only two inches off the ground, and he stuck his hand out to greet her. "Hello, Emma. My name is Peter."
She lightly set the bat down by her bed, backing up. "Peter...?" Peter glided over to her bed, kicked up his legs, and laid on it a bit too comfortably for Emma's liking. "Do I know you? How do you know me? And how the hell can you fly?"
He sat up, "You mean, you don't know who I am?"
And then, in that instant, her eyes got really wide; Emma knew who he was, and she wasn't happy about it in the least. "Peter Pan.
"There you go," Peter said, closing his eyes.
Emma snapped, "Now that introductions are over, feel free to leave any time you like." She took the edge of her covers that Peter was still laying on and flipped him off of the bed.
He shot her a mean glare, rubbing his head. "Fine, fine. But tell me one thing, Em." Raising her eyebrows at him, he continued. "Normally, people are super excited to see me, and wish for me to take them off to Neverland. Why didn't you?"
"Because, Peter, I'm probably dreaming, since you aren't exactly real, and Neverland is quite stupid. What's the point in staying young forever and fighting pirates, getting drowned by mermaids? I can't wait to grow up." Emma explained, rolling over in bed. Peter started to fly off, before she said, "Oh, and don't let the door hit you on the way out."