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===Lyra===

"Who is that?" Peter to me as I was looking at the picture on my iPod.

I jump a bit, then smile back down at the screen, "Oh, him? That was Jay. He was my boyfriend before I moved. The one guy I truly loved…other than my dad."

Peter scoffs and sits next to me, "Love is just a myth."

I frown, "Love is the most wonderful thing in the world, when all else fails, love is there to keep you up. True, after I moved, I realized Jay was not good for me, I mean, he was the one who got me to start with the shrooms…"

I could tell he didn't understand much of what I said, but he shook his head and continued, "Love is gross…girls are gross." His tone was childish as he crosses his arms.

I can't help but laugh, "You didn't think I was gross last night."

His face became red, he really didn't know how to responds to that. He knew that I was right, and his face soon became angry, he stood and walked away, shouting to the boys, "Alright, boys, time to go get Hook!" the boys below them shouted in agreement.

He turns his head back to me, a hint of anger still there, "Stay here, I don't want to have to save you." He ran off, smirking a bit.

He was cute. Gorgeous really, but I didn't want to have to put myself in danger for him. I could see on his face that deep down he wanted me to. I got up from the sack and looked to where they were running off to.

"I'm so sorry." The chimes came back and I looked to the floating figure in front of me, "But, it seems you are fine." She snares a bit and looks out to Peter and the boy. The anger leaves her and smiles.

"It's very fine. He is…very…childish." It was the only word I could think of other than attractive.

She laughs a bit, "Yes, he is. He never wants to grow up."

"I could tell. But he knows nothing." I whispered to her, like I was gossiping.

"He knows things." She crosses her arms.

"He knows nothing about being a teenager. He probably doesn't even know what sex is." This really was a problem when he becomes an adult.

She looks at me, sympathetically, "Well, I was going to ask you to come with me, but it's clear he needs you here." She smiles again, "Anything I can do for you, just say it."

I think for a second, then smirk, "Yeah, I need a favor."

===Peter Pan===

We quietly walked up to the ship, "Alright everyone, you know what to do on my signal." They all nodded. I walked up to the ship casually, "You got me, Cap'n. I give in." I throw my hands into the air, bowing my head to hide my small smirk.

The crew turned their heads, looking amazed at me walking in.

The red pirate walks out of his quarters, laughing, "I knew I would get you one of these days, Pan!" he grabs me with his hook, tugging me away.

"Hey!" a loud, female voice came from the ship. Everyone looked up, even me, to see Lyra, standing, he hands resting on her hips. Wow…those hips…

I was startled at first, but smirked.

"Where I come from, playing with a little boy is illegal." She looks to me and smirks. Really? A man could not play with a boy without going to jail? Her world was much stranger than I thought.

He growled, and let me go, "I'll get you, Little Girl!" he ran after her, grabbing here, and putting his hook up to her neck.

Anger came within me, I had wanted to save Wendy when she was in danger, but I hadn't gotten this feeling. It was like, I was happy to be around Lyra, but I hated seeing her in danger or hurt. It confused me, these feelings. I ran up and swung across the cloth, grabbing Lyra from Hooks loose grip. My arm wrapped around her defining hip, my face became a bit hot as I gripped tight to her. These feeling were stranger than anything I have ever experienced.

She batted her eye lashes, "Sorry, I just couldn't stay away from trouble."

I smirk, "Well it's a good thing I was here, huh?"

She nods her head, wrapping her arms around neck. My face got even hotter. Why was it doing this? It was just two arms? L swing back to the Boys' area, setting her down in the grass. "He didn't hurt you, did he?" I look to her neck.

"I think he cut my neck a bit as you pull me away, but I'll be fine." She smiled, touching the scratch on the side of the neck. It was long, not looking too deep, but still painful.

"Oh, I'm sorry." I run to grab my set of bandages. I come back, wrapping it around her neck, "How is that?" I stand back, looking at her neck, which looked four times as think with the bandages.

"No, no. I'll be fine." She says, unwrapping the bandage, "I would rather breathe than have this wrapped up." She stood up and smiled, "Thanks though."

I stand, following her, "No problem, it's my job to save those in trouble." I stand, nobly, but she ignores, walking into the forest. "Hey!" I follow her, "You probably shouldn't go there without someone with you that knows the way."

She turns to me, smirking, "Well, gee. You know the way, don't you?" and she turns around, walking forward.

I sigh, following her. She put in something into her ears and soon began humming a tune.

Well two can play at that game. I pull my pan pipe and begin to play as song I know. It grabs Lyra's attention and she takes out her headphones, listening to the tune. She smiles and starts to climb a tree. She finds a good sized trunk and sits on it, listening contently to my music. I stop, bringing my pipes down, she claps her hands together and smiles.

"I love it!" I hadn't ever seen someone smile so happily, did music really make her that happy, "You are really good."

"Thanks." I smile, climbing up the tree and sitting next to her, "You like music?"

She nods her head, "If I didn't have music, I would probably go insane. My father says I got that from my mom, she heard music all the time." She looks up to the afternoon sky, the sun high in the air.

"Your mom?" I questioned her.

"Yeah." She sighs, "She left after I was born. My dad said she had a good reason, and loved me very much. He sees a lot of her in me."

"Well you still have your father." I look to the ground.

She places her hand on my shoulder, "Whatever the reason is that they aren't here is, I'm sure they regret it and love you. I mean, every parent loves their child, it's like, human nature." My face gets warm as her gentle hand rests on my shoulder. It was just a hand, why am I reacting like it's such a big deal. I kept glancing at the hand on me, and soon, Lyra noticed.

Her face got a bit red too as she snatched it back, "Sorry."

I poke her cheek, "What does this mean? It has been happening to me a lot."

"What has been?" she looks confused, tilting her head to the side.

"When your cheeks get hot and red, I don't understand what it means."

Her whole face gets red, like a raspberry, "That's what it is!" I point.

She looks to the ground, "well….well…it means…it's like this…" she takes a deep breath, "It happens when someone you like, very much I guess, does something that makes you a bit embarrassed, or flattered….I mean, for example…" she takes another deep breath, "If you have strong feeling for a girl, and she, say…sends you a nice compliment, or brushes against you as she walks by, you might blush." She sighs, "Does this make sense?" her face still red.

"But this doesn't happen around the Boys, because I like them very much, but I never 'blush' if they walk by." I was confused; she wasn't very good at explaining, "It only happens around you."

She stiffens, looking out past the trees. Her face got even redder than before. This was what I was talking about, but I don't understand what it means.

"I-I-I-I…it-it-it happens when you like a person, typically of the different gender, very, very much." She pauses, "Do you know what a 'crush' on someone is?" she turns to me.

I nod my head; Tink explained it to me when she "fell in love" with another teen that came here a while ago.

"Good…when you blush…it-it has to do with having a crush on someone…like I said before." she swallows hard.

I rub my chin, "I see…..now this makes more sense…"

===Lyra===

Peter contemplated for a bit, processing the definition of "blushing". Did he really have a crush on me? He said it himself he blushes around me. My face has gotten red a few times around him. I mean, I know that I like Peter, I mean, he is gorgeous, and he's quick-witted, and a bunch of other desirable things.

"I think I understand it now." His face looked that he was thinking, in fact, the face was a bit exaggerated.

"Good. Now helps me get down from this tree." I stood, looking down trying to place my feet in the right place so I wouldn't fall.

With a single jump, Peter was standing on the grass, holding out his hand, "Alright, com'on them."

I took a step forward to his arms. He grabbed me, but went off balance, and we fell to the ground, me on top of him

Both our faces go bright red.

Peter smiles, like he found a great new discovery, "You are blushing."

I laugh nervously, "So are you."

The smile goes away on his face and he bites his lower lip.

"We should go back now, Lyra." He scratches the back of his head.

I jump up, "Sorry! Yeah, we should." I agree with him and turn around, walking back. I grab my iPod and put on "When the Day Met the Night" by Panic! At the Disco. Well he was just hangin' around. Then he fell in love, and he didn't know how. Be he couldn't get out. Just hangin' around, then he fell in love.

A sudden hand grabbed mine. I ripped out one of my ear buds and turned to see Peter with a raised eyebrow, "It's this way."

I smile and follow him back to the site, where the rest of the boys sat around a table. All of their heads turned at once. They look at us and one pipes in, "You guys are holding hands?" I look down to still see my hand locked with his. We both pull apart and blush, looking away.

All of the teens at the table rise and walk towards me, "So, Lyra, we are going to go fishing, you want to come with?"

Another walked up, "Lyra, would you like to help me with cooking tonight meal."

One walks up to me, probably to oldest; I would have said he was probably eighteen or nineteen, "Hey, Lyra," a smirk formed onto his face, "Can I see you naked again?"

There was a loud clap, and when I looked up, not only was he on the ground, but Peter was standing next to me, hand clenched in a fist.

After I got over my shock at the situation, I crouched down to the boy and whispered into his ear, "I don't care if Peter over here defends me, but next time, if you ask me that again, I will personally kick you straight in the balls you won't be able to pee without immense pain, got that?" I smile sweetly. I could tell he was more adapt then the others, just his face told me that he knew more about these kind of things than the rest of them.

He scrambles up and dusts himself off, I stand up after him, "Got you loud and clear, Ma'am." He nods his head.

I lean over to whisper to him, "You're a gross pervert too." I pull back and smile again. He frowns and walks away. Yes, he was probably the only one that knew a thing or two around here.

Peter stood, frightened and confused, "Why did I just do that? I didn't even think about it, I just did it…" he pauses and looks up to me, "And why did he say that? I take it, it wasn't nice?"

I look to him, blushing a bit. Peter didn't know it, but he defended me from another guy. It was really sweet, his subconscious new everything, but he himself didn't know what it meant.


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