A/N: Alright, Chapter 2 already out! The story starts to pick up in this one. I'm already working on Chapter 3, so it won't be long. Enjoy! Oh, and R&R! (That stands for Read and Review, children.)

WARNINGS: yaoi, boy/boy pairing. If this offends you, then don't read it. Mild cussing.

Disclaimer: The original storyline and characters go to J.M. Barrie.

II. The Lost Boys

I woke up to find six chubby, little faces peeping back at me. I screamed and scrambled backwards wildly to hit a wooden wall. I had a strange sense of déjà vu.

"She's awake!" said a little chestnut colored boy in a raccoon suit said to an identical little boy in another suit.

"Is she sick?" asked a plump one in a bear costume.

"Reckon she's a phantom with those dark rings under her eyes?" a tall, blonde haired one in a florid fox costume proposed.

"Are you our new mommy?" a little toddler with raven hair in a skunk suit asked me.

I was too flabbergasted to answer, but a voice like the wind whistling through the trees answered for me. "No, he can't be your mommy, guys. Guys can't be mommies."

I looked up to see a bright, smiling face blocking the sunlight that poured in through a doorway. The first thing I noticed about this boy was that his emerald eyes had a dancing glint in them, even in the shade. His cheeks were flushed, though from exercise or excitement, I didn't know. Oh great. A morning person. Then I fully woke up and remembered everything.

"So it wasn't a dream?" I sighed, dazed.

"If you're talking about us, then no!" Peter Pan chuckled, and plopped down on the makeshift bed next to me, which made me flush for some reason.

"Who are all these kids?" I asked, looking at the little children. They couldn't be older than ten.

"Oh! Introductions!" Peter jumped up to his feet, pulling me by the arm outside, for it was far too cramped inside that hollowed-out tree.

The sunlight blinded me momentarily. I grumbled a bit at having to get up, but my discomfort was forgotten when I looked around at the breathtaking scenery. Everywhere were weeping willows and oak trees, and many others. They're branches hugging the little clearing. I looked up to find little bridges and planks going across from one tree house to another. The sun, although bright, twinkled through the leaves to through a merry glow on the small forest.

"Lost Boys, at attention!" Peter called out.

My gaze was snapped back to my hosts, which were currently standing at attention in a line in order of smallest to tallest, with Peter standing before them, hands on his hips, feet spread apart in a commanding way. "Round off!"

"Slightly! My skills are slingshot and finding secret passageways!" shouted the fox-boy like a soldier at boot camp.

"Curly! I can find the tastierests foods and eat 'em fast, too!" shouted the bear-boy, but in as loud a voice as Slightly.

"We're the Twins!" said the two raccoons simultaneously. One had his tongue sticking out stupidly. "We specialize in tag-teaming and throwing rocks!"

"Nibs, thir! I thpecialize in gatherin' firewood an Thlightly thays, I hath a lithp!" said a short, scraggly one in a too-big bunny costume.

"Tootles! I see pretty good and Peter calls me clumsy, sometimes," giggled a little skunk-boy. I didn't see what was so funny.

"And I'm Peter Pan!" exclaimed said boy as he jumped into pose, his nose high. "And this is Tinker Bell!" the little fairy, whom I had forgotten until now, stuck her tongue out at me, and swirled around Peter's head a couple of times.

"We've met," I drawled. Well, aside from their grammar, the — Lost Boys, was it? — didn't sound all that bad.

"Now, you've got to meet Tiger Lily!" Peter was practically bouncing up and down like a little kid. Well, I suppose he still is a kid. "We'll see what she can do about those eyes of yours."

"Wait!" I said hurriedly. "This isn't —!"

My voice was cut off as he pulled me by the arm with so much strength that I lunged forward and nearly tripped, but he pulled me up with his strength as well. He ran, dragging me along, and his gang followed him. The trees rushed past us until they became a green blur drawn out. I struggled to keep up, and I tripped a lot (it's hard to run in tight jeans), but each time, Peter pulled me along, supporting my weight with a single arm.

Suddenly, the blur sharpened into a grassy plain, and I tumbled forward from the sudden halt, but Peter pulled me back by the arm, so I flung backwards against his chest. Disoriented, I looked up into his sparkling green eyes. "We're here! At the Indian's village!"

It took a while for the noises he made to form words into my head, because I was enthralled by his emerald orbs. Note to self: Never look Peter in the eye. He is a hypnotist.

As the words formed sentences, I jumped out of Peter's arms, with the help of Tinker Bell, pulling me by my overgrown hair. Now, I finally got a good look at my surroundings. We were standing in a small lake of grass; the breeze was light and dancing. Teepees dotted the landscape like trees in forest, mismatched and unorganized. They were brightly painted with geometric designs and pictures of nature. People dressed in buckskins and furs milled about, doing their business. A few looked up at the sight of the boys. Their faces were as tanned as their clothes. And they were all girls no older than thirteen.

One little girl with black braids, and four feathers sticking out of the back of her head band strolled up to us. She had three red triangles each on her cheeks, and smiled widely at Peter and then looked at me with her black eyes, and then back to Peter.

"Will, this is Tiger Lily, chief of the Indian tribe!" Peter said, gesturing towards the small girl. She looked about ten or so.

"The tribe ith full of girlth!" bunny-boy piped in.

"Thanks, Nibs, I noticed," I rolled my eyes.

Tinker Bell dashed about between Tiger Lily and Peter angrily, her fairy dust splashing everywhere, and bells clanged.

"Hey, stop that, Tink!" Peter Pan shooed her away like a fly. "Don't be rude to Tiger Lily."

"It's so wonderful to see you again, Peter," Tiger Lily bashed her eyes, smiling giddily, hands clasped behind her, grinding a hole softly into the dirt with her toe. "We should play together again sometime."

Oh joy. A love triangle.

"Maybe we can do that today, Tiger Lily, but I need you to look at my friend, Will, first. He seems to be sick." Peter didn't seem to notice the young girl's advances.

Tiger Lily shot her beady eyes at me. She examined me closely and then stopped on my eyes. "Oh dear! He looks like a phantom!"

This shit was seriously getting old. "Ok, everyone stop this and listen to me!" I threw my hands into the air and stood apart from everyone. "I'm not sick, and I'm not a ghost! You see, this is just mascara!" I wiped a bit of the black crud off of my face, and it smeared slightly. "It's like face paint. I'm perfectly alright!"

Everyone stared at me in silence. And then all at once, they all heaved a big, "Oh!"

"Hey, that gives me an idea as to what game we can play!" Peter jutted in with his mischievous smile. "Hide-And-Go-Seek!"

"Oh, that's a marvelous idea!" Tiger Lily clapped her hands animatedly.

The Lost Boys whooped their approval, and Tinker Bell had an unhappy pout.

"And Will can be 'it'!" Peter pointed at me.

"What?" I gasped. "I don't know this place! I'll get lost!"

"Don't be silly! We're already lost!" Peter laughed.

I glared at him.

"Here, if it'll make you feel any better, you can have Tink, here, as a guide!"

The little fairy instantly protested, sounding like someone dropped a bunch of spoons on a tile floor. Tiger Lily agreed ardently, most likely thinking it the best chance to get close to Peter. After all, I don't think I've ever seen him without Tinker Bell, in the few hours that I've been here.

"Oh, don't be a poor sport, Tink! Do it for me! Please! Will's a novice, and you're an expert at this game!"

Tinker Bell, who was standing in mid air with her arms crossed defiantly, blushed in her glowing essence, and shot a glance at Peter's puppy eyes. She slumped her shoulders in defeat, and floated over towards me.

"Alright, now, Will, close your eyes and count to twenty!" said Peter.

"Oh, come on, do I really have to?" I whined. I'd rather just follow you around.

"It'll be time for you to have fun with Tink! Come on, Will!"

"Yeah, come on, Will!" Curly cooed.

"Yeah!"

"Come on, Will!"

"Fine," I gave in, with a depressed sigh. "If it'll make you stop giving me those puppy eyes."

"Yay!" the boys all jumped together in victory.

"Now cover your eyes," Peter put my hand over my eyes. "And count to twenty. Slowly."

"You guys are such wankers…One…Two…"

I could hear their excited giggles and scrambling, and the scuffing of Tiger Lily's moccasins on the waxy grass. Tinker Bell flitted around my head in impatience, her jingling annoying me.

"Nineteen…Twenty! Ready or not, here I don't come," I grumbled, taking my hands off of my face and looking at an empty field. I didn't even know where to start.

Tinker Bell flew in front of me, gesturing towards the forest. She tugged on the sleeve of my jacket, trying to move me. Oh yeah, that was right. Tinker Bell didn't cover her eyes, so she was which way the boys went. "Lead the way, Tink!"

I followed the little golden glow deep into the forest. It seemed like Tink picked the densest foliage to walk through, but I supposed that it made sense if I was trying to find a hiding person. Soon, I found myself next to a mossy pond. The canopy of the trees was so thick that it felt more like night time than the late morning. I knelt down next to the pond, and looked at my reflection in the dark waters.

My black hair (it used to be a strawberry red, like my mother's, but I died it a dark black in the 6th grade. Bright red was just never my color) fell in front of my face, flattened out of its curliness to match the current fashion. My eyes were a light hazel, almost yellow, and the black around my eyes only made them brighter, even though one eye was now smeared. I didn't think I was good looking. After all, girls aren't into the thin, short, button-nosed, weak, artsy type. I resembled a girl more than most of my female friends, but that wasn't saying much. I suppose the only un-girly quality about me was that I didn't make a big fuss over everything. Unlike Tinker Bell.

I snorted. "Ya know, Tink," I said, as I stood up. "I may not be able to understand you, but…Tink?" I looked around. The area was dark, and crowded with brush and foliage. No little glowing fairy. "Tink? Tinker Bell? Where are you?" I called out shyly, suddenly afraid of my own voice. I was answered with silence.

Tch. I've been ditched. "Fine, I didn't want to hang out with you, anyway," I muttered spitefully to myself, and kneeled down next to the pond again. It's not like I was lonely or anything. After all, I was used to being alone.

"Well, as long as I'm here, I met as well wash the mascara off." I cupped my hands and dipped them into the water and splashed my face, taking care not to get any in my eyes or accidentally swallow it. I scrubbed my face and used my, luckily, black shirt to dry my face. "Ah, now my face is all red…" I trailed off as I saw something similar to a face reflecting in the water. Before I could decipher what was going on, burly arms grabbed me and a burlap sack was thrown over my head.