Jackie thrashed about madly, her eyes squeezed shut. She didn't dare open her eyes, even though she could hear Ryan's shouts of worry. There was nothing she could do.
"Jackie? Jackie, hello? What's wrong? Answer me! Jackie please..."
She felt her captor release her suddenly, and she opened her eyes. He was a boy of fifteen, a year older than Jackie, with scruffy, curly blonde hair and leaves for clothes. His hands and feet were caked with dry mud, and the rest of his body was a sun-kissed tan. He picked up her phone and yelled,"There is no Jackie here!" before throwing it onto the balcony.
He whipped back to Jackie and unsheathed a dagger. He held it forward menacingly, ready to strike at a moment's notice. Jackie whimpered and scooted back. "Where is she?" he asked.
"Who...?"
"You know who!" he yelled as he stepped closer.
"Please, boy! You are mistaking me for someone else!" pleaded Jackie. "I have nothing that belongs to you!"
"Lies!" he screamed before jumping on her bed, pointing the dagger at her throat. "Tell me where Tinkerbell is, Amy!"
"I'm not Amy!" yelled Jackie.
"If you are not Amy, then who are you?" he asked, his knife lowering slightly.
"Jackie! My name is Jackie." she breathed.
The boy just stared for a while, then put his knife back. He walked out onto my balcony, picked up Jackie's phone, and walked back inside. He handed her back the phone with a nod before turning away.
"Wait!" Jackie called. He turned. "Who are you?"
A smile broke onto his face as he placed his hands on his hips. "I am Peter Pan."
"That would explain the Tinkerbell thing." Jackie muttered.
"She said something! Hello?" came Ryan's voice from the phone.
Jackie jumped and placed the phone to her ear. "I am so sorry! I'm here!"
"What the heck happened?!" yelled Ryan, obviously flustered and worried.
"Oh. Um...nothing." said Jackie. Peter sat next to her on the bed and snatched the phone.
"Hello?" he asked, and his eyes lit up when he recieved a reply.
"Who is that?" asked Ryan, a tone of anger in his voice.
"I am Peter--"
"Smith!" Jackie yelled as she grabbed the phone from him. "It's Peter Smith."
"Who is Peter Smith?" asked Ryan.
"Uh...he's...Lysette's boyfriend." said Jackie.
"What is a boyfriend?" asked Peter loudly. Jackie cupped her hand over his mouth.
"Peter doesn't know what a boyfriend is?" asked Ryan.
"Yes he does! He's kidding. Listen, I have to go love ya bye." Jackie hung up quickly before Ryan could protest.
"Who was that?" asked Peter.
"My boyfriend." answered Jackie. "Now, why are you here?"
"What is a boyfriend?" asked Peter again.
"A person you love. Now why are you here?" Jackie asked again.
"I thought you were Amy." said Peter with a shrug.
"Amy?"
"Yes."
"Who is Amy?" Jackie asked.
"The girl who betrayed me. She said she would stay in Neverland forever, but one day, she left and took Tinkerbell with her." said Peter.
"You really are Peter Pan..." sighed Jackie. "Can you fly?"
Peter smiled as he gently rose into the air. Jackie's eyes widened as she laughed childishly. Then she stopped. What on earth made me do that?
Suddenly, "Before He Cheats" by Carrie Underwood began playing in the room. Peter jumped up and drew his dagger. Jackie silenced him and picked up her phone. "Hello?"
"Jackie, don't you ever hang up on me again." said Ryan threateningly. "Now, what is going on? What scared you?"
"Him again?" droned Peter.
"What did he just say!?"
"He didn't say anything!" said Jackie hurriedly.
"Why is Lysette's boyfriend with you?" asked Ryan suspiciously.
"Oh, um, because...he just likes me." said Jackie.
"He likes you!?" cried Ryan.
"Not like that! We're just buddies! Like me and Mike used to be." said Jackie. "But I really have to go now--"
"No, Jackie please stay!" said Ryan.
"Ryan, I can't. I promise I will call when I am out of groundage." Jackie said.
Ryan sighed. "Bye." he said coldly before hanging up. Jackie groaned and hung up as well.
"Your boyfriend talks alot." said Peter from the bed.
"Shut up!" called Jackie loudly.
Peter looked apalled, then stuck his tongue out. "How mature of you." muttered Jackie.
"Jackie!" Lysette called as she opened the door (although it sounded more like, 'shackie'). "Maman says to keep eet down or--Who eez zat boy!?"
Peter smiled and said."I am Peter Pan."
"Petair Pan?!" cried Lysette. Peter scrunched his nose.
"You talk funny."
"Okay, I believe it is time for Peter to go now!" said Jackie loudly as she pushed Peter towards the window.
"Maman!" Lysette cried. "Come quickly! Shackie 'as Petair Pan een 'er room!"
"No! Lysette, quiet!" whisper-yelled Jackie.
"Who is Maman?" asked Peter.
"Lysette's mother."
"Mother!?" cried Peter as he grabbed me by the waist. "We must leave at once!"
"We? No 'we'! Peter, put me down!" Jackie cried as she struggled against Peter.
"No! You must come with me!" argued Peter.
"Why?" yelled Jackie.
"Maman! Shackie ees leaving! Maman!" Lysette yelled as Peter soared away from the window. Jackie screamed and held onto Peter for dear life. She had no pixie dust.