Hello! This is re-written! I hope you like it better than the original haha
don't own Peter Pan or his story, but in my mind i do -Slasher13
"Okay, now girls. I trust that you both have manors, since I am not your mother; so I would not exactly know, however. Please be nice with the new renter," Kat nodded sluggishly.
Rachel smiled at her, pleased at her idle way on Aunt Talia's words of wisdom. Aunt Talia uncertainly sighed and opened the door with a quick push.
Rachel stepped into the fancy set-up.
A grand staircase was the first thing you would see, so lean and twirled up onto the other floor.
She has always loved Aunt talia's house.
"Now, let me go wash up, you girls go right ahead and explore, you haven't been here in so long, you may have forgotten!" she quickly started around the staircase.
When Rachel heard the door shut, she dropped her bags to the floor and took a look around.
Kat instantly ran up to her room.
Rachel roamed into the kitchen and throughout the living room.
It was all so… huge.
Just like she remembered.
She took her bags and started for the 2nd floor, where her room was.
Yes, the 2nd floor. Aunt Talia was a very rich lady, due to her husband and her's investments and business. Rachel misses her Uncle Samuel, Talia's husband. He passed away a few years ago.
She waltzed into her room and dear Lord she was excited to know that it had its own bathroom and everything.
When she got there, though, the door was shut and the doorknob hanger said, "OCCUPIED".
She laughed and shrugged at Kat's attempt to claim her room.
She burst into the room. "Kat, I said this was emmy/em room, so get-" she stopped as she spotted a boy no older than her age sprawled on a bed opposite from her old one. He had messy brown hair and that glorious face.
She dropped her bags to cover her mouth.
It was the boy from her dream from the other day.
She shut the door and slowly shuffled over to the boy.
One arm was hanging off the bed's edge and the other was across his chest.
She knelt down, close enough to hear his soft breathing.
She smiled sweetly before brushing his hair gently from his forehead.
She looked at the wall, blushing as she brought her other hand to her mouth, thinking.
The boy felt her touch. He slowly opened his eyes to a strange, beautiful girl blush as she looked
down at the beds sheet. 'Who was this girl touching my face so tenderly?
Why is her cheeks rosy pink?
Why is she here in my room?
Peter had questions of the girl above him.
He looked into her pretty, blue eyes.
Her hand is so warm.
He lazily grinned at her warmth.
Rachel felt the movement and looked down at the boy.
He was awake, no less, smiling.
She jumped up with a gasp, pulling her hand away.
"Oh crap! Sorry, it's just I'm Talia's niece and I just wanted to go up to my room, which is this room, and I found you sleeping and you reminded me of someone and I just-" the boy interrupted with a chuckle.
Rachel cocked her head.
"What's so funny?" She asked, just like she had in her dream. Weird.
He sat up and gazed up at her.
"I think your Yankee accent is cute," His English tone melodically swaying through her ears like music.
Rachel opened her mouth, and blushed.
"Umm..Thank you..?" She stared, as the boy's eyes lay lazily half-lidded, and he gave a boyish grin.
After a few seconds, Rachel shook her head.
"So, um, what's your name again?" she ran her fingers through her hair.
"I…didn't mention my name," he laughed.
Rachel laughed awkwardly.
"Oh, well, what is it?"
The boy turned and stood.
He threw out his left hand and Rachel slowly took it, taking advantage of every millisecond she hand to hold his hand; It was kind and friendly.
"Hello. I am Peter. Peter-""Pan…" Rachel lead off, languorously looking into Peter's face.
He turned his head sideways.
"How did you know that, exactly?"
Rachel laughed stridently, but was a bit surprised for him to be admitting who he was.
And that she was correct.
And that Kat could suck it.
"Because if you haven't noticed, you're famous here. Maybe not exactly you in looks, but you and your story in general,"
He smiled at her cockily, as if he already knew he was famous.
"And you're a fan?"
Rachel let go of his hand and shook her head in disbelief.
"Do you know how many times I've wished for you to show up at my window every night?
How many times it'd be snowing but I'd plead to leave it open for you?"
She plunked down on her bed and Indian crossed her legs.
He watched her in amazement which soon faded to a light guilt.
She sadly smiled. "…How many times I wished you lost your shadow in my room, like you lost it in Wendy's room,"
Peter let her words echo through him, filling him with an affectionate feel.
"Well, I didn't have to go to someone for once; you came to me. It's like destiny," He said slowly and steady.
He walked over to her, grabbing her attention.
"Do know how many times I've spent my wishes on wanting to meet you or kiss you?"
She laughed as if it were a joke, which she knew it wasn't.
He quickly shot her a glimpse, suddenly curious.
"How many times?" He asked quickly.
She loved the sound of his voice, man.
But she quirked an eyebrow since she'd ask a lot 'do you know how many
times' questions, which one did he wanna know?
"How many times what?" She asked simply.
Peter scooted closer and she watched him nervously.
"How many times have you wished to kiss me?"
Rachel struck back a little and became red since he picked that question out of all for her to answer, so, she did.
She desperately sighed, embarrassed.
"So many times; too many times,"
she looked down at her shoes as she rolled her thumbs over one another.
Peter got closer, hyper actively bouncing.
"So you have an interest in my kiss?"
Rachel blushed crimson, looking away so he wouldn't see. "
Yes," She muttered.
He softly got hold of her chin and turned for him to see his face.
He put his fingers to his lips and said,
"These lips? My kiss?"
He offered a cocky sneer, looking lost in her eyes.
Rachel felt like she wanted to shrink down to Tinkerbelle's size.
"Yes,"
"Why do you need it so much?"
Rachel felt like her face was the color of a tomato.
" Cause I think that…I …" her voice trailed off as he gave her one of his 'looks'.
"DINER IS READY, EVERYONE!" they heard a holler.
Rachel got up from her seat, holding her breath.
"Oh! Look at that! Lets go, shall we?" She replied to his silent smirk in a fast tone.
She turned and walked quickly out of the room. She let out a sigh of relief as she hit the stairs.
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"How come you rented a room?" Kat asked rudely.
Rachel kicked her under the table and shot her a look of dissapproval as Kat looked surprised and yelped out an 'ow'.
Peter looked up from his food, his mouth stuffed like a chipmunk.
Rachel smiled at him and shyly forked her food around.
In her opinion, he looked very cute at the moment.
He quickly chewed and swallowed big.
"Oh. Well, me and my gang separated for a while. I've come back to London to get some money for us," He glanced at Rachel with that smug grin that she couldn't stop looking at.
Aunt Talia smiled a sweet old lady smile and broke Rachel's concentration on Peter's mouth.
"Oh, isn't that just wonderful, girls? And where are your parents, Peter?"
Rachel looked straight up from her food at Peter.
His face was still, no emotion.
"Well, my father left us when we were oh so young and my mother past away, actually.
Me and my brothers live in a wonderful environment now, with a big family, almost like a tribe," Peter smirked at these words.
Rachel looked dumbfounded at him.
Such a great liar that boy was.
She shook her head in disbelief and brought her cup to her mouth.
Aunt Talia nodded sorrowfully.
"Well, I'm sorry for asking. But, it sounds adventurous-"
Rachel choked on her drink from the mention of the word.
Of course it's adventurous, he's Peter Pan for God's sake.
Kat had a narrow-eyed sneer, shaking her head at her and Aunt Talia looked at her, concerned.
"Are you okay, dear?" Talia asked, alarmed.
Peter looked at Rachel and then looked down at his food, smiling to himself.
"Oh, um, yeah, of course. Just had a tickle in my throat," Rachel replied as she shamefully wiped drops of iced tea off her chin.
Aunt Talia listened carefully to Rachel's words.
"So you cough… while drinking?" Kat scoffed.
Rachel glanced up at her irritated at her questioning, then back at her fork.
"Yep," Rachel piped.
Rachel tried to hide and eat cause she knew Peter was holding in laughter and it killed her slowly.
"She didn't want the first impression she made on Peter Pan to be her choking on iced tea.
"No one would, to be honest.
"Peter is here. Peter Pan rented out Aunt Talia's room! MY ROOM!" Kat rolled her eyes at her
"Rachel. Peter just so happens to have the same name as Peter Pan. Aunt Talia says his last name is Blue. That's not Pan. And just to tell you, he looks nothing like Peter Pan in all the movies,"
Rachel paused and thought that Blue wasn't really a creative fake name.
Kat got up from the steps, and turned to leave.
"He's way cuter,"
Rachel glared at Kat simply placing her chin in her palm.
"Whatever, Kat, don't you get any ideas. He's too old for you, anyway," Kat looked over her shoulder and stuck out her tongue, which made Rachel return the playful notion.
