I looked at him and laughed, "Peter…" I sighed "I cannot fly."

"I can teach you!" He exclaimed positively

"I don't think something like that can be taught. And even so, I don't think I'd be very good at it." I retorted

"No one is good at it to begin with, you just have to keep trying." He smiled "Okay, now there are only 3 things you need to fly. Faith, Trust and…" he listed, scratching his head "Oh that's right, pixie dust!"

"But Peter," I breathed "There's no such thing as…"

I was cut off by Peter flying across the room and pressing his hand against my mouth.

"Never" he whispered "Ever say that. Every time someone says that, a fairy falls down dead."

I nodded and he carefully pulled his hand away. He walked over to my window and jumped off the edge and came back holding what appeared to be a tiny ball of light. Upon further inspection, I realised, it was a fairy!

"Her name is Tinkerbell, Tink for short. She has taken care of me since… Since I left for Neverland." Peter sighed

"Hello Tinkerbell" I whispered through a smile, tucking my long brown wavy hair behind my ear. I stared back up at Peter. "Okay" I managed to say after a few seconds "Teach me how to fly, Peter!"