Peter Pan's POV

It's getting dark when me and Max finally get up and go back to camp. When we get back I can hear the Lost Boys murmuring something about me and Max. I bet she heard it too, because all of a sudden she stops dead in her tracks.

"Peter?" She whispers. She looks up at me with her sparkling grey eyes while her brown, wavy, long hair falls into her eyes. "How the hell are we gonna get back into camp without them noticing?" Max looks at me and notices I don't pay attention so she nudges me in the side.

"Oh- uh... We could try going around back. You know around the trees in the back." I reply to her. She quickly nods her head and smiles.

We walk around while he boys continually talk about us.

"Do you think Pan likes her?" It sounds like Oscar.

"No, she probably has a thing for him. How would Peter Pan like someone like her?" Says Felix for sure. "He looked like he was going to slap her in the face when we brought her back." The boys start to laugh at that comment.

'If they knew I was listening-' I thought. All of a sudden Max grabs my wrist and drags me forward. She saw my face befuddled face and and chuckled.

"C'mon Pan" she says but I don't listen further.

'Is she already that comfortable with me?' I wonder. 'She acts like we're best friends or something, does she trust me that quickly?'

"Peter!" She quietly yells to get my attention. "Did you hear what I said?" She asks me. I nod my head unsure like and she knows it. Max explains her idea all over again while my attention is focused on her. "Okay. So what we can do is sneak in from behind and once these boys are done with their stupid conversation, you'll just walk up to them and be Al like, 'Sup bitches. I heard you guys.' All cool like and I'll like- I don't know, walk in with a smug look on my face or stab them. One of the two." Her plan was good, but she did not need to stab them. That would suck.

"I prefer if you just walk in and not stab the Lost Boys. Deal?" I say and she nods her head.

Max's POV

Peter agrees with this and I'm just thrilled. NOT because I like him or anythinggggg. Okay, maybe it's 'cause he sorta is cute and yeah... I mean, Peter is close enough that I could reach out and hold his hand. 'Shit Max. Last time you trusted a boy he messed with you then threw you away like you were a piece of trash.'

~FLASHBACK~

"Max," Dallas mumbled in my ear. "Yeah?" I reply my moving my lips towards his. "I- I've got to go soon, ya know.." He says breaking away from me. "What? Why? Can't you stay Dallas?" I say pulling up the covers now. 'Its freakin freezing.' He looks at me with his hazel eyes before turning away to throw on his shirt. "I need to work on some- school stuff." He says his tone unsure. "Dallas, stop messin' around. It's spring break, I KNOW for a fact you don't have any homework. What's wrong, Dallas?" I start to worry abit. 'Did I do something wrong?' I think. He looks over at me, smiles , and kisses me lightly on the lips. "Nothing babe. I just have to help a friend. M'kay?" He says while getting his things that were scattered all over my room and walks over to the door.

"Better put on your shirt." Was the last thing he said to me before he walked out the door. I wasn't convinced he was just 'helping a friend' so I threw on my tank top and a pair of Vans and walked out the room trying to follow my boyfriend. He walks out the front door of my house when I finally catch up to him.

Then, something I didn't expect happens. He walks across the street to the slut Amber's house where he's greeted by her wearing her most sluttiest clothes ever. I mean, I didn't even thing she was wearing clothes until Dallas pulled up her shirt while she dragged him inside and slammed the door.

"Fuck you Dallas Mitchell." I said while I walked up to the door and knocked like, 10 times till someone opened the door. Of course it was Dallas smiling until he saw me. "Max, it's- it's not wh-" He says trying to sound sympathetic."SAVE IT DALLAS MITCHELL." I yell at him. "Screwing me wasn't enough so you just had to go to Amber's house?" I yell about to cry. I quickly threw everything he gave to me at him. A seashell necklace he got from the beach, the cheap ass tribal leather bracelet, and his 'lucky' keychain. I actually managed to throw the keychain at his face and his lip started to bleed. I gave him a dark, sweet, smile and walked away.

I showed no emotion to our breakup on the outside, but on the inside I felt like every piece of me was falling apart. The minute I got to my room I threw myself on my bed and sobbed for hours.

"Max, hey are you okay? Max?" I hear the births accent and I knew it was Peter Pan.

"Oh- uh yeah. I'm fine." I say smiling. He looks at me and smiles back. "C'mon. We have some Lost Boys to scare." I say with a devious smirk.

Hai there! So ummmm... Yeah Im the author of this... Wow.. This is sooo akwo taco cause like, this is my first author's note, I guess. like this? Review it please! Oh and ummm, if you have any ideas for future chapters just comment them or something... Yeahhhh... Anyways I may not post much cause I'm sooo caught up with a stupid essay... Anyways, GOODBYE ONCERS! {please review! Reviews are like tacos and cupcakes to me. I luv em. :) }