I finally posted a new chapter! I just still really like the idea because I LOVE PETER PAN! I also asked my best friend Catalineya to betaread it on mistakes, so I hope it's more readable now. She said things about it like

"Oh, I can read this! The chapters are Sanne-sized, meaning REALLY SHORT! -pointed look"

"You just totally inserted yourself into this story, huh.."

"ALMOST DONE~! AND GOOD JOB IN GENERAL!"

"YOU BETTER LOVE ME FOR THIS"

OKAY MAYBE THE CHAPTERS ARE SHORT AND MAYBE I DID, PUH! xD

Here, FEEL MY LOVE -RADIATES LOVE

On to the story!

"You are a really strange girl, you know." Eve heard Peter say, his chest rumbling with his voice.

"Shut up." she muttered half heatedly. She bit her lip and wiped the tears from her eyes. She tried to look up, but belatedly realized that Peter was very close. Fate had decided that it would be fun for them to come inches apart from each other's faces. She blushed, though her cheeks were red enough already, because of her tears.

"Ha, you look awful." He laughed.

"Shut up!" she said again, but this time with a little more force. She punched him on the shoulder and stood up.

"What, it's the truth." And as an afterthought he muttered "I didn't know that girls were so violent."

"Well, this girl is. And now, you have some explaining to do." she shot back, irritated with herself for crying. Crying on Peter Pan. She groaned and held her head in her hands. "This wasn't supposed to go this way."

"What was supposed to go what way?" Peter asked innocently.

"Nothing. Don't change the subject!" she said while accusingly pointing at him.

"But you were the one that said-" Peter began, but she interrupted him.

"Why did you leave me on that cliff! And that close to a pirate ship!"

Peter blinked. "Leave? I didn't leave you."

Now it was Eve's turn to blink, slightly put off that he said he didn't leave her. Finally she stammered "N-nevermind that, why so close to a pirate ship?"

"Why not?" Now he was tilting his head. Did he do these cute acts on purpose?

"Because! It's dangerous!"

"Pft, the pirates aren't dangerous from that distance." he laughed. "Besides, danger is fun. Don't you like adventure?"

"I don't like adventure, not if that adventure means putting my life on the line!" She huffed.

"How boring." he said, his shoulders slightly drooping. "And here 'he' said you were an adventure loving girl..."

"Well, I'm not an- Wait a minute! Who said that? And now that I think about it, how do you know my name?"

"Blah blah, not interesting! I don't wanna tell such boring stuff. Let's do something fun. Now let's think..." he began to walk some steps away from Eve, while supposedly thinking.

Unconsciously, Eve followed him. She looked around, temporarily distracted by the beauty of the forest she hadn't noticed when she (thought she) was running for her life.

"Oh, I know!" he suddenly exclaimed and Eve looked at him questioningly. "Let's go find the Lost Boys! They would love to meet their mother!"

"Now hold your horses right there!" Eve yelled, her voice becoming high pitched. "I'm not a mother! I'm seventeen years old, for Pete's sake."

"What has age to do anything with being a mother? Silly girl."

"Stop being smart-ass with me and calling me silly girl!" she now screeched.
Peter put his finger in his ear in mock pain. "Whoa, girls sure can scream loud."

Eve threw her hands in the air. "Girls this, girls that, what kind of boy are you?"
"What kind of boy am I? Well, I am the great Peter Pan of course!"

"There's nothing great about you." she snorted.

"Is too!" he said indignantly.
"Is not!" she countered.

"Is too!"

"Is n-"

"You stink." he suddenly exclaimed.

"I do most certainly not!" she screamed in horror.

"How can you know? You always walk around with that smell of yours, how can you tell it's not a stinking smell?"

"Well... I..." she tried, but when she couldn't defy that logic she pushed him angrily. "Stop saying rude things! I don't smell."

He pushed her right back while saying "Do too!"

"Do not!" she threw her whole weight in her push, but he didn't budge from his place. "What are you, a rock?" she panted after trying some more.

"I'm just incredibly strong." He said while puffing out his chest.

She threw him a sharp look which he countered with a snort.

"Unlike a certain girl in this company." he almost sang.

Eve stomped her foot in frustration and Peter doubled over, laughing. "I-I haven't had so much fun in a while." he said between laughs. "You're a funny one." And before Eve could ask what the hell was funny about that, jab another finger in his direction or insult the boy, he added in a more serious tone "Are you alright now?"

Eve almost took a whole step back in surprise. "I-I..." she stuttered. She had almost forgotten her scary run! Had he... fought with her on purpose? To distract her? Maybe he wasn't so bad after a-

But before she could finish that thought he giggled like a little schoolboy and said "You really look strange like that, stupid girl."

In answer, she gave him a good punch in the belly. Good for her, at least. She really wasn't that strong. How long was it, that she used her hands to do such things? She had punched a lot when she was a child, for fun mostly. She had really loved it. Strange, she didn't know since when she had stopped doing it. Why had she stopped anyway?

Ah well, she wasn't strong, but at least Peter gave a satisfactory 'Oof!' from her attack.

"Now you have went and done it..." he said with a threatening voice, one of his hands protectively on his hurting belly.

The screams and laughs of victory that ensued could be heard from miles away and went on for some time, so that a certain group of boys decided to investigate the high voice that was in turn screaming and laughing at their leader. This could get interesting.