Onto ze story!
3rd Person POV
Peter's demonic smile immediately left his face as the girl was dragged out of his sight. He began to pace back and forth, thinking about the events that just occurred.
How can this be possible?
No girls have ever come onto the island before. This was definitely a first, and Peter for once wasn't exactly sure how to deal with it. Peter's head snapped up as he heard Felix and Alex making their way towards him. He immediately put on a smirk as they stopped in front of him.
"Well, that one sure has a mouth, doesn't she?" Peter smirked.
"Tell us about it," Alex scoffed.
"She never shuts up," Felix said. He sighed, "So what are we going to do with her?"
Pan's eyebrows furrowed together, deep in thought.
"I don't know, we'll figure it out in the morning," Peter said, faking a yawn. "I think it's time for some rest. We'll decide what to do with her then." Peter turned towards the fire, and said, "But let me tell you, this one's unique...I can feel it."
The boys soon departed, leaving Peter to dwell in his thoughts. Peter continued to stare at the fire. Yes, he did mention to the boys that she was unique, but he didn't mention how when she first turned to look at him, his breath caught in his throat, or how when he caught her he had a sort of vision, even though it was short and blurry and most likely just his imagination to begin with. No, he didn't mention it, he decided to keep that part to himself. He stared at the fire for another moment, gazing at the different shades of orange dancing around the firewood, then strode towards his tree house, anticipating a long, well deserved sleep.
Emily's POV
Did I mention I now hate trees? I've been tripping over them, running into them, and now I'm tied to them. And how was my sleep you may ask? Fucking shitty. My butt hurts, my back is all fucked up, and my arms are numb since they are tied above my head to the tree. It was below freezing all night, and the owls and crickets never shut up. And just when I was about to fall asleep too, I got poked in my leg.
I groaned and slowly opened my eyes to see the blonde, who I think is named Felix or something like that, and the brunette poking me with a stick. I sneered at their snickering faces.
"Do you mind?" I asked, "I was just about to fall asleep!"
"You had all night to sleep," Felix said as he continued to laugh, "now it's time to get up."
"Well I don't want to," I said, closing my eyes and shifting my head to the side.
Before they could speak again, another voice began to speak. "Having trouble are we?" From the voice I could tell it was Peter, so I just kept my eyes shut.
"Little miss princess over here doesn't want to get up," the brunette said.
Little. miss. princess? Does he WANT to get kicked in the nuts again?
I scowled quietly under my breath, but still kept my eyes shut.
"Don't worry," I heard Peter say, "I'll handle it."
I heard footsteps retreating, and then silence. I thought that maybe they finally realized it was a lost cause to try and wake me up, so I relaxed and basked in my awesomeness in winning this round.
A few moments later, I felt something poke my leg again. I groaned and opened my eyes, looking at Peter. "Seriously?" I asked, "Resorting to your boys' tactics now? Wow, aren't you low."
"Oh, I was just using this stick to get you to open your eyes," he said. "You'll get up by yourself now, won't you?"
"Uh, no," I said. Who does he think he is? I scoffed, but my eyes widened when I realized I was shaking my head yes.
"What the hell?" I said, trying to stop my head from shaking. I couldn't.
"Would you like to go back to sleep?" Peter asked. He flicked his wrist as he stared at me with those blue gray eyes...those very attracti-I mean ugly *cough* very ugly eyes.
"Yes I would like to go back to sleep, isn't it obvious?" I said, shaking my head no.
He laughed. "You are very wishy washy, aren't you?" He waved his hand again, and my head shook in a yes motion without me trying.
My eyes narrowed at Peter as I said, "You're forcing me to shake my head aren't you? Asshole."
"Cursing so early in the morning? No no, that won't do," he said, throwing my comment aside. He made a tsk tsk sound as he shook his head slowly from side to side. "We're just gonna have to keep you quiet until you've calmed down, shall we?"
"No no no no no," I shook my head quickly, "I swear if you shut me up I'll take that smart ass smirk of your face and shove it so far up your a-" Before I could finish my threat my mouth closed. I tried to open it again, but my lips stayed shut.
My glare increased at Peter as he began to smirk. "Mmph fmph!" *Mother fucker!* "Ymph gmbph ghmbmh ab erb fmp ogh imb abcb tmb tlmph agmb!" *You're gonna get an earful when I'm able to talk again!* He probably couldn't understand what I was saying, but by that smirk on his face I could tell he was enjoying this.
"I'm sorry, but I can't understand you," he said. He laughed at my muffled scream of frustration. "Now, let's get up and get to breakfast, shall we?"
He untied my arms and lifted me up with ease. Peter then grabbed my arm and dragged me forward, much to my resistance. We soon came to the open clearing again to see the Lost Boys already sitting on the logs, talking casually to each other. Once they saw me, however, they went silent. I shuffled my feet in unease, I'm not used to people staring at me.
"Boys, we have a guest. This is...wait, what is your name?" Peter asked, turning to me.
"Mmph embph," I tried to say.
"What's with her voice?" I looked over to see a younger boy, about 12 or 13, laughing.
"Oh my god Pan, you shut her up! It's a miracle!" the brunette exclaimed, making the boys roar with laughter. I glared daggers at him as Peter smiled.
"Now now Alex..." So, his name is Alex. I now have a name to put on his grave *insert evil laughter*
"No need to be rude." Even though Peter was scolding him, you could hear the laughter in his voice.
"Now if I let you talk again," Peter said, turning to me, "would you be polite and tell me your name?"
I shook me head yes, it would be nice to talk again. Peter waved his hand, and I opened my mouth and let in a deep breath.
"Now, what's your name?" Peter asked.
"It's Emily...you psychopathicmotherfuckinsonofabitchinegotisticalbas-" That's all I could get out before he waved his hand and shut me up again. Oh well, at least I got SOME names out.
"Well, Emily," Peter said through gritted teeth. He smiled and looked like he was okay, but his eyes told me he was angry. Crap. "These are my boys. Boys, this is Emily. Now excuse us while I have a private...chat with our guest." He grabbed my arm roughly and yanked me away, almost making me trip. He dragged me a few yards away and then slammed me into a nearby tree. He pushed me against it, bringing his hand up to my throat. I would have felt nervous from how close our bodies were if I wasn't so fucking terrified he was gonna choke me to death.
"Now I'm gonna let you speak, but you're going to answer my questions and ONLY answer my questions, understand?" he said. And just so you know, he said this very calmly. Not in an angry tone, or a rushed crazy tone, but in a calm and steady tone, which is even more scary. I shook my head, letting him know I'll cooperate.
A satisfied smirk came onto his face as he waved his hand. "Now," Peter said, "what are you doing on this island?"
"How the fuck am I supposed to know?" I asked, "I didn't even know this place existed."
"There's that cursing again," Peter shook his head disapprovingly, "That's another thing. You think you can embarrass me?" his grip tightened, "In front of my boys?"
Okay hard too breathe!
Just when I was about to start blacking out from lack of oxygen, his smirk returned and he loosened his grip. "Let's just not let it happen again, hmm?" I nodded my head, since I couldn't tell him off cuz I was still trying to breathe. When I looked up, my blue eyes met his. I couldn't find any emotions in them, now matter how close I was to look at them. Speaking of close, he's so close if he moved an inch forward our noses would be touching. My breathed hitched slightly before I asked thorough gritted teeth, "What. do. you. want. with. me?"
He closed his eyes as he leaned towards my ear and whispered, "How about a game?"
I managed to keep my breathing under control from how he said this. It scared the crap out of me. "What kind of game?" I asked as he pulled away just enough to see my face.
"We'll call it..." he pondered for a moment, "Let's call it house."
"House?" I clarified, raising a brow.
"You'll be the mother of my Lost Boys for, let's see, two weeks," Peter said. "If you keep up the act for two weeks without breaking character, then I'll let you return home, since the only way off of this island is through me."
"And if I don't?" I asked.
"Well we'll see when it happens," he smirked. If there's one thing I hate more then arrogant jerks, it's arrogant jerks that think they could beat ME.
"Alright," I said. He grabbed my arm and dragged me back through the woods and to the clearing.
"Listen up boys!" Peter announced, getting everyone's attention. "We're going to play a game of house. Emily here will be your new mother."
The boys looked at each other then back to Peter. "Now she's going to be your new mother for two weeks, but if she breaks character she will stay with us, otherwise if she succeeds she will leave the island. I will play your father-"
"WHAT THE FUCK?!" I screamed, but he ignored me.
"And she will also not be able to curse, if she does she loses-"
"AGAIN, WHAT THE FUCK?" I repeated.
"Any questions?" Peter asked, ignoring me again.
"I do!" I said. "Since when are you playing the dad? And since when am I not allowed to swear? Not part of the plan Pan!" He rose his eyebrow playfully and smirked.
"My game, my rules," he simply shrugged.
"And no swear words?" I asked. Peter shook his head.
"Not crap?" He shook his head no. "Hell?" Nope. "How about shit? Jerk? Fuck?" He shook his head again. "How about compound curse words? Like Jerkface? Or asswipe? Douchebag? Oh! How ab-"
Peter interrupted. "If it's a curse word or something you would consider saying to me, then you can't say it, it counts as cursing."
"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath.
No swearing? How the hell am I supposed to do that? I swear like a pirate!
Peter gave me a stern look. "What?" I held my hands up defensively, "you didn't say the game started yet!"
"Well this is gonna be easy," Alex muttered to Felix, who snickered in response. I gave them a glare and turned back to Peter.
"Well if I can't swear, you can't use any magic for ANYTHING, and if you do YOU lose and I win," I said, smiling in satisfaction.
"Alright," Peter said with a shrug. I uncrossed my arms and looked at him suspiciously.
He agreed way too easily.
Before I could say anything, the boys all ran and gave me a big group hug, most of them screaming "Mom!" or "Mommy!" I mean don't get me wrong, what girl wouldn't want to be hugged tightly by a bunch of teenage boys? But these boys I don't know and I have to be their mom now so if any of these boys are perverts and 'accidentally touch' me they're gonna be waking up hanging from a tree upside down as I beat them with a branch.
I squealed when the boys picked me up and carried me away. They took me to a tree and carried me through the hole that was in the middle of the trunk. They carried me up flights of stairs that were carved out inside the tree and up into what looked like a tree house. They set me on the floor in the middle of it. It was HUGE. How could a tree be this big? It had a big table on one side, and a bunch of benches/hammocks on the other. There were also many hallways and doors, leading to who knows where.
"Welcome home mom," the boys said simultaneously, sending me mischievous smirks.
I have to take care of these boys for two weeks? With Peter as my husband? And no cursing? Fuck.
3rd Person POV
Peter stayed behind, enjoying the sight of Emily squealing as she got carried away. Alex and Felix stayed behind, going up to Pan.
"Great plan, 'DAD'," Felix said, laughing along with Alex. "What's the plan?"
"Well 'SONS'," Peter said, slapping his hands on Alex's and Felix's shoulders, "it's to get your mother to crack." Peter's smirk took on a darkening look, "by whatever means necessary."
DONE! Wow, this took me a while to write. Sorry if it's sucky, I've been sick for the past three days and I have school tomorrow so I have to get to bed. I'm gonna have so much make up homework :( Please review (I LOOOOOOOVE reviews) and let me know what you think! Good? Bad? Supercalifragilisticexpialidistic? Sucky? Please let me know!