Alright, i have a bad feeling about going back to school tomorrow so i will either have a happy next chapter or a sad next chapter... we'll find out!

Only Remnants of the Past Remain

I looked after the poor wretch every day for the past year and all that happens when she appears, is he goes crazy for her?! I haven't aged a bit and he's growing up, and all that happens is he's falling for her? That girl cannot be trusted, I tell you. She cannot be left alone with him, I don't trust her...

Melanie was alone for the first time in a year, and she was fuming. Peter was gonna go and 'spy' on Jessabelle and Michael. Melanie wasn't jealous of Peter's love of Jessabelle, but she was at the same time.

Peter had told her about Jessabelle and Michael when he got home from visiting two days ago. He went to challenge Jessabelle but found her with Michael had it had gotten awkward apparently. Michael seemed like a likeable character. He kinda reminded Melanie of someone she knew, but she couldn't place. But Jessabelle just didn't sound like a good person. She had something weird about her.

She had told Peter a name and told him she was downright lying about her name. And she didn't care. Melanie was anxious, and gave herself a fixed glare in the mirror on the tree. She pulled out black eyeliner and carefully fixed her eyeliner. She put some on the top and smudged it.

"Nervous?" A tiny voice said from behind her, she jumped and turned around, stifling a scream. She realized it was Pockets.

"Sorry, ye... what makes you say that?" She asked realizing he knew her better than she thought he did. He shrugged.

"You always fix your make up and grumble incoherently when you're nervous. Either that or a mass murderer and you're trying to figure out who to kill next." Pockets said staring at her. Melanie smiled and gave him a hug.

"No, I'm just... I don't trust Jessabelle." Melanie confessed. Pockets nodded.

"I don't trust her either but, if Peter wants to trust her, I think we should. Peter Pan is a smart kid. He'll do the right thing. And if she can't be trusted, he'll learn from his mistakes and he'll be more cautious next time." Pockets said shrugging. Melanie stared at him in amazement.

"My dear Pockets your wisdom is way beyond your years." Melanie laughed very awestruck at how adult Pockets had sounded. He was a wonderful little ball of surprise. He was her favorite Lost Boy, he always made her smile and was there when she needed him. He was so much like a younger brother. Without the annoying aspects.

Somewhere else on the Island...

Peter looked through the window and saw Michael just sitting there alone, reading a book. Chicken Soup for the... Women's Sould? What?! What kind of book is that?

"What are you doing?" A voice called from behind Peter. Michael looked up and saw whoever was behind Peter and hid his book quickly. Peter turned and saw Jessabelle.

"Um... nothing?" He said hoping she wouldn't reprimand him. There was something about her that made him respect her. An air, perhaps, a look she had maybe.

"Sure you are. If you wanted to see me you should have walked on board to find me, instead of peeking through a window." She said, and then suddenly she gasped. She was looking at him with an intensity.

"Do you remember me?" She whispered silently. He nodded.

"I met you a year ago. Your name is Jessabelle and you beat me in a fight." He said, confused at the quesiton.

"What about before? Do you remember?" She asked. He shook his head.

"No, we've known each other a year. What is with these weird questions?" He asked sounding pretty worried.

"I've known you longer. You don't remember me?" She asked, a look of hurt in her eyes.

"No i remember you. I really do Jessabelle. But I've only known you a year." He said. She shook her head.

"No, you've known me longer. And my name isn't Jessabelle. It's Jamelynn. Don't you remember me?" She asked. He shook his head.

"I've never known a Jamelynn." He said wondering what was up. She looked down, and then after what seemed like a century she looked up with eyes that could burn right through you.

"I hate you Peter Pan." And then she ran onto the ship and after ten minutes of yelling and screaming and running around, the ship pulled away from the deck with Jessabelle or Jamelynn looking back at Peter with the most painfilled eyes he had ever seen.

"What was that all about?" Peter asked. But then he heard footsteps and saw Michael behind Peter.

"Crap, she left." Michael seemed pretty passive about it.

"You're not upset?" Peter asked surprised. Michael shook his head

"Not really. She's been threatening to do so for like a week... so I'm just guessing she found an opportunity and took it." Michael shrugged. Peter laughed and led Michael to the tree house. It was big enough they could add a thousand more lost souls.

On their way up, Melanie and Pockets were on their way down. Melanie didn't really look at them, she was talking animatedly to Pockets in German, and Pockets was just listening. He knew alot, and apparently understood German. She wasn't looking and slipped, Michael caught her just in time, and they made eye contact.

His grey blue met her brown green, and there was no way they felt weird, or awkward, just sorrow. Melanie, then squealed and wrapped her arms around his neck, but not before he managed to squeak out a, "Melanie... I'm so sorry."

"Umm... do you two know each other?" Peter Pan asked. Melanie was smiling as she looked at Pan.

"This is Peter. The reason i came here in the first place." Melanie said, looking her old boyfriend up and down.

"No, this is Michael. Jessabelle's exboyfriend. And anyway, he's gay. I saw him reading Chicken Soup for the Woman's Soul." Peter said. Melanie cracked up.

"Michael is his middle name. And he's not gay... i think..." She said looking at him concerned.

"That book is her favorite. It's the one right from her room, and she always wrote notes in it. She would usually draw in it and make fun of what it said. It was her feel better book. And it's made me feel better ever since she left." He said, taking the book out of his back pocket and handing it to her.

"You stole my book? Really!? Oh...!" She said as if it was a good thing.

"I thought you said stealing was a bad thing?" Pockets asked tugging on Melanie's skirt.

"It is, but only if you do it selfishly. He did it because he couldn't stop thinking about me. If you steal something just to have it, that's bad. It's bad if you steal from someone you don't know, too." Melanie explained. Pockets nodded and kept heading downstairs.

"I can't believe you came here. Why did you come here? How did you get here?" She asked staring at him in disbelief.

"I had been sitting there are school, just sitting there and a little orb of light came up to me and said she knew where you were and i followed her. She brought me out to the ocean, and told me when we were struggling in the sea that she was bad with directions. She drowned but I stayed afloat and was found by Jamelynn. Or Jessabelle she said either one was fine..." He said. His arms were wrapped around her tiny body. Peter Pan stood up and realized that he was taller than her. She had been taller than him a year ago and now he was taller than her.

"Wow, I'm taller than you, Melanie." Peter exclaimed feeling happy. She smiled and ruffled his hair, her trade mark move.

"I am a short person." She said simply. The two Peters laughed.

"Okay, I'm gonna get confused. With Peter and Peter. Who wants to change their name?" She asked looking at them. Peter raised his hand.

"I will."