When Pan Grew Up

Alright, so here's the second part of the previous chapter, from Peter's point of view. Warning, there is a bit stronger language in this chapter, and a few f-bombs, but, it's just the way it is. Read please!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters created by Walt Disney
CLAIMER: I do own any self-made characters and self-made plot lines

After about an hour of eating and lot's of talking (with me awkwardly sitting there, wedged between Tim and Damien), all the teenagers (and Damien) excuse themselves from the table and make a beeline for the basement. Winifred nods after them, urging me to follow, so I do. I follow them down the plushy carpeted stairs and into the warm, carpeted basement. Tim makes a beeline for his speakers and turns on the same music as he was playing before. Jake, Tess, Tim, and Petra start up another game of the game Tim and Jake were playing before...I'm still not sure what it is. Damien, Jace, Tammie, and Faith head over to the couches. Faith perches on the edge of the reclining chair, as far from the others as possible, Damien sits on the floor so that he can see the game, Jace and Petra sit on the couch, and Tammie sits on Jace's lap, despite the room on the couch. I look over at Faith as the others start a conversation, she looks extremely uncomfortable as her thumbs fly across the tiny keyboard on her phone. She puts it on her lap and looks up just as I look to the others.

"Faith, sit closer. Have something to drink." Jace suggests as he notices how uncomfortable she is and pops the top off a tall bottle. I read the label, apparently it's beer, whatever the hell that is. "Your Mum said it was okay." He reminds Faith.

"Yeah, I know, just want to stay sober for a bit longer." She says with a small, tight smile. Jace looks slightly concerned, but goes back to his conversation. From what I can tell, Jace is more intuitive and sensitive, while Tim is well...a jock. Though I guess, like my friends from school, Tim does have a soft side.

"So, Peter, how are you liking living with Faith?" Petra asks, wiggling her eyebrows. I furrow my own and cock my head to the side.

"Um, it's nice?" I say, unsure. Faith's jaw drops.

"Petra! Nothing like that is going on." Faith says, the tips of her ear's turning bright red, much like Tink's do when she's mad. Petra laughs it off and gets off the couch to sit in the chair beside Faith.

"So, how's my little cousin doing?" She asks, now talking to Faith. Faith sighs and begins basically telling her life story.

"Well, I've sent in my applications for highschool, but I'm most likely going to the feeder school." She says with an exasperated sigh.

"Ah, so it'll be no boys and kilts for you next year." Petra says with a sympathetic smile. "What about you Peter?" She asks me, trying to include me, I guess.

"Erm...I'm going to the feeder school for boys...?" I answer, unsure of what Jane has planned for me.

"Oh, so you and Faith will still see each other for school things, just at dances and the shit." Petra says, coolly bobbing her head to the beat of the music. Suddenly a very popular song comes on and everyone cheers (except for the very uncomfortable Faith) and starts dancing to it like (the nicest way to put it) idiots.

"Bunch of Asian words, I don't know what they are, and lalalalala." Tim says to the rhythm of the music as he dances along. I laugh a bit. After a couple of moments, everything is back to how they were before the song started and Jace is cracking open tall, colourful can.

"Guys, this shit is supposed to taste great." He grins as he sniffs the contents of the can. "Holy crap, it smells like lifesavers." He beams before taking a swig and passing it around the room for everyone to smell. Soon enough, I get a whiff and my eyes widen. . . A few minutes later 3 more cans of the drink are opened and the basement is shrouded by the smell of beer and this amazing drink. I somehow get a beer in my hands and end up playing the game, which is apparently called beer pong. Everything starts to get hilarious for some reason, and well, I feel like I've been shot with pixie dust. I look over at Faith, and she is still the same as before. I look around for Damien and notice he has gone upstairs.

"Oy, Faith, loosen up, have something." Tim urges, noticing his extremely uncomfortable cousin.

"I'm good. I want to stay straight edge tonight, got Granny upstairs, and she's already pissed about me staying out late with my friends last week." She says, clearly declining. "Besides, the entire basement smells like booze and I'm getting a buzz just off the smell. I'm good." She says with a polite smile.

"Faith, Faith, Faith," Jace says as he sits beside her in the big recliner, "don't be so uptight.

"Jace, Jace, Jace," Faith says in the same way, "get your beer breath away from my face and go be all snuggley with your girlfriend." She says as she stops Jace from hugging her again. Apparently he really likes giving hugs. His girlfriend, Tammie, sits on the couch with her arms open, ready for Jace to hug her. He launches himself at her and begins basically sucking her face off. Faith shakes her head and looks away. I go and sit on the floor in front of her, my face about 2 inches from hers.

"Faith, why are you being so different?" I question innocently.

"Oh hell, you had beer, didn't you? At least tell me you didn't have any of that lifesaver shit." She says, suddenly concerned.

"Uhm...I had half of one...?" I say. She scowls in disgust and pushes my face away. I furrow my eyebrows and stand up, placing my hands on my hips with my shoulders and feet squared.

"What the hell are you doing, Peter?" Petra asks me from the couch where she is watching the game of beer pong between Tess and Jake. Tim is sitting in the other recliner, laughing his ass off at Tess' failed shots. I don't answer Petra and begin my speech, saying whatever comes to mind.

"Oy, my name isn't Peter Palek, it's Peter motherfucking Pan! And I love you like a love song, Faith, and I can fly, because I'm Peter motherfucking Pan!" I begin, saying whatever I say, not really caring. "And being who I am, I can fly! Like a bird! And I don't come from Calgary, I come from Neverland! I lived with a group of boys, knew your great Granny, and was best friend' with a fairy. I also battled with some old codfish, Hook. And well, I do believe in faeries, I do, I do!" I exclaims before letting out a crow. Everyone bursts out laughing, except for Faith, who looks infuriated. I wonder why.

"Looks like someone has been watching a pit too much Disney." Tim hollers as he slams his hand on the carpeted floor, catching his breath. Faith hops off her perch on the recliner and walks up to me. Then she begins a retaliatory speech, making sure to jab me in the chest with her recently painted nails.

"Listen here, Peter Palek, you are no Peter Pan. There is no way in hell that you knew Granny Wendy, and it is not possible to love me when you barely know me. So I don't know how much you've had to drink, or what drugs you've taken, but you are not Peter motherfucking Pan. And don't swear when you don't have to, you idiot. You're 13 years old." She says, continuously jabbing at my chest as she pushes me back a little bit each time. By the time she's done I'm sitting in the couch next to Petra, wide eyed. She's even more angry than she was when I told Jasper about the living arrangements. But, being me, I cockily reach up with both arms, grab a hold of her shoulders, and pull her down into a crashing kiss. She tries to push back, but I hold her in place. She, being as smart as she is though, knees me in the crotch, escapes my grip, and plants a solid slap across my face, leaving a stinging red hand mark on my cheek.

"Holy shit." Petra mutters breathlessly.

"Don't you ever, ever, touch me, speak to me, or even look at me again, Peter Palek. Go fuck yourself." She says with a deathly anger radiating off her before she leaves the basement, racing up the stairs with balled up fists. Everyone turns to me, obviously in shock.

"What the absolute fuck did you just do to my little cousin?" Tim asks me, cracking his knuckles, obviously pissed off. My eyes widen and I swallow the hard lump that was forming in my throat.

"Chill, Tim. He's obviously smashed." Jace says calmly, trying to diffuse the situation. "Petra and I will go talk to Faith, okay? Chill." Jace says as he and Petra get off the couch and start to go after Faith.

"Tim, just, take a breather." His sister, Tess, coaxes. Looks like everyone sobered up pretty quickly. I thank god that Damien hadn't seen the scene.

"Don't ever even think of touching Faith again." Tim growls, the veins in his neck popping out as he goes upstairs, probably to stand outside for a few minutes.

"Don't worry, Peter." Tess assures me. "Faith's just...well, she definitely isn't how she used to be. But don't worry, she usually doesn't hold grudges for very long." She weakly assures me. I nod stiffly and the night continues on.

About 2 hours later we're all standing in the front hallway, awkwardly all saying our goodbyes. Tess, Petra, and Tammie all give me hugs, the guys shake me hands. I only catch a glimpse of Faith as she hugs Jace and Petra tightly before she goes to hug Tim, Tess, and Jake. I only see her from my corner of my eye, but I can see that her makeup is a bit smudged. But as I walk out that front door and towards Winifred's car, I don't feel a bit of regret, but rather confusion. Wouldn't Faith be happy to get a kiss from her true love?

So, first, sorry for the strong language, if it offended any of you...and well, any new opinions of Faith? I know a bunch of your probably think she's just some emo chick who dies her hair, but trust, she is definitely a complex character. Oh, and what about the cousins? Hopefully I'll get to write them in a bit more. Anyways, as you've read, Peter has REALLY messed up this time. More is soon to come! Review and keep reading!

-JAMZD