Hey! My fellow Peter Pan fans! Sorry this has been really late! I've been busy with school and now I'm taking a freakin break! I believe I need to get back to the story :) Enjoy! Thanks for sticking with me even though I suck at updating! I need to become better...I know... hehe but still thanks for reading! ^_^
Layla
"Hey L, you don't look too good." Rev worriedly commented, touching my cheek lightly. We were laying in bed, I under the covers and Rev on his side next to my head on the pillow. His topaz eyes boring into mine and his black bangs covering past his ears and chin line, but no where near touching his shoulders. I stared at the crystal jeweled earring dangling and looking out of place on his right ear, a matching pair to the earring I wore on the same side.
"Lay. Stop." he sighed taking his hand and covering his earring.
Deja vu. Why the heck do they keep doing that to me?
"You. Listen to me. Please. For once. You don't look to good, Mistress. As your servant it is my job to make sure you are feeing okay." he said looking tired and worn out.
"Hey are you okay?" I asked him and he smirked.
"Well who do you think is making me this way? Mistress, I'm just a mirror to what you look like."
Crap! I always forget he takes my pain!
Just for fun, I leaned forward bringing my face close to his and stared.
"Yep. I have horrible bags under my eyes. Yuck!" taking my fingers I dabbed the bottom of my eyes and treated Rev like a glass mirror making him fume with anger.
"MISTRESS! PLEASE BE SERIOUS!" his flushed face gave him away and I ended up laughing.
"Hahahah! Rev, you sure know how to cheer a girl up! Relax, I'm sorry. I just wanted to have a little fun. Do I look better now?" I asked him and he finally understood my true objective. I don't intend to ask for help when I'm hurt or tired because I don't want to be portrayed as weak. I want to solve my own problems taking the pain for myself, but I totally miscalculated and forgot about Rev. Apologizing, I got out of bed, stretched from my nap, and walked over to the sleeping twins who were resting against one another on one of my felt chairs. Smiling, I kissed the two of them lightly on the forehead, then migrated back to the mattress after getting a glass of water from the bathroom.
"You know, you can depend on me." Rev said after taking a sip from the small cup I made for him that contained water.
"Rev…I…I can't…I don't want to depend on someone. What if I need you too much and I can't do anything on my own. Never will I become a female who is unworthy of being at least at the same level as a male." I answered unwavering. Rev thought about my words for a second than replied,
"Well maybe. But you should still rely on me every now and then. Besides I wouldn't mind if you only needed me. That's what I'm here for." he smiled and I hit him bopped him in the head lightly with my finger.
"No. I won't. Hahaha sorry, but I want to become strong enough to protect other people other than being protected. You understand that right? If for some reason I need you, I will call you though. I promise." I held my pinky out and he took it gladly with his one of his hands.
"Definitely. You better keep to your promise, you hear?"
Nodding, we made another contract knowing that only death can free us. About a minute later, I heard a soft knock on the door and Peter's voice from the other side.
"Hey, L, are you awake?" he whispered. I flew over to the door, opening it to see Peter and a young boy about ten years old, the same age the twins, next to him and looking down.
"Peter." I gave him a questioned expression on my face, but he just shook his head telling me he didn't want to talk about it yet. In response to his lack of communication, I opened the door wider letting him and the boy in, shutting and locking the door lightly afterwards.
"So explain, Peter Pan. What happened? How did you come across this boy who…." I finally glanced over at the small child whose head was still down, but his black hair was rowdy, sticking out in many directions.
"Scratch that. Peter, I'm going to wash this boy up. Meanwhile you stay here and think about a good explanation."
Without allowing him to protest which I doubt he was going to, I took the boy lightly by the hand and tugged on it gently. He looked up finally, his eyes still shielded by his long hair, but I managed to catch a glimpse of surprise in them.
"Hehe, hello. My name is Layla. What's yours?" I asked him on while we walked into the bathroom. He muttered something under his breath inaudible for the human ear to hear, so I knelt down to his level.
"Sorry, what is your name sweetie?"
"I-I don't have a name…."
His voice wavered; those lips quivering as if he was scared of me. Taking my hand, I brought it up and wanted to touch his cheek, but he cowered away, flinching as if I was going to hit him.
Oh my gosh! Peter! Where did you find this boy?
Holding my hands up, carefully, I walked over to him warily, showing him that I meant no harm.
"Please. I won't hurt you. Please. Trust me." I tried to make my voice as soft and calm as possible keeping my wild thoughts to myself.
Peter! Where the heck did you find this sad little boy? Don't just pick up a stray without trying to get him to trust us first! Idiot!
"Sweetie, I won't hurt you. Would you like a bath?" I paused only to turn on the water then while the water rushed out of the faucet I continued, "I won't touch you if you don't want me to, but you need to at least get cleaned up first."
The small boy continued to stare at me, but this time it wasn't fear anymore. He hesitantly walked over towards me with his hands outstretched, fingers curled outwards reaching, reaching for light that he found. Smiling, I knelt dwn opening my arms wide enough that the boy molded into perfectly when he had accomplished minimizing the distance between us. His small arms wound themselves around my neck, his face buried into my hair.
"Shhh…it's okay…you're okay…" I whispered as the boy's body began to tremble. Slowly standing up, we walked over to the tub which was now almost full with warm water. The boy around me vigilantly eyed the liquid and steam coming from it.
"It's okay! I will be right beside you! Plus you will feel great after you take this nice bath! It gives you a tingling sensation right here!" I tickled his stomach with my fingers and almost burst into a happy dance when he giggled.
Good. You should be giggling. After all you're still a kid.
Setting the young lad down, I had him raise his arms and I took off his shirt for him along with his pants. Since I have been doing this for all the boys of this household at least once in their lifetime I wasn't afraid of seeing a male naked.
But now that I think of it, Peter is the only one that I haven't…
Instantly shutting that thought away, I focused solely on the boy before me and laughed when he dipped his toe in the water unsure if the it would harm him or not. I dipped my whole hand into the tub watching the boy's eyes grow big as if I did something extraordinary.
"Here. Now you try, but with your whole body. It's easy. You can do it!"
Encouraging him step by step, finally he went into the water and giggled when I covered my face with bubbles that I added.
"Look! I'm Mister Long beard!" I played out smiling at the boy's constant laughter.
"Alright now, Mister, we need to get soap behind your ears. Oh look how dirty it is on your cheeks! Let's wash it off now!"
After ten minutes of washing him, he was squeaky clean, but his hair was something that I just had to deal with. It was all the way past his shoulders which bugged me severely. Taking a pair of scissors, I handed him a lollipop that I have in the bathroom drawer as an easy decoy for the boys which always works, and snipped at his hair. Done with the cutting, I looked at his face in the mirror seeing a young handsome young boy. Although, his eyes were the most interesting part of him. His right eye was green while the other one was blue. Diverting his attention from the cherry lollipop, he glanced up at me in the glass and quickly turned his head into my stomach. Digging his nails into my side, he trembled as he cried out,
"NO! NO! DON'T LOOK AT ME! I HATE MY EYES! PLEASE DON'T HATE ME FOR MY EYES!"
Tears streamed out of my eyes while I pressed his head closer to me.
"Shhhh….I don't hate you. I would never hate you. Besides, I think your eyes are the most beautiful colored pair I have ever seen in my life. I'm jealous." I whispered calmly, getting him raise his head slowly.
His face was damp with tears.
"Really? You mean…you don't hate me? You don't want to give me away?" his voice trembled, hiccuping after every word.
"Really. Why would I ever want to? You are special just the way you are, along with your pair of eyes. They are a gift that no one else but you have." I snuggled my nose against his and his frown turned into a huge bright smile.
"Now then. We need to get you a pair of clothes. You can't just wear a towel around your waist all day now can you?" my motherly acting voice asked and he shook his head quickly.
"Rev!"
In a split second, Rev formed around me on my right shoulder, his fairy body now visible.
"What's wrong?Are you okay?" he asked.
"Can you please get some clothes for this young man?"
I raked his newly cut black hair and Rev's eyes went from me to the boy.
"Ah. Gotcha. Yes Mistress." he bowed then left as quietly as he entered.
"Thanks!" I called out knowing that somewhere Rev could hear me.
When the young boy was dressed up in a white shirt and khaki pants, he looked expectantly up at me.
"You look handsome!" I complimented but apparently he didn't want just that.
"I…I still don't have a name yet…can you name me?" he asked his voice soft, barely above whisper. I smiled even wider taking my hand and placing it underneath my chin in thought.
"Mmmmm…how about….Jessie?" I asked wiping away a strand of escaping hair in front of his blue eye. Jessie nodded happily, liking his new name as if he were a puppy being called out for the first time. He continued to talk out, making it seem like he had always belonged here. Everything was perfect, or at least that's what I thought until Andre came into the scene.