"Lady, I have to tell yo—"
"Tramp, look, even if you brought me here because Pan wanted you to for some God forsaken reason, this night has been amazing! You were right. Even if your family did fall apart, the experiences here are—"
"Lady, I have to tell you something." Tramp pretty much had to shout over me to get me to shut up.
I guess I just got too excited.
"Okay."
He went silent, looking at the ground.
"Well, say what you have to say." I forgot how frustrating this boy could be.
"I'm not who you think I am." He said, his voice still with a thick accent.
There was silence, as he finally met my eyes.
"You can't freak out—"
"Just spit it out, Tramp." I crossed my arms.
"Peter Pan."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows rose.
"My name's Peter Pan." The magic left his eyes. "I wanted Henry here, so I used you to do it."
I rolled my eyes. "That figures. The first time I'm offered to leave home, and it just comes back and bites me.. So, what are you going to do to me? Why do you need Henry so bad?"
Pan smirked. "Calm down now, I just need your help."
"With what?"
"You can make this easy, or you can make this hard. Tell Henry that I'm Pan, and this won't be such a dream anymore. Let's just keep it a secret for now, and life will go much smoother for you."
"Well, it depends." I said.
"Oh really?"
"What are you going to do for me?"
Pan chuckled. "I'm going to keep you alive."
I stepped up to Pan. "You think I'm some sheltered little girl who is frightened by even the slightest hint of danger. You don't scare me, Peter Pan. Maybe I'll keep your secret. Maybe I won't."
"We'll see about that."