When Pan Grew Up
Alright, Peter's view! WARNING, this chapter is a little iffy, but it was requested by a friend...so, yeah. Don't judge. Going back to when Paul asked Peter out.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any characters created by Walt Disney
CLAIMER: I do own any self-made characters and self-made plot lines
"How the hell did you manage to get on Faith's bad side so quickly?" Derek asks me, frustrated with the ongoing separation between the groups. "And why the hell do you always look so baked and smashed?" By now I've learned what these terms mean.
"Lack of sleep, can't help thinking about the incident." And what I say is half true. It's also because Tink gave me a 4 months supply of pixie dust for Christmas, and I've gone absolutely dust happy. The other night, for example, I flew all the way to London, sat in Wendy's old bedroom, and flew back by sunrise. Yes, I am enjoying being able to fly again.
"Oh, and what about getting on her bad side?" Jasper asks me this time.
"The incident, kissed her in front of her cousin's after she told me off, she kneed me in the crotch, slapped me, and then her cousin almost murdered me." I say point blank.
"The one that plays field hockey and rugby?!" Stefan exclaims.
"Do you understand how lucky you are to be alive right now?" Derek practically shrieks.
"Oh, and she also said to me 'go fuck yourself' before storming out." I shrug, not quite sure what it means.
"By God, you've broken the balance!" Stefan says, pulling at his short hair.
"Um...what does what she said mean, by the way?" I ask sheepishly, thinking it must be terrible.
Uh, if you want, I can explain it this weekend at my house." Paul says, piping up for the first time in this conversation. All the other guys stare at him confused, and I merely shrug.
"Okay, sure. Text me your address and stuff later."
"It's a date." Paul says, flashing a bright smile just as the bell rings. Not sure of what just happened, I shrug and walk to class.
...
"That's it, bro, I'm going crazy! I need to talk to Faith! Fix this shit!" Derek yells at me through the phone as I get ready to go to Paul's house.
"I can't today," I say as I slip on a pair of dark skinnies. "Maybe tomorrow," I say as I shrug on a hoodie.
"No! Today! Now!" He screams.
"Christ, bro, why the urgency?"
"Because she's one of my best friends, you idiot!" Derek screams.
"Ah whatever, I'll get to it eventually. I got to go now." I say as I quickly hang up my cell and pull on my beanie.
From the house I bus it to Paul's place. He greets me at the front door and I notice that there aren't any cars in the front.
"So, where is everyone else?" I ask, wondering about his family.
"Mum and Dad are out of town for the weekend, and my brother is sleeping over at a friends." Paul shrugs as he leads me into the kitchen. It's quite big and definitely open concept. Paul immediately makes a bee line for the fridge and pulls out a cucumber.
"What's that for?" I ask him, wide eyed, and almost worried.
"Well I told you that I was going to explain what fucking yourself means, and this is part of it, in some situations." Paul says with a hint of a grin. And in that moment, I swear I nearly shat myself.
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About an hour later I'm walking down the staircase of Paul's house, shaking a bit. Paul is just behind me, his hands playing with my hair. We sit on the couch in his living room and he pops a movie in. I of course have no idea what it is.
"Hey, want to pretend to be the Once-Ler and the Greed-Ler?" Paul asks me after the movie, wiggling his eyebrows. I furrow mine and shrug. "Alright, you be the Once-Ler, and I'll be the big, bad Greed-Ler."
"Uhm, okay?" I say, starting to act like the character from the movie we just watched.
"Well hey there, Oncie." Paul—I mean the Greed-Ler says with a devious grin, flipping his hair out of his face.
"Uh...hey there, Greed-Ler...?" I say, unsure of what's going on.
"Have you talked to good ol' moustache lately?" He asks me with a grin, referring to the orange peanut with the yellow moustache from the same movie.
"Er...no."
"Oh, well, you must be lonely then." He says devilishly. My eyes widen.
"Um...sure?"
"Well, let me make you less lonely. Who needs moustache anyways?" He asks as he inches closer and closer to my face. And then he kisses me. I blush wildly and try to push Paul off, even going to far as to trying to biting his lips, he though, takes that as permission for entry. I gag and push him off me with all my strength and jump off the couch, now knowing how Faith must have felt when I ambushed her.
"What the hell was that, you bastard!?" I yell, angry as hell.
"Oh come on," Paul says with an eye roll. "You must have expected something like this to happen. Anyways, you and I both know that you're head over heels for Faith, but she's ignoring you, leaving you high and dry. So, this will work for both of us. You pretend I'm Faith, and I'll pretend you're whoever the hell I choose that particular day. Easy, no?" Paul says, quite evilly. I bite my lip and try to imagine Paul as Faith, and strangely enough, I happen to be so damned desperate that it works. And from that moment, another bit of my fate is sealed.
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It's been about a week since that day at Paul's, and this weekend Jasper is hosting a sleepover. I have yet to make peace with Faith.
"Hey, bro, finally." Jasper says with a grin as he opens his front door to me holding a sleeping bag, a duffel bag, and pulling my earbuds out of my ears. I nod my head and step inside. "Just bring all your stuff downstairs, we're all set up in the basement with enough video games, junk food, and nerf darts to last us a week." Jasper says, pointing at the stairs that lead down to the basement. I nod and jog down the stairs, bags in hand. When I get there, there's two boxes of pizza, an entire case of pop, and a huge box of wings on the table which is in front of Stefan and Derek who are playing video games, and Paul who is on his smart phone, probably on tumblr or facebook.
"Hey." I say to everyone as I walk in front of the TV and plop down on the bean bag chair beside the couch, close to Paul who glances up and smiles a bit. Now, all the guys know what's going on, and for what reasons, but, we try to keep the levels of this relationship pretty low, for their sakes. We all eventually end up playing video games, until at about 7 p.m. the door bell rings and Jasper runs up the stairs, obviously knowing who it is. A few minutes later he comes down the stairs, laughing, with none other than Sam and Faith. My eyes widen, I yank Paul off the couch and into my lap, and begin making out with him. Praying, that Faith will see this, get awkward, then realize that I'm an okay guy, and forgive me.
"Ohlalala, guy on guy." Sam says with a wink as she takes Paul's seat on the couch and Paul pulls back for a breath of air. I grin deviously and nod. From the corner of my eye I look over at Faith, who is sitting between Jasper and Derek, and paying no attention to me whatsoever. I sigh and lean back in the bean bag chair, only to have Paul attack me with another face suck.
About an hour after the arrival of Sam and Faith, we somehow end up playing truth or dare, and everyone is passing around a can of that lifesavers drink. God knows how they got a hold of one. Eventually it gets to me.
"Alright, Palek," Derek hiccups through his buzz, "truth or dare?"
"Uhmm...dare..?"
"Alrighty," Derek grins (I can practically see the devil horns growing out of his head). "I dare you to...cup a feel on either Sam or Faith." My eyes widen. I'm screwed.
"But, I don't have anything to cup a feel with." Sam chirps, "therefore, onto Faith, good sir." I swear, it's almost like this entire night was planned. I cringe and crawl across the circle we had formed on the carpeted basement floor.
"Don't you dare touch me, Peter Palek." Faith growls. I nod only slightly, just so she can see.
"I'm only going to pretend to." I whisper through clenched teeth. She rolls her eyes and uncrosses her arms, leaving her chest an open target, and then I do just as I said I would, I pretend, that is, until Stefan pushes me into her.
"Damn, bro, you're so slow!" He jeers. Looks like someone had a bit too much of the lifesavers drink.
"Peter Palek, you bastard!" Faith shrieks as she slaps my hands away, I on the other hand, am in complete shock. I just cupped a feel on Faith. Dear God, I'll be dead by the end of the weekend!
"Chill, Faith, he freaking lives with you. I'm sure he's seen things he isn't supposed to." Sam says, wiggling her eyebrows. Both my eyes and Faith's widen to the size of saucers. Faith blushes deeply and I hide my eyes under my hair. Well, let's be honest, I have seen her walking around the house in a towel before...but that's all! I swear.
The rest of the night passes by more or less awkwardly, and the girls eventually leave. Once they're gone we set up the sleeping bags.
"Alright, one rule, Peter, you and Paul can't be near each other. I don't need to wake up to you two spooning." Jasper states, dead serious.
"Oh for Godssake, Jasper, we're 13, do you really think that'd happen?" Paul asks, rolling his eyes.
"Let's face it, we're all horny 13 year old boys, you just happen to be the gay one with his boyfriend here." Jasper says. Paul scoffs and says fine. Eventually we all end up falling asleep to the sound of a movie playing on the TV, and I, fall into a deep sleep.
"Alright boys, I've brought back for you a...MOTHER!" I declare, my hands planted on my hips and my feet squared.
"Yay! A MOTHER!" The Lost Boys cheer as Wendy and her brothers walk into the room. Wendy curtseys goofily and I grin.
"Now, since Wendy is your mother, I am your father!" I declare once more, which leads to much cheering.
Then there's a flash of scenes, a mix of when Wendy was in Neverland, and when Jane was, and all the time in between. And just as it gets too intense, I'm awoken by a shaking feeling.
"Dude...dude! Wake up!" Stefan whisper yells as he shakes my shoulder.
"What is it?" I groan as I roll over.
"Jasper is texting Faith, they're having a really...interesting, conversation." Now he has my full attention. I bolt up and crawl over to where the others are sitting, reading over Jasper's shoulder.
Hey, Faith...
Eroo Jasper.
Sup?
Nothing much, staring at the ceiling. Thinking. You?
Wondering what you're thinking about.
Oh, well, childhood. You know, Disney movies and all. I just finished watching a bunch of the classics and my favourites.
Really? Sounds fun. I'm at the sleepover (of course)...Paul and Peter have been all coupley all night.
Cool story bro.
Don't you care?
Well, I don't know...something about Palek has seemed off since the day I met him...
Elaborate?
You know what that word means!? OMG. APOCALYPSE. Lol, jks...and well, I don't know...it felt like I knew him from somewhere, like we'd already met before...but I can't remember where or when...that and whenever he gets buzzed/smashed he rambles on about Peter Pan.
True...
After reading this I pinch the bridge of my nose...Faith's on to me.
So, it's been an eventful chapter, and longer than the previous, so, yeah...Thoughts on this side of Peter? I'm sorry if you found it a little inapropros, but, it fit, and this was a requested theme and arc, so yeah...Review and keep reading! (And don't hate me ^_^")
-JAMZD