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T/P
Peter disappeared from camp and reappeared moments later on Skull Rock, where he was to meet and speak with his shadow. He walked up the the few steps that lead onto the small island. He entered the main cave area and looked around. He saw that the hourglass was losing more and more sand everyday and pouted.
He still had a good 30 years left, but he didn't know when the heart of the truest believer was to be born, which left him feeling uneasy. He didn't ever like to doubt himself. Peter Pan never failed.
He had sent his shadow to gather any and all information it could find on Ana, and it had returned much sooner than expected.
Peter walked over to where the shadow was hovering and stood in front of it. He pursed his lips and said, "So? What do you have for me?"
The information that the shadow was about to share was definitely not what Peter had expected.
Ana
Peter returned back to camp when I was three quarters finished telling the story of the Lion King.
I smiled at him as he came over and sat down next me.
I was in the middle of attempting to describe what a lion looked like in as much detail as possible so that the lost boys could understand what the animal I was telling them about looked like. I was picturing exactly what a lion looked like in my mind when suddenly, we all heard a loud roar come from across the camp.
All the boys stood up, turned around and pulled out their weapons towards the loud noise. I stood up as well and looked over their heads and saw that the noise had come from a real live lion.
I gasped and looked beside me at Peter. His eyes were wide but he had a mischievous look on his face. I gaped at him.
"What happened?" I yelled at him over the sound of the continuous roars.
His lips turned up into a smirk and replied, "You happened, love."
I gasped as realization hit me. I had unintentionally produced a real lion.
I started panicking and whisper-yelled, "HOW DO I GET RID OF IT?"
Peter chuckled proudly and replied, "The same way you got it here."
I groaned and closed my eyes, wanting to act quickly in case it decided to attack anyone or get attacked itself. I concentrated as hard as I could and before I knew it, the noises stopped and everyone turned back around and stared at me in awe.
A few of the younger boys started smiling widely and then everyone erupted into applause. I couldn't bring myself to react and just stood there with wide eyes.
After everyone had calmed down, I looked around and said, "I think we should call it a night."
The boys nodded reluctantly, their disappointment that I wasn't going to finish the story clear on their faces. I slowly turned to start making my way to Peter's treehouse when he stopped me by grabbing my arm and twirling me around to face him.
I looked at him expectantly as he looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't get the words out.
I snickered. "Never thought I'd see the day where I left Peter Pan speechless."
He gave me a pointed look and replied, "Actually, it happens quite often."
I raised my eyebrows and he released my arm, letting me turn back around and walk over to the ladder that led up to his room. I turned back around and asked, "You coming?"
"In a few minutes, I have a few things to attend to first. Try not to conjure up anymore dangerous animals in the meantime."
I grimaced and stuck out my tongue at him playfully before making my way up the ladder to change out of my grubby clothes.
I looked in my dresser for something suitable to wear for bed, deciding on my usual green cotton shorts and t-shirt.
I decided to use this alone time wisely and consider everything that had happened over the last days or weeks - however long I had been on the island. My life had changed drastically in such a short amount of time.
I sighed. I was surprised that I hadn't broken down or had a panic attack yet. So much was going on and changing but I somehow managed to keep up with it all.
I wondered if my powers worked outside of Neverland. Would they stick around when I left? Was I even ever going to leave? So many questions.
At that moment, Peter climbed in through the window and smiled at me cheekily.
I decided to let my curiosity get the better of me and asked, "Will my powers work outside of Neverland?"
He looked as though he was thinking about it. "I've not the slightest clue. Why do you ask?" He answered as he too decided to change into something more comfortable.
"I'm just wondering if I'll still be able to do it when I leave." I replied.
He stopped and looked at me incredulously. "What do you mean, leave?" He sounded out the last word with venom in his voice.
I furrowed my brows. "Well, when I go back to my land, my home." I said back.
He suddenly grabbed my shoulders and pushed me up against a wall, his eyes looking hurt and murderous all at once. "This is your home now, Ana. Why would you want to leave?" He half yelled, half whispered at me.
I stiffened against him. He wanted me to stay? I narrowed my eyes slightly and raised an eyebrow. "Why wouldn't I?" I asked back.
He looked as if he were once again at a loss for words, gaping at me. He clenched his jaw then, as if he were fighting with himself over something.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, his hands never leaving my shoulders.
He opened his eyes suddenly but closed them again and smashed his lips against mine, feverishly, as if trying to push every feeling he was having trouble telling me into it.
I stood there, shocked and numb with my eyes the size of saucers, taking several moments to register what was happening. He was kissing me. Oh my god, this is happening!
I made a split decision and kissed him back, just as fiercely. My hands found his hair and pulled lightly on it, making him moan into the kiss.
His hands then made their way up my neck and onto my face, trying to pull us closer together, if that were possible. His right hand stayed on my face, cupping my cheek, while the other slid down to my waist and squeezed, making me squeal.
My lungs started burning for air and I reluctantly broke away from his bruising mouth.
I moved back a little, but his hands didn't leave their places. I panted loudly, embarrassed, and not even attempting to make eye contact.
The hand cupping my cheek moved down to my chin and raised my head up to meet his eyes. He smirked down at me with bright eyes full of a mixture of lust and something else that I didn't quite recognize at the moment.
I let my own lust get the better of me and I brought my lips back to his, just as roughly as he had with me. I snapped and put all of my built up frustrations into it, all of my passions and feelings meeting his.
He was the one to break away this time. He pressed our foreheads together, our panting breath mingling together. He let out a low groan and whispered, "Please⦠stay."
All I could do was nod.
OKAY, OKAY, I'M SORRY FOR TAKING SO LONG TO UPDATE AND FOR THE AWFULLY VAGUE FIRST PART OF THE CHAPTER. I'm waiting for you all to find out along with her. Hope it goes as well as I've imagined it.
Also, they kissed (well, made out) and you're welcome.
Once again, thank you all for your support!
*not proofread*
