Dream lighting: Thanks for reviewing, Liz will remember eventually, and thank you, I really love writing two of them together as well!
Guest: Thanks for reviewing, it may take a while for that to happen, but I'm really going to enjoy writing the relationship between two of them now because this Liz is different, so she and Peter may or may not get on each other's nerves...
I don't own Peter Pan, I only own my OC!
"I never really liked school to be honest." Luke stated after the PE class. I simply nodded. "For me, school is a place that I like to hate." I told him with a chuckle. "Why?" "Because teachers kill you with all those assignments and tests, you want to kill yourself, but when it's summer, you realize that you kind of miss it." I explained.
Luke rolled his eyes. "I still don't like it very much." He said with his arms folded. "I mean, I'm talking about subjects." I nodded in understanding. "But you don't have to go to a secondary school." I then told him, waiting for his reaction. "I, um… Tell that to my… mum!" Luke had trouble saying mum for some reason. I wondered why. Were his parents divorced or…?
"What do you do when you get a bad grade?" he then asked me. I shrugged my shoulders. "I have to survive my Aunt's scolding, feeling bad and that's it. What about you?" "In my opinion, that means that that person failed to teach you something and that's it, you shouldn't worry about it." I burst in laughter. "Nice one!" I liked this guy already!
However, while we were going to our biology class, Luke bumped into… Blacktail! Oh dear, this wasn't going to end up well. "You really want to get on my bad side you little devil, don't you?" Blacktail growled. Luke looked at him in surprise, and he seemed to be frozen in place. I started shaking him a bit by his shoulders.
"Luke, we'd better…" "You do realize that you're making things worse by not listening to her?" Blacktail asked. "Let's just go!" I pulled Luke by his hand because he seemed to be in his thoughts. We ran away and towards biology.
"I COULDN'T CARE LESS!" Someone was roaring. "Get these half witted thieves out of my sight!" I was on a beach with those kids and my cousins. Hook's pirates or whatever they were chasing us with weapons in their hands.
Someone took my hand, pulling me and we started running. "RETREAT!" Another voice shouted and I let out a giggle. But wait, that hand… It was warm, and haven't I already touched it somewhere?
I put a hand on my forehead once we stopped in front of the classroom. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" Luke asked me, concern on his face evident. I simply nodded. "Please just call me Liz." I got used to hearing my cousins calling me that way, and it sounded better than my full name. It wasn't that I didn't like it, but when people called me like that I had a feeling we were on business and doing all that formal stuff.
What have I just seen? Did it happen before? Was it… was it some sort of a memory? Suddenly, something appeared in my mind. I was looking into a pair of warm brown eyes, which seemed to be staring down into mine because that person or whoever it was taller than me. But wait, why would I remember that? I was already…
"Liz, do you hear me?" someone was shaking me a bit by my shoulders. I was looking in Luke's eyes, and that was when I realized something. Those were the same eyes from that small memory. Not similar, but completely identical, I was sure of it. They were looking down at me, and for some reason, my heart was beating faster at looking in them so I quickly looked down. "We should get in the classroom." I said trying not to sound awkward and opened the door.
Our biology teacher was once again talking about dissecting frogs, but I zoned out for most of the class. What… what was going on with me? "Ew…" I could hear Luke saying from behind. "Never dissected frogs, huh?" Cameron asked him icily. What was Cameron's problem?!
Anyway, after the class finished, we had that maths test and after that Italian. It was the end of school for today and I was ready to go home. "See you tomorrow!" I shouted to the new guy before quickly running out of the school.
I most probably looked like a fool, but what else was I supposed to do? Suddenly, they appeared again. I closed my eyes tightly and put a hand on my forehead for a second time today. Why were those eyes haunting me?! "Calm down Elizabeth…" I whispered to myself.
It took me a minute to recompose myself by taking deep breaths and counting until fifty. After that, I started heading home. "Hi Liz!" Wendy greeted once I entered our room and closed the door. "Hi Wendy." I greeted back with a small smile. "So, how's it going?" she asked awkwardly. I shrugged my shoulders. "Pretty good." I replied while rubbing the back of my head.
"Does your head hurt or…" Wendy quickly started saying but I cut her off. "No need to worry, but thanks anyway." "Listen Elizabeth, I've got to tell you something." My eyebrows furrowed. Why was she looking so serious? "I know you don't remember, but I want to tell you that I'm really, really sorry for being a biggest jerk to you." She suddenly hugged me.
I didn't understand. What had she done when she was doing this? "It's alright Wendy, I don't know what happened, and you're my family. Family looks after each other, right?" However, before she could say anything else, John and Michael joined us.
"How did it go at school today Liz?" John asked. "Yeah, tell us!" Michael exclaimed. "Blacktail doing usual stuff, a new guy joining us and that's it." I shrugged it off. "A new guy?" My cousins chorused. "Yeah." I responded simply while putting my bag on a bed.
"What's his name?" John asked curiously. "Luke Williams." I said, trying to avoid talking about him. Then, my window opened. "Luke who?" That flying boy flew into the room and sat on a holding part of our stairs. "Hi Peter!" My cousins greeted.
I simply waved. "So, what are you doing?" Peter asked us. "Nothing special, talking about school." John shrugged it off. Peter snorted and started flying around the room on his back. "What's the point with school? That's grown up stuff, besides, you don't have to go to it!" he said the 'grown up' part with disgust.
"Tell that to our mum!" Michael exclaimed. "Yeah, every time we get a bad grade she gets all mad!" Peter shrugged. "It's the teacher's fault he failed to teach you something, that's the way I see it." "Exactly!" Michael agreed happily, he and Peter doing a 'hi five'. "But in Neverland, there are no teachers and mothers running around to tell you what to do…" Peter started, having a bit of trouble with saying the word mothers.
"Besides, if you worry so much about school, you'll get wrinkles!" Tinker Bell stated while looking at herself in a mirror. "And it looks like you're about to get some." She flew to me and observed me. I huffed and folded my arms. Getting wrinkles because of school was ridiculous! If anything, I wasn't going to get them because of it, but because of…
"You're a monster." I could hear myself saying. "And you're a girl who's going to serve as our bait for…" I couldn't hear the last part, but I knew that voice. It was from when I was running away with the others, and it sounded shameless.
Then, I heard a scream. "NOOO!"
I started taking small deep breaths trying to calm myself down. Why was this happening?! After opening my eyes, I saw the others staring at me. "What are you looking at?" I asked a bit rudely. "Shall we go or…" I then started, trying to get out of this awkward situation.
The fairy then sprinkled us with fairy dust and we were flying out of the window. By the time we got to that island, the Lost Kids were carrying a lot of things. "What are you doing?" Michael asked curiously when we landed.
"We're building a new tree house for spying pirates!" Meera said excitedly with a red parrot on her right hand. "Can I…" I started, wanting to pet the parrot. "Sure!" she smiled in approval and I let out a small smile back, petting the parrot. "Wait, with all of this?" Peter suddenly realized there were many things.
There were planks, paint, some plants and many other things, all of them on a huge pile of things…. "Yeah." Ficelle responded. "But, isn't it a bit overboard?" "A person never got hurt by going overboard!" Cynthia told Peter. "Tell that to the people on Titanic." He muttered in disbelief, making the Lost Kids look at their leader in confusion and my cousins and me burst in laughter.
"What?" Baby spoke up. "Titanic." Ficelle repeated, looking at Peter in a slight surprise. But that was when I realized it as well. How could someone like him know that? Peter seemed to look like he knew he said something wrong. "You know what people? It's not about that, it's about us building that tree house!" he declared. I could see Tinker Bell face palming in disbelief. "He's really gone mad." I could hear her muttering dryly.
I walked to her while the others were busy. "Who's gone mad?" I asked her curiously. The fairy looked at me in surprise. "Oh…. No one!" she squealed. "Besides, if it did happen, why would I tell that to you?" she then huffed and turned her back to me. I felt slightly irritated. What was her problem?
"Don't listen to her, she's sometimes, you know fairies." Peter whispered. "Oh yeah, really." I responded dryly. Tinker Bell turned around before glaring at us, huffing and flying away. I then observed the guy next to me.
His hair was a darker shade of brown and it looked like it was always flying in the wind, he was taller than me. I had to admit, he was kind of cute… Wait, wait, wait? "Are we going to build this tree house or not?" Baby spoke up. "Yes!" the others cheered.
"Liz." Suddenly someone was pulling me by my hand. "What is it Michael?" I asked him while the others were doing I don't know what. "I'm bored. Do you want to go exploring?" I frowned. We could get in trouble for all we knew! I told that to Michael.
He shook his head. "Please Liz, just five minutes?" he pleaded with me. "Fine." "Tag, you're it!" he then touched me and started running away and into the forest. "Now you're in for it!" I smirked, running after him.
However, five minutes later, I couldn't find him anywhere. "Michael!" I called out in worry. I knew something was going to happen! "Looking for someone?" I turned around to see… Hook. He was walking to me with a nonchalant expression on his face.
"What do you want?" I demanded. "Nothing! What makes you think that?" Hook asked nonchalantly. I narrowed my eyes. "I know what happened with that magic water, you've wanted it for yourself!" I pointed a finger at him accusingly. "That's true," Hook let out a sigh. "But ever wondered why I wanted it in the first place?" he then asked, walking closer to me.
I frowned. "How should I know why a villain like you wanted it in the first place?" "So that's the way you see me?" Hook glared. "Well as you can see, I've been fighting that little devil of an imp for ages, waiting for a right moment to get rid of him once and for all, and I was this close," he made a really small gap between his thumb and index finger, they were near to touching each other. "To doing that, but Jaro told me how the devil survived thanks to the water, and of course as you had said, I wanted that water for myself."
"I think I know why you're in such a bad and sulky mood all the time." I commented. Hook looked at me, wanting an elaboration. "You're so obsessed with hunting Peter Pan down that one day you're going to lose your head because of it." Hook frowned. "Me, obsessed?" he demanded. "You my dear are nothing better when it comes to that." He pointed out.
Hearing that made me mad. "And just where is your proof?!" I wasn't crazy! Hook sighed and I think he was mocking me. "Here." he pointed at my chest. "What is that?" I asked simply. The Captain suddenly had an angry expression on his face.
"DON'T PLAY GAMES WITH ME ELIZABETH DARLING! IT MAY HAVE TAKEN YOU A LONG TIME TO FIGURE IT OUT, BUT YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT VERY WELL!" He was holding me with his hook by my shirt and roaring. Figure out what? That his breath was revolting? "But I really don't know." I whispered.
Hook put me down, looking at me in realization. "You really don't remember?" he started laughing in disbelief. "I DON'T KNOW WHAT?!" I roared angrily. "BECAUSE, YOU KNOW, IT WOULD BE NICE FOR SOMEONE TO…" I yelped because Hook's sword was pointed at me, making me shut up.
"The only reason you're still alive is that if I killed you, he would kill me then." Who would kill him? Why wasn't anyone telling me the truth?! "Well thank you, but I'd rather die than be next to you with that revolting breath of yours." I retorted without thinking. "Don't challenge me, you stupid girl."
I simply started whistling, putting hands in pockets of my vest. However, something was in my right one and I took out something and it was… that sketchbook! Michael must have put it in my pocket while I wasn't looking. However, before I could do anything, Hook snatched it from me and started looking through the sketchbook.
"Give it back!" I exclaimed. Hook ignored me, deciding to acknowledge me when he finished with looking through it. "So this is your famous sketchbook." He threw it to me and I caught it. "I don't know what you're talking about." I responded blankly. "If you didn't care for it, why would you want it back?"
"Because… because…" "Alright, you obviously don't care what happens to it, so why don't you get rid of that stupid thing?" I looked down. Hook did have a point… Why should I keep this? It was thanks to this object and that guy that I was so obsessed with all those fairytales, and I didn't want that!
I opened the sketchbook once again before closing it. "You do know that you want to do it…" Hook whispered to me. Then, I did it. I ripped the entire sketchbook apart, its paper remains going into a river next to me and going along with water far away…. I felt like a huge burden was off my chest now, but that didn't help much because right now, those eyes were staring at me from my mind again, sorrow in them as clear as a day.
And I think things are going to get more interesting after this chapter with the upcoming drama, lol. What I can tell you is that Wendy, John and Michael are going to have pretty… interesting roles in one of those chapters. Also, what do you think Tink was referring to when she said that Peter's gone mad? As always, reviews are much appreciated. Until next time!