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Mystery Person POV… (AKA Nick's Friend….. For Now….)
"So I heard you got into your precious 'Glee Club'." I teased Nick. He glared, sitting down on the park bench with his slurpee. I leaned back, eyes closed, enjoying the summer sun on my face.
"Yes I did."
"Any cute girls?" I asked, opening my eyes.
"Define cute."
I scanned the crowd. I scouted one girl over by the entrance the Hans Christian Anderson Statue. If only the girl knew she was standing before one of the most historically ruined cultures of Ever kind.
"Blondie over by the Hans statue. Legs, long hair-" Her head turned. "Dazzling blue eyes, shorts, white tank." I sat up. "Could you excuse me for a second, I need to-"
"Forget it, Peter." Nick said, tense. The girl caught my gaze, scowled, then turned to a little and saw Nick. She smiled, waved and began to walk over.
"You know that?" I asked shocked.
"She's in Glee Club with me." He whispered. "Forget about asking her out, she's taken."
"Well, I don't doubt it, but you or I can still-"
"Hey Nick!" The blonde called bouncing over and giving him a hug. She looked me up and down, analyzing me. "Who's your friend?"
God, those eyes were gorgeous. Blue eyes, angled features, puffy lips… I wonder if they taste as good as they look…
"Peter. Peter Pan." Nick's introduction swept me from my lingering thoughts.
"Good morning, Mademoiselle. I am-"
"I know who you are." Her cold words cut through my charm like a serrated knife. She stared at me coldly, eyes like glass, her once softer features now sharp with wariness.
"Mmmmm…. You do, do you? I see Nick has already began inducting you in the dark arts of the Ever, Miss…?"
"Sabrina." She held out her hand. "Sabrina Grimm. Guardian."
My words caught in the back of my throat. A Grimm? This… This eighth wonder of the world was a Grimm?
SPOV
The look on Pan's face when I told him who I was…. Well, it was priceless. He was tall. Looked about nineteen, boyish face, faded green eyes, red curly hair.
"Wait… Grimm. Hey, do you know this piece of slime… He's lived there, oh, sixteen years now. Looks about eleven, blonde hair, green eyes, annoying as all sin. Goes by the name of Puck." He asked. I could hear the faint flirt in his tone, trying to draw me in.
Nick facepalmed.
"Oh! Him! Yeah, I know him. In fact, I've had to live with him for, oh, I don't know, the last six years." I spoke. Peter was shocked, scanning my eyes for the lie.
"Really? And you're still alive? And look like that?" He wasn't even trying to hide his interest now, standing straight, smiling brightly, puffing up his chest.
"Well, we learned quickly." I spoke slowly, playing with his mind now. If I could just draw this jerk in, then explode the fact that I was engaged to Puck, his ego would be destroyed.
"Learned what quickly?"
"I learned how to move fast, and Puck learned not to pick on one girl for too long, or…"
"Or what?" Peter was slowly getting closer. I could almost feel him breathing.
"Or he'll grow up. Fall in love. Ask her to marry him."
"Ask who-" He stopped talking as I turned, my engagement ring obviously catching the light.
"Hey, I have a friend in Jersey who lives next to two science freaks and lives with a Archangel and his human wife. It's gonna be fun, want to come?" I asked Nick casually. "Come on, there's going to be tie-dye!"
Nick smiled. "Sure."
I smiled, gave Nick a hug, and left. Peter still standing with his mouth open.
PETER'S POV.
FIVE MINUTES LATER….
Wait….. What?
