"I liked your story," he repeated with a grin.
"Thanks," I told him. "Is there a reason you are here?"
"I think I know you," the boy paused.
"Well, this is my first time in England."
"No, in Ireland."
"You name it, I been there-this conversation have a point?"
"Not really?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
I stepped forward, over Flynn, the kicked back up without a shuffle of feet, but I refused to believe what my mind was saying, I was just tired, and he was a fairy tale.
"My, aren't we difficult." He said with a twinge of an English accent. "I'm Peter."
"Peter Pan?" Flynn asked, still lying down.
"The very same," Peter replied putting his fists on his hips. "Who are you?"
"Flynn," replied my friend.
"And you?" He asked me.
"The name's Dan."
"Pleased to meet you Flynn and Dan."
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I used to listen to your stories in Belfast." Peter told me.
"And you were wondering if I'd pull a Wendy?" I guessed jumping the gun.
"Pull a Wendy?" Peter asked confused.
"Drop in and visit your boys and tell them a story or two?" I explained.
"If you want to," Peter replied with a grin. "What do you say?"
"I say I'll go, but don't expect too many stories, and Flynn goes as well."
"Okay."
"Alright." Flynn shot out from underneath the blanket and shook Peter's hand.
"Just how do we get there?" I asked.
Flynn elbowed me, "You of all people should know that Danann."
"Yeah, I do," I agreed, "but how?"
"Think happy thoughts," Peter told me with a grin.
It took me a while to think of something happy since my life is chock full of goodness, but one look at Flynn and I started spiraling in the air. Flynn had been the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Flynn grabbed my bag and Peter's hand and they followed me up into the sky. We flew past the moon and over a faint rainbow. "Second star to the left," Flynn told me and laughed. I blinked and saw an ocean and islands below me.
"Where to first?" Peter asked, looking at the both of us with a genuine smile.
"Sleep?" I suggested.
"Food." Flynn countered.
The fairy dusted that had aided us in our flight sprinkled off in silver as the three of us touched down on what seemed to be a small, lonely island. Peter weaved his way silently through the brush and beckoned us to follow. Flynn and I were just as silent. After what seemed like awhile, we came across what seemed to be an aerial civilization. Not a thing touched the ground except for the occasional vine, but above us were numerous shacks and bridges in each tree, extending to each other. Peter flew up and loosed us a ladder that Flynn and I climbed with ease, we were always climbing. Peter led us across four or five bridges and we ended up in what looked to be a kitchen. "The boys are all out, but we can start cooking food, and they'll come back."
Flynn and I put all the pots, pans, and platters in a fireplace, and took them out when they were smoking hot. We took the pans out the other door and set them on what looked to be a banquet table. By the time we had finished putting them all out, every seat at the table had been taken except for one at the end. Peter sent two blonde boys who looked like twins to fetch us two chairs. I watched the boys eat in amazement. They piled onto benches, stools, and chairs and took the lids off the pots. I couldn't see what they were eating, but it smelled good and they all dove in. The twins brought Flynn and me chairs and we sat down to get ready to eat. We waited for Peter who plopped down and took the lid off the platter before us.
I gasped, there was nothing there! This shocked both Flynn and I, but Peter reached onto the platter and pulled out what I guessed to be a chicken leg. He chewed on it and set one on Flynn and my plate. "I thought you were hungry?" Peter told Flynn.
"Well-I was--" Flynn was in a state of shock at the imaginary food.
A kid sat himself on the bench next to me. He had bleach blonde hair and keen blue eyes, but looked at Flynn distastefully. It seemed I did not exist.
"Pete, you grabbed an Irish kid?" He snorted, "Why?"
"It was a package deal," Peter explained to the snobby English blonde.
"Hope you got yerself something halfway," he replied.
A/N: Dundundun, sorry not much action goin on here, but y'know Dan is gonna say something, only its nearly time for practice so wait a couple of days, please, you'll have to wait longer if you don't review.
"Thanks," I told him. "Is there a reason you are here?"
"I think I know you," the boy paused.
"Well, this is my first time in England."
"No, in Ireland."
"You name it, I been there-this conversation have a point?"
"Not really?"
"Who are you?"
"Who are you?"
"I asked you first."
"I asked you second."
I stepped forward, over Flynn, the kicked back up without a shuffle of feet, but I refused to believe what my mind was saying, I was just tired, and he was a fairy tale.
"My, aren't we difficult." He said with a twinge of an English accent. "I'm Peter."
"Peter Pan?" Flynn asked, still lying down.
"The very same," Peter replied putting his fists on his hips. "Who are you?"
"Flynn," replied my friend.
"And you?" He asked me.
"The name's Dan."
"Pleased to meet you Flynn and Dan."
"Why are you here?" I asked.
"I used to listen to your stories in Belfast." Peter told me.
"And you were wondering if I'd pull a Wendy?" I guessed jumping the gun.
"Pull a Wendy?" Peter asked confused.
"Drop in and visit your boys and tell them a story or two?" I explained.
"If you want to," Peter replied with a grin. "What do you say?"
"I say I'll go, but don't expect too many stories, and Flynn goes as well."
"Okay."
"Alright." Flynn shot out from underneath the blanket and shook Peter's hand.
"Just how do we get there?" I asked.
Flynn elbowed me, "You of all people should know that Danann."
"Yeah, I do," I agreed, "but how?"
"Think happy thoughts," Peter told me with a grin.
It took me a while to think of something happy since my life is chock full of goodness, but one look at Flynn and I started spiraling in the air. Flynn had been the best thing that had ever happened to me.
Flynn grabbed my bag and Peter's hand and they followed me up into the sky. We flew past the moon and over a faint rainbow. "Second star to the left," Flynn told me and laughed. I blinked and saw an ocean and islands below me.
"Where to first?" Peter asked, looking at the both of us with a genuine smile.
"Sleep?" I suggested.
"Food." Flynn countered.
The fairy dusted that had aided us in our flight sprinkled off in silver as the three of us touched down on what seemed to be a small, lonely island. Peter weaved his way silently through the brush and beckoned us to follow. Flynn and I were just as silent. After what seemed like awhile, we came across what seemed to be an aerial civilization. Not a thing touched the ground except for the occasional vine, but above us were numerous shacks and bridges in each tree, extending to each other. Peter flew up and loosed us a ladder that Flynn and I climbed with ease, we were always climbing. Peter led us across four or five bridges and we ended up in what looked to be a kitchen. "The boys are all out, but we can start cooking food, and they'll come back."
Flynn and I put all the pots, pans, and platters in a fireplace, and took them out when they were smoking hot. We took the pans out the other door and set them on what looked to be a banquet table. By the time we had finished putting them all out, every seat at the table had been taken except for one at the end. Peter sent two blonde boys who looked like twins to fetch us two chairs. I watched the boys eat in amazement. They piled onto benches, stools, and chairs and took the lids off the pots. I couldn't see what they were eating, but it smelled good and they all dove in. The twins brought Flynn and me chairs and we sat down to get ready to eat. We waited for Peter who plopped down and took the lid off the platter before us.
I gasped, there was nothing there! This shocked both Flynn and I, but Peter reached onto the platter and pulled out what I guessed to be a chicken leg. He chewed on it and set one on Flynn and my plate. "I thought you were hungry?" Peter told Flynn.
"Well-I was--" Flynn was in a state of shock at the imaginary food.
A kid sat himself on the bench next to me. He had bleach blonde hair and keen blue eyes, but looked at Flynn distastefully. It seemed I did not exist.
"Pete, you grabbed an Irish kid?" He snorted, "Why?"
"It was a package deal," Peter explained to the snobby English blonde.
"Hope you got yerself something halfway," he replied.
A/N: Dundundun, sorry not much action goin on here, but y'know Dan is gonna say something, only its nearly time for practice so wait a couple of days, please, you'll have to wait longer if you don't review.