"It was a package deal," Peter explained to the snobby English blonde.
"I hope you got yerself something halfway decent," he replied.
I motioned for Flynn to sit back down, and lloked at Peter who looked back at me. My stone grey eyes glared into this kid's icy blue ones as he followed Peter's gaze.
With one hand on the table I searched for the appropriate dish, never taking my eyes away from the boy's, and found it, a pie plate. In Never Land I knew that a lot of imagining was involved so I imagined that there was food in all the pans and platters like the boys acted like there were. I hoped and imagined that there really was food as I launched the pie plate in the kid's face.
The pie plate fell away, but what remained on his face looked to be custard. Flynn and I laughed and Peter, fists on his hips, grinned. I then looked back at the table as I knew Flynn was doing. Every food item you could imagine lay present on that table, potatoes, fries, chicken, turkey, ham, roast beef, gravy, vegetables, fruit, and countless pies and cakes. Flynn dove into the food instantly and my laughter soon gave way to hunger so I dove in as well.
By that time the English kid had regained his snobby composure and asked me sternly, "Who the hell are you? And what right do you have to do that to me?"
I grinned.
"She's a guest," Peter introduced me.
"You're a she?" The kid asked doubtfully.
"Not to bright is he?" Flynn asked Peter quietly.
Peter ruffled the kid's hair in response.
"D'you want to say that to my face?" The kid asked.
I jumped up to face him and pulled out my knife; the same time he did.
"Who in the bloody hell are you?" He asked again, clearly frustrated by my defensive nature.
"Who in ruddy hell are you?" I countered.
"I asked you first."
"Ladies first," I growled.
"Danny," Peter reprimanded.
"Fine, fine," I turned away from the kid, then turned back and pointed my knife in his face, "You'd best watch your back if you've got a problem with Flynn."
"What're you, 'is mum?"
"Practically," I replied.
"Dan, Snitch, Snitch, Dan," Peter introduced us.
"We've already met," I told Peter with a wry grin.
After we were done eating, Peter introduced both me and Flynn. The boys replied with a nod and a grin. Then the boys dispersed and we were allowed to walk around and check out our surroundings. A little Indian boy, hardly Flynn's age showed us around, his name was Flame. Meanwhile Pan had a chat with Snitch.
Our tour was done and Flame left us to go play with some of his friends. A presence behind me caused me turn around and I found myself facing Snitch. "I hear you two are in the same business I am."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Also that your wanted by the majority of Ireland, is that right?"
"Damn straight," Flynn piped up.
"So what do you kids do around here for fun?" I asked as the sun started to set.
"What do you want to do?" Peter asked floating by us.
"Hey, is that a bonfire?" Snitch interrupted pointing to an altogether larger island. Way up in the mountains I saw a glow of light and turned to Peter.
"Let's go visit the Indians then."
Everybody came with us as we crossed over to the main island and trekked up the mountain. Once I got there,, I realized I really didn't want to go. I hung back from the rest of the group and waited for them to go out of sight and followed them, quite a distance away. Just outside the bonfire there was a ring of firs, one of which was out of the way so I crawled into it, unseen. I watched Flynn, happy that he was around boys just like him, and that he was having fun, and he didn't mind that I wasn't by his side.
I liked playing with Flynn, but all of these boys made me feel sad and awkward. Two things I had never felt before. I knew that I should fit in, these boys were no different than I was, why then did it feel so odd? All the Lost Boys were playing with the Indian boys and Peter was dancing with Tigerr Lily. Tiger Lily was the Indian chief's daughter, this I knew from telling the stories so much, and realized why I didn't fit in, after remembering what all the girls in Never Land did to Wendy. Flynn I could tell was ecstatic to finally meet her Peter introduced Flynn and they talked, but Peter was soon out of my sight.
"Dan," I heard him call quietly.
I clung to the trunk of the fir and watched the fire from my perch.
"Danny." Peter said practically behind me.
"What?" I asked not turning to face him.
"You were the one who wanted to do something fun---why don't you come down?"
"I don't fit in," I replied with weak feeling.
"Sure you do."
"No. I don't." I retorted, "You remember when you brought Wendy, Tiger Lily didn't like her, Tink sold her out, and the mermaids tried to kill her. I'm not Wendy, but I know a potential cat fight when I see one."
"Come on." He pleaded.
I glared into his bright green eyes and he gave me a reassuring grin. "Fine." I shimmied down the tree and started to follow Peter. He rejoined the circle of fun, while I ran down the mountainside and back to the Lost Boys' island. I skipped rocks for awhile, but when I got tired I pulled myself into a tree, above the houses in the limbs, and fell asleep.
***A/N: Not much of a cliffhanger I know, but I updated, and hey, that's all that counts right? Don't forget to review, I will love you forever!***
"I hope you got yerself something halfway decent," he replied.
I motioned for Flynn to sit back down, and lloked at Peter who looked back at me. My stone grey eyes glared into this kid's icy blue ones as he followed Peter's gaze.
With one hand on the table I searched for the appropriate dish, never taking my eyes away from the boy's, and found it, a pie plate. In Never Land I knew that a lot of imagining was involved so I imagined that there was food in all the pans and platters like the boys acted like there were. I hoped and imagined that there really was food as I launched the pie plate in the kid's face.
The pie plate fell away, but what remained on his face looked to be custard. Flynn and I laughed and Peter, fists on his hips, grinned. I then looked back at the table as I knew Flynn was doing. Every food item you could imagine lay present on that table, potatoes, fries, chicken, turkey, ham, roast beef, gravy, vegetables, fruit, and countless pies and cakes. Flynn dove into the food instantly and my laughter soon gave way to hunger so I dove in as well.
By that time the English kid had regained his snobby composure and asked me sternly, "Who the hell are you? And what right do you have to do that to me?"
I grinned.
"She's a guest," Peter introduced me.
"You're a she?" The kid asked doubtfully.
"Not to bright is he?" Flynn asked Peter quietly.
Peter ruffled the kid's hair in response.
"D'you want to say that to my face?" The kid asked.
I jumped up to face him and pulled out my knife; the same time he did.
"Who in the bloody hell are you?" He asked again, clearly frustrated by my defensive nature.
"Who in ruddy hell are you?" I countered.
"I asked you first."
"Ladies first," I growled.
"Danny," Peter reprimanded.
"Fine, fine," I turned away from the kid, then turned back and pointed my knife in his face, "You'd best watch your back if you've got a problem with Flynn."
"What're you, 'is mum?"
"Practically," I replied.
"Dan, Snitch, Snitch, Dan," Peter introduced us.
"We've already met," I told Peter with a wry grin.
After we were done eating, Peter introduced both me and Flynn. The boys replied with a nod and a grin. Then the boys dispersed and we were allowed to walk around and check out our surroundings. A little Indian boy, hardly Flynn's age showed us around, his name was Flame. Meanwhile Pan had a chat with Snitch.
Our tour was done and Flame left us to go play with some of his friends. A presence behind me caused me turn around and I found myself facing Snitch. "I hear you two are in the same business I am."
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Also that your wanted by the majority of Ireland, is that right?"
"Damn straight," Flynn piped up.
"So what do you kids do around here for fun?" I asked as the sun started to set.
"What do you want to do?" Peter asked floating by us.
"Hey, is that a bonfire?" Snitch interrupted pointing to an altogether larger island. Way up in the mountains I saw a glow of light and turned to Peter.
"Let's go visit the Indians then."
Everybody came with us as we crossed over to the main island and trekked up the mountain. Once I got there,, I realized I really didn't want to go. I hung back from the rest of the group and waited for them to go out of sight and followed them, quite a distance away. Just outside the bonfire there was a ring of firs, one of which was out of the way so I crawled into it, unseen. I watched Flynn, happy that he was around boys just like him, and that he was having fun, and he didn't mind that I wasn't by his side.
I liked playing with Flynn, but all of these boys made me feel sad and awkward. Two things I had never felt before. I knew that I should fit in, these boys were no different than I was, why then did it feel so odd? All the Lost Boys were playing with the Indian boys and Peter was dancing with Tigerr Lily. Tiger Lily was the Indian chief's daughter, this I knew from telling the stories so much, and realized why I didn't fit in, after remembering what all the girls in Never Land did to Wendy. Flynn I could tell was ecstatic to finally meet her Peter introduced Flynn and they talked, but Peter was soon out of my sight.
"Dan," I heard him call quietly.
I clung to the trunk of the fir and watched the fire from my perch.
"Danny." Peter said practically behind me.
"What?" I asked not turning to face him.
"You were the one who wanted to do something fun---why don't you come down?"
"I don't fit in," I replied with weak feeling.
"Sure you do."
"No. I don't." I retorted, "You remember when you brought Wendy, Tiger Lily didn't like her, Tink sold her out, and the mermaids tried to kill her. I'm not Wendy, but I know a potential cat fight when I see one."
"Come on." He pleaded.
I glared into his bright green eyes and he gave me a reassuring grin. "Fine." I shimmied down the tree and started to follow Peter. He rejoined the circle of fun, while I ran down the mountainside and back to the Lost Boys' island. I skipped rocks for awhile, but when I got tired I pulled myself into a tree, above the houses in the limbs, and fell asleep.
***A/N: Not much of a cliffhanger I know, but I updated, and hey, that's all that counts right? Don't forget to review, I will love you forever!***