*I've tried at two other stories and I didn't like them as much. I deleted them so don't bother
looking for them. This is going to be my last one....and I kind of like it so far..But that's because I
know what the second chapter is about..and no, it's not like it's happy during that part so don't
go judging it already.*
"Leave me alone, you bastard!"cried Kit. Her face red in rage. She strode pass Peter and
sauntered out the
swinging door. It showed a split image of Peter and when Kit looked back in he was gone.
"Serves the bastard
right."she murmured. As if trying to comfort herself. She disappeared upstairs to hide. On the
wooden floor pictures
were scattered. Pictures of Neverland and it's inhabinates.
Kit's light evenly tanned body was shivering with each breath she took. A small tear fell from
her icy blue
eyes. Her cheeks were possibly rosy from the rage she had been in. She had choppy blonde hair
that really just made
who she was. She wore a vintage black dress and no shoes.
Peter had blonde hair that seemed he hacked at it himself and dark green eyes. His body was
tanned from
his time in Neverland. He wore a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans. He sat on Kit's roof staring
at the stars.
Morning would be coming soon and he would have to wait until the next night to leave. But he
floated upwards and
started leaving. Wondering if he would ever be back.
She stared at the pictures. She had a photo of the fairies dancing beautifully and to the naked
eye seem just
like dragon flies but people who knew what they were could see it. A picture of Hook that had
him with one leg
propped up on a rock. He had his hook held menacingly in the air. A picture of the Lost Boys
sitting around
laughing. A photo of the Indians having a feast with Peter and the Lost Boys. A picture of Tiger
Lily creeping up on
an animal. The pirates tying up the Lost Boys. Mermaids trying to drown pirates. Peter and Hook
fighting. Peter with
a cocky grin and Hook with a sinister grin. Even a photo of the crocodile basking in the sunlight
with a hungering
look in his eyes. Then the last picture of Kit kissing Peter. Kit had taken all the pictures except
the last one and she
knew not who took it. She looked as if she was going to rip it but a knock on her window
disturbed her.
Slowly and cautiously she opened it. Staring back at her was the one and only Captain Jas
Hook. "What are
you doing here?"growled Kit. "The skies in Neverland are stormy." "So?" "They are only stormy
when Peter is either
sad, mad, or dead," Her dinner seemed to lurch in her throat. "But he's not dead," Her dinner
went back down and
she felt relieved. "I'm guessing you made him sad." "I made him sad?"questioned Kit. "By
leaving him." "I want to
make it clear that he hurt me." "You don't seem hurt." "Hurt isn't just on the outside. It's in the
inside as well." "I
see." "Are we actually having a civilized conversastion?"asked Kit sarcastically. Hook smirked.
"Guess so." "So why
do you care that Peter is sad?" "The storm and the snow is making it hard to move about." "I'm
not going back if
your asking me to." "When have I ever asked you for anything?" "Are you saying that you are
just going to take
me?" "I never offered the idea. You made me think of it." She rested her head in her hands and
closed her eyes. "I
can't."
Hook began looking through the photos and a few that Kit had taken that weren't mentioned.
"These are
good pictures."he said. "Are you saying that because you are in them?" "Well, that's a plus."he
said slowly. "Thought
so." She watched him examine the one of her and Peter kissing. "Who took this one? I'm
guessing you were usually
the behind the camera girl." "Ya. I have no idea." "Hm. Well, it's a good picture. You two seemed
to, dare I say, love
each other." "I wish we didn't. It would of made it so much easier if we didn't." "Life isn't easy."
"In Neverland it's
supposed to be." "I suppose so." "Has Peter ever loved before?" "Yes." "Who?" "Wendy Moira
Angela Darling."
"So she is real?" "Yes." "Peter doesn't remember her." "No, no he doesn't. Neverland does not
improve your memory
in any one. It degrades it most likely." "You seem to remember things. And the Indians. And the
Mermaids. Almost
everyone remembers things except Peter and the Lost Boys." "Because they are forever children."
"I don't think I could forever be a child." "Everyone can forever be a child, Kit." "Maybe I don't
want to."
"Then you I give a clap to." "Why?" "Everyone I speak to wish they could either stay a child
forever or go back to
being a child." "Maybe when I'm older I'll want to be a child." "It'll be too late then." "It's never
too late for
anything." "They try to make you believe that, that remark is true but it is not." "You have been
through the stage of
a child in Neverland, Hook, tell me, why did you grow up?" He looked carefully at the young
sixteen year old girl
before him. "I had to grow up." "I'll go now, let's go." "Alright. Just remember I hadn't forced you
into it." "I will."
She grabbed her camera that had a new roll of film in it. Kit walked out the window and sat on
the ship.
Dawn was breaking in and the stars were slowly winking out. But the Jolly Roger zoomed off
into the sky
and towards the right one before it winked out. They made it through the star and slowly began
drifting back to the
ground. Being up in the sky during a storm is not the best thing. Kit looked at the pirates messing
around with the
masses and quickly took a picture. The flash mistaken for a flash of lightening.
*Did you like it? Well, I hope you did. ^.^*
looking for them. This is going to be my last one....and I kind of like it so far..But that's because I
know what the second chapter is about..and no, it's not like it's happy during that part so don't
go judging it already.*
"Leave me alone, you bastard!"cried Kit. Her face red in rage. She strode pass Peter and
sauntered out the
swinging door. It showed a split image of Peter and when Kit looked back in he was gone.
"Serves the bastard
right."she murmured. As if trying to comfort herself. She disappeared upstairs to hide. On the
wooden floor pictures
were scattered. Pictures of Neverland and it's inhabinates.
Kit's light evenly tanned body was shivering with each breath she took. A small tear fell from
her icy blue
eyes. Her cheeks were possibly rosy from the rage she had been in. She had choppy blonde hair
that really just made
who she was. She wore a vintage black dress and no shoes.
Peter had blonde hair that seemed he hacked at it himself and dark green eyes. His body was
tanned from
his time in Neverland. He wore a dark green shirt and dark blue jeans. He sat on Kit's roof staring
at the stars.
Morning would be coming soon and he would have to wait until the next night to leave. But he
floated upwards and
started leaving. Wondering if he would ever be back.
She stared at the pictures. She had a photo of the fairies dancing beautifully and to the naked
eye seem just
like dragon flies but people who knew what they were could see it. A picture of Hook that had
him with one leg
propped up on a rock. He had his hook held menacingly in the air. A picture of the Lost Boys
sitting around
laughing. A photo of the Indians having a feast with Peter and the Lost Boys. A picture of Tiger
Lily creeping up on
an animal. The pirates tying up the Lost Boys. Mermaids trying to drown pirates. Peter and Hook
fighting. Peter with
a cocky grin and Hook with a sinister grin. Even a photo of the crocodile basking in the sunlight
with a hungering
look in his eyes. Then the last picture of Kit kissing Peter. Kit had taken all the pictures except
the last one and she
knew not who took it. She looked as if she was going to rip it but a knock on her window
disturbed her.
Slowly and cautiously she opened it. Staring back at her was the one and only Captain Jas
Hook. "What are
you doing here?"growled Kit. "The skies in Neverland are stormy." "So?" "They are only stormy
when Peter is either
sad, mad, or dead," Her dinner seemed to lurch in her throat. "But he's not dead," Her dinner
went back down and
she felt relieved. "I'm guessing you made him sad." "I made him sad?"questioned Kit. "By
leaving him." "I want to
make it clear that he hurt me." "You don't seem hurt." "Hurt isn't just on the outside. It's in the
inside as well." "I
see." "Are we actually having a civilized conversastion?"asked Kit sarcastically. Hook smirked.
"Guess so." "So why
do you care that Peter is sad?" "The storm and the snow is making it hard to move about." "I'm
not going back if
your asking me to." "When have I ever asked you for anything?" "Are you saying that you are
just going to take
me?" "I never offered the idea. You made me think of it." She rested her head in her hands and
closed her eyes. "I
can't."
Hook began looking through the photos and a few that Kit had taken that weren't mentioned.
"These are
good pictures."he said. "Are you saying that because you are in them?" "Well, that's a plus."he
said slowly. "Thought
so." She watched him examine the one of her and Peter kissing. "Who took this one? I'm
guessing you were usually
the behind the camera girl." "Ya. I have no idea." "Hm. Well, it's a good picture. You two seemed
to, dare I say, love
each other." "I wish we didn't. It would of made it so much easier if we didn't." "Life isn't easy."
"In Neverland it's
supposed to be." "I suppose so." "Has Peter ever loved before?" "Yes." "Who?" "Wendy Moira
Angela Darling."
"So she is real?" "Yes." "Peter doesn't remember her." "No, no he doesn't. Neverland does not
improve your memory
in any one. It degrades it most likely." "You seem to remember things. And the Indians. And the
Mermaids. Almost
everyone remembers things except Peter and the Lost Boys." "Because they are forever children."
"I don't think I could forever be a child." "Everyone can forever be a child, Kit." "Maybe I don't
want to."
"Then you I give a clap to." "Why?" "Everyone I speak to wish they could either stay a child
forever or go back to
being a child." "Maybe when I'm older I'll want to be a child." "It'll be too late then." "It's never
too late for
anything." "They try to make you believe that, that remark is true but it is not." "You have been
through the stage of
a child in Neverland, Hook, tell me, why did you grow up?" He looked carefully at the young
sixteen year old girl
before him. "I had to grow up." "I'll go now, let's go." "Alright. Just remember I hadn't forced you
into it." "I will."
She grabbed her camera that had a new roll of film in it. Kit walked out the window and sat on
the ship.
Dawn was breaking in and the stars were slowly winking out. But the Jolly Roger zoomed off
into the sky
and towards the right one before it winked out. They made it through the star and slowly began
drifting back to the
ground. Being up in the sky during a storm is not the best thing. Kit looked at the pirates messing
around with the
masses and quickly took a picture. The flash mistaken for a flash of lightening.
*Did you like it? Well, I hope you did. ^.^*
