CHAPTER 4: Evil Dreams

The moon shone brightly over the two as they flew back to the house. Peter looked over at Jasmine. She just flew with no expression on her face. What and who was this "boyfriend" she talked about? He had better ask her.

"Jasmine?" Peter asked

"Hmm?" she responded.

"What is a boyfriend? Who is he? I have never heard of such a word before." They stopped flying at sat down on a tree near the house.

"Peter, a boyfriend is...well...sort of...he is a boy that you are really good friends with, and whom you love very much. He will stand by you no matter what and promises to love you each and every single day. Unless, he cheats on you."

"What is this 'cheating' you speak of?"

"Cheating is when a guy or a girl goes behind their girlfriend or boyfriend's back and get another one they love. Or they can kiss another, sleep with another..."

"What is so wrong with sleeping. Is it not right to sleep with two different people?" Jasmine was about to make a comment, but then she had remembered. Peter was not familiar to the "sleeping" she was talking about. He meant sleep as in Zzz's, not sleep as in, have sex with.

"Peter, there are 2 kinds of sleep. There is sleep, where you actually sleep, like snore, dream, that kind of stuff. Then there is sleeping, like...um...how do I put this...making love to another person. You know, the touchy-feely stuff." Peter did not want to hear anymore of this love and touchy-feely things. He did not want to be exposed to feelings.

"OK, thanks Jasmine. I was just wondering."

"Anytime, Peter." They got up and flew to the tree house. Jasmine walked in to find the central room completely covered with broken toys. And there was not a Lost Boy in sight. Jasmine muttered under her breath. Then shouted.

"Boys! Get in here, please!" Slightly, Nibs, Curly, Tootles, and the twins poked their heads out of the bedroom. They walked slowly out of the bedroom, across the sea of scattered toy parts, and stopped in front of Jasmine. Tootles stepped out in front of the boys.

"Y-yes mother? What is it you wanted?"

"Look at this room! I bring a wonderful present, and you destroy all of them! Look at this... car wheels all over, popped off doll heads, LegosĀ® all over the place, don't you boys know how to clean up after each other?" The boys had tears welled up in their eyes. Wendy had never yelled at them like this, so why was she? "Now I want you all to please, clean this up. Put the toys in they bag I brought them in. Thank you." Jasmine sighed, and placed a hand over her head. She slumped down in a chair made of bearskin and wicker. Jasmine closed her eyes, and opened them a second later to find Peter staring down at her. He looked angry. He opened his mouth to speak, but Jasmine already started.

"Peter, please don't. I have a major headache. Can you please be a doll and go bring me my suitcase? I have a bottle of aspirin in there. Please and thank you." Peter turned sharply on his heel and returned a minute later with her suitcase.

"Peter, you're a doll. Thank you so much. I'm sorry I yelled at the boys like that, It's just, I hate to see a huge mess. Maybe I ought to have been softer with them. They are very young." Peter sat down next to her, and nodded his head.

"It's OK Jazz. You were angry. We all get angry sometimes."

"Peter, may I have my iPod? I need my music." Peter reached into his case which usually held his dagger, but at which time held her iPod. He handed it to her. She bent down and reached into her suitcase. She pulled out a second set of headphones. "You want to listen?" Peter nodded and took the headphones. He leaned back in his seat and just listened to the soft tunes Jasmine was playing. He liked this iPod thing. He was lucky he went to get Jasmine.

After a while, all was quiet. Peter was still up. Jasmine had drifted off to sleep, listening to what was now punk-rock music. Peter took off his headphones and slowly took off Jasmine's. He grabbed the iPod and placed it in her suitcase. He gently picked her up, and floated her over to the bed. He placed her on top of the sheets and got under the cover on his own side. Slowly, but surely, he fell asleep without a sound.

JASMINE'S DREAM:

Jasmine was flying high above the universe, over towards Earth. On top of the Earth stood her boyfriend, Jonathan. She looked over. Onto of the Neverland atmosphere was Peter. She kept being pulled by an imaginary force towards Neverland. She finally started to fall, and landed in Neverland forest. High above the clouds, she saw Jonathan and Peter dueling with swords and daggers. Jasmine cried for them to stop, but they wouldn't. Eventually, the sky turned black and only the moonlight let Jasmine see the two boys fighting.

Suddenly, Jasmine was upped towards they sky where the two were fighting. Peter and Jonathan stood on either side of her. A big, booming voice came out of nowhere.

"Jasmine Daught! You must choose now!"

"Choose? Choose what?"

"Are you that dumb? Who you want to be with! You must choose; Peter or Jonathan. Each boy has his pros and cons. Be wise with the choice." The voice disappeared, and Jasmine was left floating. She must choose.

"Jonathan, you know my fair Jasmine will likely choose me over you!" cried Peter.

"Oh no, you are mistaken my good man. It will be me who Jasmine will be with by the end of the night, and I am willing to fight to the death to defend my love for...uh...my love!"

"Have at thee!" cried Peter as he soared towards Jonathan at amazing speed. They met with a clash of their swords.

"Peter! Jonathan! No! Stop, I beg of you!" But they wouldn't stop. They flew outward from each other, then headed towards each other with their daggers pointed at each other's throats. Jasmine wanted to look away, but somehow, she couldn't. They smashed into each other, slicing each other's throats. Jasmine screamed, as both feel hard to the ground, blood scattering every where.

Jasmine woke up, screaming. Peter stood over her, his dagger ready.

"Who has hurt you? Was it Hook?"

"Hook? He's still around? I thought he died!"

"Well, unfortunately, Hook escaped with a little help from his pirate crew. Now he's back on the loose, more mad than ever. You have to be super careful around here now, Jasmine. One false move could start a catastrophe!" Jasmine nodded, and looked at her watch. 2:30 a.m.

"Peter? I know this sounds childish, but would you sit next to me? My mum used to do this to me after, say, a bad thunderstorm or a horrible nightmare." Peter did not think of this as childish at all. The Lost Boys sometimes asked for him to sit with them during a bad time. He slid next to Jasmine, who was resting her head on the pillow. He rubbed her arm gently, and soon she fell into a deep, dreamless sleep.

A/N: I'm really like this chapter, and I hope you do to! Thanks for r&r-ing, even If it only was 1 person.

marine-girl: Thanx for being my first reviewer! I like the name too! And yes, I'll keep going!

HaRrY's-HoT101 :-)