Nibs ran into the room, breathing heavily with exertion. "The-The Jolly- Jolly Roger!" He huffed, eyes wide with shock. "It's- on fire!"
The others stood up and gathered around him, shooting off question after question about what he'd seen. "I was down at Mermaid Lagoon when I heard one of the girls shout so I looked over at her. She was pointing up at the sky. There were huge clouds of black smoke just flooding the sky so I flew out of there to see what was going on." He explained. "There were dead pirate's all over the deck and I saw Hook and some others trying to get off the boat. It looked like someone had dropped a bomb into the middle of the ship or something! There were flames everywhere!"
The teens and children began yelling excitedly about this turn of events, but Angie quickly silenced them as she caught site of the worry on the boy's face. "What else?" She asked. "What else did you see, Nibs?"
The blond teen trembled as fear clouded his features. "Peter." He whispered. The other lost boys hissed in surprise and pulled close as he continued. "Peter was standing on the top mast. There was blood on his sword. I don't know how he could've- but he did- he was the one who killed them. He killed all those pirates in cold blood." Nibs stared into Angel's deep brown eyes with a look of utmost desperation. "How could he do that, Ange?" He asked, quietly. "How could Peter kill like that?"
Angie just shook her head at the younger teen. She didn't know. It didn't sound like Peter to her, but what did she know? She'd only been in Neverland for two and half weeks, one of which she hadn't even been conscious.
Peter slipped into his room quietly. He'd gotten past the others without them seeing him and he thought he was safe. "Why'd you do it?"
Peter groaned and turned to the girl seated on his bed. "Do what?" He asked, trying to pretend that his torn clothes weren't stained with the blood of slain pirates.
"You know what." She answered, face pale and eyes downcast. "Why'd you kill the pirates?"
Peter felt a shudder of guilty pleasure run through his body at the memory of the burning ship. "I don't know." He lied, looking away as shame tore into him.
The girl stood and strode over to him, forcing him to look into her eyes. "Tell me, Peter." She whispered, a single tear rolling down her cheek as if she already knew the truth. "You can trust me."
Peter took a ragged breath and stepped away from her. "You'd hate me if I told you."
Angie refused to give in. "No. I won't hate you."
"How would you know?"
"Because I already have a few suspicions about the answer."
"Like what?" When Angie didn't answer, he stepped close again and tilted her face up to his own. Looking into her unnaturally deep eyes, he repeated his question. "Like what?"
Angie tore her gaze away and whispered. "For me." Peter stiffened and Angie knew she'd hit home with her response. "You did it, because they hurt me. Because you think of me as one of your responsibilities."
Peter didn't move, didn't speak. He stayed as still as he possibly could as Angie looked up at him again. A single tear ran down her cheek and he lifted his hand to wipe it away, his heart wrenching at the sight of her pained eyes. "Would it be so bad if that was the reason?" He asked. His voice was strangely thick and husky as he muttered the question.
Angie felt her heart leap into her throat at the look in his eyes. "Yes." She whispered. "Because I- I want to be so much more than just some stupid responsibility." Peter hissed inwardly at the confession. Angie turned away and walked to the small window on the other side of the room. "I know it's stupid." She said quietly. "But I can't help it." A rueful laugh escaped her lips as she stared off into space. "It's how I feel."
Peter felt himself move towards her and, against his will and better judgment, he slid his arms around her waist and pressed himself against her. Angie gasped as his lips brushed against her neck. "It's not stupid." He muttered against her smooth, cool skin. "By the Gods, it's the furthest thing from stupid I've ever heard!"
Angie turned in his arms and immediately regretted the movement. She found herself at eye level with those perfectly kissable lips and fought to suppress a moan. "Peter, I-"
"Shh…" He interrupted. "Don't say anything. Please don't say anything." He begged quietly before pressing his lips to hers in a tentative, questioning kiss.
Angie shivered at the contact and slid her hands to the boy's chest. His kiss was nervous and questing, almost as if he was seeking permission as his lips simply lay against hers. The red head pressed her lips more firmly to his and both teens opened their lips slightly. Peter held her more tightly to himself, one hand on the small of her back as the other slid it's way up to press gently between her shoulder blades.
Angie leaned into the kiss as the green-eyed boy deepened it. Their lips slid together in a slow, graceful dance as one of her hands slid further up his chest before coming to rest at the junction of his neck and shoulder. The two stood together for what seemed like an eternity before Angie pulled away.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Angie closed her eyes and drew in a deep shuddering breath. She'd never been kissed so gently, so perfectly, by anyone. Peter tightened his grip on her as though she would fade away at any moment. "Thank you." The brown-eyed girl whispered softly, pressing her lips to his cheek.
Peter's eyes widened in surprise. "For what?" He asked.
He felt her smile against his skin as she answered. "For being you." Angie stepped from his arms and pressed a final quick, chaste kiss to his lips. "Goodnight." She whispered before hurrying from the room.
Crystal and Slightly watched as Angel slipped from Peter's room and hurried down the hall. "Wander what that was about." Slightly whispered.
Crystal stifled a giggle. "I'll bet you I know."
Slightly looked at the petite Asian curiously. "Oh?" He asked. "And how might that be?"
"Trust me." She answered. "You don't want to know."
Slightly just grinned and shook his head before heading towards his own room.