A/N: Hey, I'm back. I guess this chapter is like filler because I'm still trying to decide what exactly will happen with the rest of the story. That's also why it's so short. I just felt like I needed to post a chapter since I haven't in awhile. I hope you enjoy. This is defiantly one of my favorite stories to write chapters for.
Dancing with Peter was probably the most amazing experience of all. He effortlessly glided her through each step. He was so young yet still knew so much! She felt like her heart was beating a million times a minute. Here she was in Neverland dancing with Peter Pan himself inside Faerie Glen! Being in Peter's arms she felt such comfort, like nothing in the world could ever hurt her, it was truly a wonderful feeling. Sadly though, the song finally came to an end and she heard herself expressing the need to return to the hideout. Yes, she wished she could stay here forever but she was very tired and she had to meet Ronan the next day.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, Peter I will never forget this as long as I live. However unlike you I do get tired sometimes." Margaret replied jokingly.
"Young boys never get tired! If they did then they would have no fun!" Peter declared in return, "Young girls can be sissy's though."
"Hey! Another girl remark?"
"They're very nice but they always…."
"Always what?"
"Never mind, let's just go home." Peter held out his hand and Margaret accepted, but she could sense a change in his personality. Like a sudden sadness had come over him for just an instant. Then, as quickly as it came it left, as young boys do not dwell on things for long.
Upon arriving home Margaret said goodnight to Peter, and snuggled into her bed. Suddenly she was very excited to see Ronan the next day.
Ronan paced nervously in the middle of the meadow. Margaret was late and he was afraid she had forgotten. He had been told of how alluring Peter could be . Just as he was about to leave, he saw her approaching and immediately the frown on his face was replaced by a huge smile. He was once again reminded of her captivating beauty.
"Hi Ronan!" she greeted him with a kiss on the cheek.
Momentarily taken aback by the show of affection he quickly recovered, "Hi, um, I made this for you." He quickly thrust the painting into Margaret's hands.
"Oh my gosh! This is extraordinary; I didn't know you were such a talented painter! You really captured the essence of the sunset last night."
"You saw it too?"
"Yeah, Peter and I watched it before we went to the Faerie Glen. That's why I was late we spent quite awhile there, the faeries were so breathtaking."
"What did you do there?" Ronan asked instantly jealous.
"Admired the faeries and danced. Peter is quite a remarkable dancer."
"You know I can dance too."
"Really?"
"Yep, can I show you?"
Margaret giggled, "Certainly."
Ronan carefully put his arm on her waist and took her right hand in his.
"Ok, um…."
"You don't have to be so nervous."
"I'm not! Why would I be?"
"I don't know."
Staring into Ronan's eyes sent shivers up her spine. Her attraction to Ronan was so different from her attraction to Peter. It was if she was a totally different person around both of them. As they waltzed across the meadow each relishing each other's presence, both could sense each other's feelings. Unbeknownst to them, Killing and Peter looked on from the surrounding brush.