Pan grabbed her by the hand. She was aware of the child Harrison glaring at the back of her head. He snapped his fingers and the tall wooden gates swung open. Inside was a cluttered camp of wooden huts, with a large campfire in the center. Off to one side of the campfire was a long rack of swords ranging from rusty to perfectly new, and an equally full range of bows, each with a respectively filled quiver, and a smaller area dedicated specifically to knives.

*switches POV here*

"Mkay, wanna tell me what's going on?"

Harrsion snorted. "Wow Pan, she's certainly a lot like Wendy." "Wendy?" I asked. Harrison opened his mouth. "She was his-"

Pan stuffed a rag in Harrison's large mouth. "She lived here with me and the Lost Boys for a time." Pan said. I was confused. "What happened to her?" Instantly he whipped around and smacked me across the face. "We don't talk about her anymore, okay?"

"What kind of bloody shit is in your head?" I was furious. And at this point, I wasn't scared of getting hurt. I didn't care anymore. He looked around and mocked a condescending face. "Don't curse in front of the children!"

Harrison snorted again. I was sick of him being an asshat, and punched his arm with just enough force to knock him to the side a little. Pan raised an eyebrow at me, and reached for my wrist. I pulled away from his. "Don't you touch me!" He scoffed and grabbed my arm, ignoring my protests and scratching and kicking. I stumbled after him. He pushed me in front of a small, slightly shabby (though it's not like any of them were in good condition) hut. "This is yours." he said. I knew what he was doing. And I was not going to bitch and moan. I was going to re-vamp this trashy stick pile. "Thanks!" I smiled at him, and he looked confused. I put my hair in a ponytail and rolled up my sweatshirt sleeves. I walked inside my new home. It could have been worse. Some of the wood was moldy and starting to peel. The roof was made of fronds and sticks, which would have been okay except for the massive tear going through it. I decided as it looked like I was going to be spending a lot of time here, that I wasn't going to skirt around this and fix the superficial problems. This was going to be the best damn hut that Peter Pan had ever seen.

I ended up tearing down all four walls, which turned out to be a good thing because three of the support posts were rotting and looked just about ready to collapse. I cut three small trees and replaced the posts, holding the roof up with my knee and shoulder (don't ask) while doing so. Some of the wood used for the walls was salvageable, but most of it had to go. I spent what felt like hours gathering sticks before I stumbled into a grove of trees that were quite like bamboo, but stronger and actual wood. I cut as many of those as I needed and hauled them all back to the camp. I was aware of all the stares I was receiving from boys ages 7-13, but I sucessfully ignored them all, including the looks from Pan. I was pretty sure he was really just looking at my ass. I don't know why, I looked like a hot mess. But I suppose he doesn't see too many girls in Neverland.

When my walls were done, I went to the roof. The support beams were pretty intact, but the roofing itself needed work. Remember the bamboo-ish trees? My hands were bleeding and gross after this (not to say the guitar callouses and sheet music paper cuts were super sexy to begin with) but after forever I had woven three different sections from the tree fibres. I placed them carefully onto the roof, and then covered that with some foliage anyway. The floor was dirt, but it was packed so hard that it wasn't really awful by itself. But I was so determined to have the best hut! I spent another forever weaving a fibre doormat (no shoes in my hut) and covered the dirt floor with a thick layer of large leaves and fronds. After I walked on them for long enough they would start to adjust and make better flooring. I had no idea what to do for a bed, so I figured I would just lay on the floor and use my sweatshirt as a pillow. The Lost Boys couldn't have had much better.

I made sure that I was 100% done, and stepped outside to see what awaited me in my new hut neighborhood.

There was a small crowd of gathered boys, but when Pan approached they all scattered and got back to doing chores. He looked impressed, which I found hilarious. "Do you need to eat?" he said, sounding rather inconvenienced. But I was hella prepared. I reached into my hut and pulled out a mango and a coconut. "I'm all set, but thanks though."

He looked me up and down, which I found a little disconcerting. Pan stepped close to me, and I could feel his breath on my ear when he spoke. "Your hut looks nice enough, but maybe you'd want to join me in mine.."

I wasn't sure how to feel. He was super hot, but he acted like a tyrant. How would he treat me if I starting sleeping with him? I was about to back away, but one hand set on the back of my neck and the other cupped my ass. That hand slowly moved down my thigh, but thankfully he pulled it away and rested it on my cheek. "Your heart is beating a little fast, Jessica."

Well it certainly was now. My name sounded breathy and poetic from his mouth. I wanted him to kiss my neck.

Nope! That was like, Stockholm Syndrome, or like, mind control. Can he do mind control?! I had no doubt that he was very good at was he was suggesting we do, but I couldn't. Except really, actually I could. And I probably would. But I wasn't going to let him win. "Maybe if you're nice," I started, "we could take it to your hut. Not yet," I pouted and continued, "You've been a little bit mean."

He looked rather taken aback, but also somewhat amused. I stood on my tiptoes and left a kiss at the top of his left cheekbone. Without another word I turned around and stepped into my little house.