Hey! I'm up with a new chapter! Sorry that it took a while, I've been sick so I didn't have any time to write for you guys.

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I've been a little more careful with my writing, and I'm positive that it's not many mistakes this time. You see, I use an iPad, and those of you that own one know how hard iit's to write with one on this site. Its incredibly hard, becausit has this terribly annoying autocorrect, and it often ruined what you write. It changes out words and stuff, so beware. There were a few mistakes (random words that just popped up for example) in my last chapter...

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I looked a little more closely at Jack.

He was a tall boy with brown hair, and even though it was quite dark I could still see that his eyes were an odd - but beautiful- shade of brown, unlike anything I've ever seen before. He didn't use any shoes, but had bare feet, and his clothes were decorated with various leaves and other stuff you'd find in a wild forest.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, curious of what this fairy tale boy did in my bedroom.

The boy lifted his feet up, and folded them underneath him. He was again in the air, sitting in a position you only saw on TV. He placed his head in his hands, trying to think about his answer.

"I was looking for something," he answered a little while after. He said it casually, as if flying trough a sleeping girl's bedroom looking for something was a normal thing to do.

"For what?" I asked. I really wanted to know what was in my room, that he wanted so badly. I didn't own any stuff of value, not even a couple of necklaces. Yes, my mother had tried to offer me some, but I thought they were too girly, so I always turned her down nicely. I didn't like the way people thought that the ones with expensive jewelry were more worth than those without, so I didn't wear it because I didn't want to be looked at as if I were a huge diamond. I wanted people to notice me, not the valuable stones I wore.

"Something," he said stubbornly, looking away from me, as if not daring to look into my eyes. I don't know why, I didn't even use my scary glare, so he didn't have anything to be afraid of.

I was about to demand a more helpful answer, but my attention was caught before I managed to get the words out of my mouth.

A small light suddenly zoomed from my bookshelf, and stopped by Jack's ear, making small ringing noises.

I never knew that small lights could make sounds... Then again, I never knew that boys actually could fly either.

"No Tink, she can't be it," he whispered to the light, but I still managed to hear it. It looked like the light didn't only make sounds, it talked. The little shining ball of light talked!

Where they talking about me? They mentioned 'she' and I didn't see any other girl here they could talk about.

The little light came in my direction, so fast that it was hard to register for my eyes. It stopped right in front of my shocked face, and stood quite still in the air.

When it didn't move I could see something, the outline of a girl - a fairy.

I had heard about those before, in many of the storybooks I owned. They were always described as beautiful small creatures with thin and silvery wings. This one matched the description perfectly.

"She's a fairy," I gasped. My voice was dreamy, and my eyes were probably a little lost too.

"Yeah?"

"She's so pretty," I whispered, not daring to take my eyes off her, afraid she will disappear.

"Pretty annoying, sometimes, yes," the boy chuckled.

It was something about the way he laughed, that made me smile widely. It was like it lightened up the dark room, sending small beams of sunlight all around him. I had never heard someone laugh like that before, it sounded so different.

It sounded so childish, so free.

The little fairy flew over to Jack, and started dragging in his hair angrily.

"Sorry, Tink!" he apologized between laughs, almost falling over. Tink must be strong, because she almost got him to the ground, something that looked hard even for me.

The fairy girl had blond hair hanging down to shoulders, and a green dress that reminded me of a leaf. She had an odd expression on her face, as if she was trying to find something wrong with me, something that wasn't right.

"Tinkerbelle, we need to concentrate! We need that thing," Jack eventually told the fairy, continuing the search.

"Maybe I can help you find it," I offered, "but I need to know what it is first."

It didn't look like the boy and that odd light could find whatever they were looking for on their own, and since it was my bedroom they were searching in, I would like to actually know what they were after.

"I don't need your help," he spat at me, a bit rudely. The laughing boy was suddenly gone, and I was surprised to notice that I missed him.

That hurt a little. Not the words, but the way this boy said it. What had I done to make this boy hate me so? Did he actually hate me, or was it something else?

"Why?" I asked in a whisper, the hurt showing in my voice.

"You're a girl," he hissed, the last word said with disgust.

That's his reason, I'm a girl? So what, I'm stronger than most girls - and boys - I know. And in most fairy tales some of the heroes are girls, and there is almost always an important girl in the story.

What did this boy have against girls?

Those three words made me angry. I hated when people denied me something because I was a girl, I hated it. Unfortunately it happened often, everybody thought girls were weak, because they were...girls!

What could boys do that girls couldn't?

"Yeah, and so what?" I spat back at him, anger boiling inside me.

He just rolled his eyes and started to fly towards the window again, apparently leaving. He was at the edge of the window before I even reacted, realizing something.

He was a flying boy, he was what I had waited for. I couldn't just let this miracle slip trough my fingers. This was the dream I had been searching for, the one I yet hadn't dreamed.

I had the dream right in front of my eyes, and he was leaving.

I sprinted towards the window, all the anger suddenly gone. I didn't care how he insulted me, he was my key to the magic I believed in. The key to the life I wanted to live.

He was also the only proof of me not being crazy, but that's a different matter.

He took a step and disappeared one second before I reached the window. I didn't manage to stop in time, and I was suddenly in the air. I felt the air drag in my clothes as I fell, but my flight didn't last long before someone caught me, and my feet were safely inside my room again.

"Be a little more careful, will you?" the boy hissed at me, making the anger rise inside me again.

Of course, I fall out of the window, and it has to be this boy that catches me. Couldn't it be another flying boy, and not him?

Yeah, he has to be the only one in existence...how fortunate for me. I'd rather hit the ground and go to the hospital with all my bones broken than being with this girl hating boy.

But he was my key...

I was again in my window. It was open and I was standing on the edge, looking angrily at the boy floating in front of me. I know I shouldn't be angry, but I could help it.

"What do you have against girls anyway?" I ask, my eyes a little wet.

I will not cry, I do not cry. I never cry for anyone, not even my parents. I don't cry of life, I don't cry of death. I don't cry when I'm happy, not even when I'm in pain. I never cry.

Oddly enough, I wanted to cry now. I'm not sure why, but my body and mind apparently felt comfortable enough around this boy to let the tears run freely.

I fought the tears back, but I think Jack saw the one tear that betrayed me.

The angry expression Jack had suddenly loosened up. He replaced it with a sorry one, as if he cared about my happiness.

But he didn't, I just knew it. If he did, he wouldn't have made me sad in the first place, something he did.

"I didn't mean it like that, it's just..." he started, but didn't continue. He scratched the back of his neck, apparently trying to find a good answer.

I understood him. It's not always you can tell the answer with words or actions. The person you are talking to just had to understand the silent answer you're offering.

"What are you looking for?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I changed my face into a forgiving one, forgiving him without words.

He seemed to understand, and quickly answered me. "The mermaids told me I needed this thing to help Neverland, but they didn't tell me how it would help."

"What is it called, the thing?"

"Uh..." he hesitated, "...a Kim Carfrog."

I was shocked, my lower jaw dropping to the floor. An odd feeling was rushing trough my veins, a feeling I never knew what was called, but I had heard it described in stories.

The whole world froze for a moment, I'm sure of it.

Then I realized something, and laughed loudly, while Jack looked strangely at me. Tinkerbelle also started to laugh, but it sounded more like small bells.

"Are you sure it's Carfrog, and not Crawford?" I laughed.

"I'm not sure," the boy confessed. "Why?"

I stopped laughing, again realizing what was happening. He was told that he needed me to help something, something he called 'Neverland'.

I guess it is his home, the place he lives his odd life. Was there other flying children - teens - there as well? Where was it? I had never seen it on a map before...

"My name is Kim Crawford."

Jack's eyes widened in realization, while his mouth formed a perfect little 'o'. His body stiffened, and he just stood there, staring at me with disbelief playing in his eyes.

"But, you're a girl!" he whispered loudly, as if talking to himself, and not to me, and pointed an accusing finger at me.

It felt like being hit in the head with a brick, closely followed by a punch in the stomach. Again he said it as if it was something terribly bad, as if it was an awful sickness.

"What's so wrong with girls?" I though, but a moment after I realized that the words also fell out of my mouth.

Jack again saw how I reacted, and understood first now what he had said - again.

"I..." he started, but didn't finish.

"Save it!" I snapped, unaware of the tears making their own paths down my cheeks. Right now I didn't care about crying, I didn't care about those stupid tears.

Even though I was mad at this strange boy, I still felt comfortable enough around him to cry. I didn't know him at all, he had just come trough my window, but it was like he flipped the switch that controlled all my emotions, setting them free for his eyes, and his eyes only.

I turned my back at him, and walked angrily to my bed. I quickly lay down, pulling the covers over my teary face. "Leave," I muttered, not caring about how wet my pillow was becoming. I didn't even care about the magic the boy held, not even this mysterious place he came from. He had offended me, he had though I was weak just because I wasn't a boy.

That was a hard one to forgive, especially because I wasn't of the forgiving type.

The boy must have been on the floor, because I heard footsteps instead of that soft noise the wind made when he moved in the air. But - to my surprise - the quiet footsteps didn't fade away, they didn't walk out of the room. They were coming closer, towards me.

"I told you to leave," I snapped when I felt a gentle hand on my shoulder - actually, on the blanket that covered my shoulder. I heard a small swoosh as Jack settled in the air, his hand still at the same place.

"I'm not leaving."

"Why?" I complained. It wasn't that I really wanted him to go away, I was just angry at him for the way he treated me, and offended me.

"Two reasons. One: I feel bad about what I said, and I didn't mean it that way. I don't want to leave you crying, because that will also make me sad."

I carefully peeked out from under my covers, looking strangely at the boy. He was sitting with his feet folded underneath him, half a meter in the air, right next to my bed.

"Why does it make you sad?" I asked curiously. I didn't even know this guy, so why would he care if I was crying?

I looked at him, my eyes searching for an answer. He was smiling a small smile at me, a concerned and caring smile. I had never received a smile like that from anybody except my parents, yet this smile was different.

When one of my parents smiled, I felt better. If I was in pain, the pain faded. If I was happy, the happiness grew. If I was sad, some of my worries disappeared.

But the smile Jack had was different. It shouted emotions, everyone it was a name for. It chased away the bad ones, and attracted the good. It made me feel safer, but still it didn't lie. It didn't give promises it couldn't hold, it just helped.

It just lightened up the room, making all my unhappy feelings go away. It made me forgive him, because the way he smiled showed that he actually cared. Just like his smile, the boy didn't lie.

It was odd, that much coming from a single smile.

"Because you're an amazing person, and you don't deserve to be sad," the boy answered, smiling even wider.

"You don't even know me, how can you think I'm an amazing person then?"

"I can tell."

The boy smiled secretly, as of enjoying the mystery that floated around him like a thick fog.

"The other reason?" I asked, trying to change the subject. I didn't like the mystery that much, I wanted to know. I didn't want a clue, I wanted the truth.

What he did now was like giving me a key, without telling me which door it belonged to.

"The other reason..." he started, gazing at the nothingness for a second, as if trying to figure out a way to say it.

"Well?" I asked after a couple of silent seconds.

"It's hard to explain," he said hesitantly.

I just urged him on, I wanted to know. I wanted another reason to why he didn't leave my room when I asked him to.

It better be a good one, because I was ready to kick him out if here for calling me a girl the way he did it. Even though I had partly forgiven him, he still had some more stuff to be sorry for, and he had to figure it out on his own.

"I need your help. I'm not sure for what, but the mermaids told me I needed a Kim...eh, you Kim," he explained, and corrected at the end.

Suddenly I sat up eagerly, causing me to bump into the flying boy, sending him to the ground.

"Sorry. You see, I love mermaids, and I got exited." I hoped he accepted my apology, because I had now fully accepted his.

One thing bothered me still though. "What do you have against girls?"

He looked up from the floor, smiling sadly at me. "I never said I had anything against them, it's only, it's a long time since I met one that did anything besides curing wounded Indians. I've only met the mermaids and the Indian girls, that's the only females I've seen since I left my mother."

"You left your mother?" I gasped. "So you're on your own. No father even?"

"Nope," he answered, popping the 'p'.

"But then, who takes care of you?"

"Nobody. I'm the head if my family, I'm kinda like their dad. Not that they need any, well, someone of them do actually..." he said, trailing of at the end.

"Who are your family?" I asked, waiting to hear his answer. I was eager to know more about this boy, about him, how he could he manage a life without parents.

"If you come with me, I'll show you."

I looked at him, not really understanding. Then I remembered. He had wanted to take me back to this home of his, this 'Neverland'. He wanted me to help him with something he didn't know what was yet.

He offered me his hand, but I hesitated. I saw the concern in his eyes as I stood up from the bed and walked a little away from him. He didn't understand my fear, but then again, I didn't even understand what I was afraid of.

I barely knew how being afraid felt, because I didn't usually feel scared. I was alway the brave one, the one who never turn down a good bet, the one who always did the stuff most girls didn't dare. I was the one who never backed down, even if the thing I did was dangerous.

I was always the brave one, but now, I was not.

Fear. Even the feeling was scary, the way it just creeped into your mind, making everything seem dangerous. It made my thoughts twist so I was afraid, made me step back from the thing I thought was the danger.

But I was stepping away from Jack now, the boy with the special smile. What was so scary about him? Nothing, nothing at all. He was all sweet, except for the fact that he alway managed to offend me, but he didn't mean it. If what he said was true, he wasn't used to the company of girls. He didn't have a mother who would tell him what not to say to girls, and even if he had, I didn't think like most girls, so it would have been hard.

Then I realized something.

I wasn't afraid for the boy, not at all. I was afraid for this day. I didn't even realize it still occupied many of my thoughts, half of them even. I had been talking with this boy so much, I hadn't even known that it was past midnight.

I was being sent away in a couple of hours. I was leaving.

I looked at the hand that was offered to me, and even though I shouldn't interfere with a world that wasn't mine, I took it.

I didn't want to leave for that school, so now I was instead leaving for this mysterious Neverland...

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Love, Riverflower.