I'm really sorry! I have been sick the last month (believe it or not) and have been back and forth between the doctor and my bed - so basically i havent managed to do anything. I haven't felt good enough to write anything, so this chapter is a bit rushed.

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Jack's hand was warm and soft, and it felt good to hold it. It made me feel safe, as if nothing could hurt me.

It was odd how this boy made me feel. I had plenty of unidentified feelings playing around in my body, jumping up and down and running in circles. I had some that I knew too of course, like the one I just mentioned - safety. I also felt a strange type of joy, and a glowing happiness. Everything seemed so nice when he was there, and I hardly even knew him.

Still, it was like I had known him all my life, like he always was there. He had always been my friend, yet I had never seen him once before now.

"Where is this place you've talked about?"

Jack smiled proudly at me, before turning towards the window he came in trough. He let the air carry him to it, and signalized me to follow his flying figure. When I reached the window, he landed on the floor without a single sound. He pointed at the sky, and when I followed his finger I saw two stars. They were a little away from the rest that decorated the black night sky, so it was easy to see that they were the ones Jack were pointing at.

"Second star to the right, and straight on till morning," he whispered in my ear as I watched the two stars outshine the others in the sea of blackness. They were clearly more beautiful than the other stars, and I was wondering why I had never seen them before.

As if reading my mind, Jack told me that the stars only showed if he or one of the other people that lived there were not in Neverland. The stars were the portal to their home, so they were only there as an entrance to those who belonged there. If everybody that belonged there were already in Neverland, the stars would vanish.

"So, you're home is inside the star?" I asked, confused.

"No," Jack laughed. "It's hard to explain, but by going trough the star you kinda get transported into Neverland."

I just accepted this answer, even though it sounded weird. I mean, a flying boy is also weird, right?

"How do you get to the star?" I asked, because I did listen to my teacher enough to know that they were really far away from us.

"Fly of course," Jack laughed.

Then a thought hit me, making all my worries return to my head. A frown suddenly appeared on my face, and the joy vanished from my eyes. My hand went weak and I let go of Jack, letting my hand fall to my side.

"What is it?" Jack asked, the worry strong in his voice.

Even his voice was soothing. This was almost scary, everything with this strange flying boy seemed so...calming, so childish. It was without any stress, just like a kid's voice.

"I don't know how to fly," I confessed, looking down in the floor. I felt ashamed, not knowing why. "It's not common in our world," I told him, my eyes never leaving the floor.

"Don't be ashamed, I had to learn it too," Jack admitted.

I looked up on him, and saw that he was smiling at me again. This time though, all my worries didn't vanish. One remained in my head, mocking me.

How can I come with this boy if I can't fly?

"How do you learn it?"

Jack's smile suddenly faded, and he scratched the back of his neck, thinking. After a while he spoke, but his voice wasn't so cheery anymore. "I'm not sure."

I looked at him in disbelief. "You're not sure?"

"It's such a long time since I was taught, so I've forgotten." His eyes looked guilty as they searched the room for the little fairy, probably hoping she had the answer I was looking for.

"Tink?" he called, trying to find the small girl.

A little light appeared behind him, but it shone so bright that I couldn't see the girl. She zoomed around Jack's head, apparently saying something to him, because he was muttering some words back. I couldn't hear them, because they were spoken in a low whisper.

I was wondering what she said, because she had an odd tone to her rings, and Jack had an annoyed expression. It looked like she had said something that irritated him badly, because his words were now louder, and a little angrier.

I heard only two words from their conversation, and they happened to be the two last spoken. "No, Tink." He said them sternly, and Tink zoomed away angrily.

I didn't see where Tinkerbelle headed, not before she was right in front of my eyes. Her before so yellowish light had started to get a darker color, almost a light type of orange.

"Tink..." Jack warned, saying with that one word that Tink shouldn't do anything she would regret. And since she was standing in front of me, I feared that I was the one she was angry at.

Tink didn't really care about Jack's warning that moment, and shoot towards me. She grabbed the collar of my shirt, and with her extremely small but strong hands she pulled me up in the air. Unluckily I had my room at the top floor in my house, so the ceiling was everything else but low.

I almost screamed, but bit my tongue. I was the tough one, I never screamed. I don't cry, I didn't scream. So I let out a gasp instead, followed by a frightened expression decorating my face.

I had good reason to scream, because I was four meters up in the air. I really wished my parents weren't so rich, maybe they hadn't bought this house with the high ceiling. This was extremely frightening, because I had the feeling that Tinkerbelle's plan wasn't to just fly me up here.

She wanted to drop me.

"Tink, don't even think about it," Jack told the angry fairy. "Let her down."

Oh no. Please say he didn't say that.

I managed to bend my head backwards, and saw a orange glowing little fairy. She stood quite still, so I saw for a second the mean smirk on her face.

"You know what I mean Tink!" Jack almost screamed. He didn't fly up, because he knew Tinkerbelle only would drop me if he did.

Tinkerbelle acted innocent, as if she didn't know what he meant.

"Fly her down, don't drop her."

I heard some angry noises from her, and I was sure it was her way to curse. She started to fly towards the ground, but incredibly fast. She didn't drop me to the ground, Jack had forbidden her to do that, so instead she did something else.

She slammed me into the floor, with unnecessary force.

"Tink!" Jack yelled.

I winced in pain as I moved. I was on my back, and it was probably covered in bruises in every color. If I saw my skin, I was sure it would look like a colorful rainbow.

My eyes were closed, because I was slightly dizzy after hitting the floor. Tinkerbelle wasn't exactly careful when she slammed me down here, so my body hurt.

I heard someone sit down next to me, and I felt a gentle hand on my arm. "You okay?" I heard Jack's voice say, sounding worried and angry. I guessed the worried part was directed to me, and the angry to his little - but also a slight bit mean - fairy.

I sat up slowly - Jack's hand steadying me - and nodded my answer. I wasn't the one to show pain, especially to people I just met.

"I'm fine," I gasped, first now realizing that the collision caused me to lose my breath. How could I have not realized? Have I forgotten to breathe for the thirty seconds I've been on the floor?

My eyes lost focus for a second, and everything went blurry. I clutched my forehead, and waited for my sight to go back to it's normal state. When it did I saw the angry glare Jack directed to Tinkerbelle, but she ignored it. She just sat nonchalantly on my bookshelf, arms crossed and her head turned another way. The orange light had gone back to yellow color it originally had been, but it still was a slight bit darker than regular yellow.

"Why on earth would you do that Tink?" Jack hissed. "What has she done you?"

The fairy just turned her whole - not that it was much - body away from the teens on the floor.

"Sorry, she usually isn't that rude," Jack told me, still eying the fairy angrily. She just sat there, ignoring his glares, not even caring to look if I was okay after she slammed me so brutally in the bedroom floor.

But then again, she was awfully smart, I have to admit. She didn't really disobey Jack, she snuck around his words, finding a loophole. He had first told her to let me down, which she obviously had planned to do by dropping me four meters. When Jack realized what she was thinking, he forbade her to drop me, and told her to fly me down. She did, but she did it by slamming me into the cold floor, quite hard too, which my many bruises proved.

Remind me not to let me mother see my back the next few weeks, she would freak out when she saw that it was more blue than the regular and slightly pale color it usually had.

"Why did she do that? Did I say something that offended her? If I did, I really didn't mean to, I thought she looked so nice, and god was she pretty an-"

"You didn't do anything Kim," Jack reassured me, stopping me in the middle of a sentence. "She's just a fairy, she is so tiny she can only feel one feeling at the time. I'm not sure why, but she felt anger now, so her whole body followed that feeling blindly," he explained, making sure I understood that I hadn't done anything wrong.

"Is she still mad?" I asked, wondering why she didn't even look at us.

"No, that's just her stupid pride," Jack laughed, again making the situation seem lighter.

I let out a small uneasy laugh, not really feeling for laughing while the little fairy clearly didn't feel happy. I looked at her carefully, trying to find out if I could do something. Maybe it was just this little thing I could do to make her feel better, I just had to spot it.

Then I noticed that her light had returned to the exact same yellow it had been at first.

"What's with the colors?"

Jack looked confused. "Colors?"

"Her light, it changes colors all the time. I've seen it almost dark orange, light orange, yellow and a darker shade of yellow," I explained, pointing at the fairy.

"Oh, that," Jack started, laughing at himself for not understanding what I first had asked about. "It shows her mood. When her light is the color it's now - bright yellow - she is happy, or at least not angry. The darker the color is, the angrier she is. I've never seen her be the glowing red color, because that's the angriest she can be."

"She was regular orange now, what mood is that?"

"She was a little bit angry, but only a little. She only got angry because of jealousy though, so it wasn't pure anger."

I was confused. "Was she jealous of me?" What was to be jealous of? She was magic, and I wasn't, except in my imagination. She could chase the wind, I couldn't even fly a meter on my own. She was beautiful, I wasn't. I'd been called pretty many times, but I knew I wasn't beautiful. Somebody had called me a beauty before, but I didn't believe it was true.

Just like every girl in existence. No girl believes they are pretty, even though it's something pretty about everybody. I was the only exception from that world famous unwritten rule, in my opinion.

Jack either didn't hear my question about jealousy, or he didn't care about it, because he didn't answer. He just looked towards his fairy, silently begging her to just come over whatever was bothering her about me.

I didn't what the fairy to hate me, I had hoped to be her friend. I had thought she looked like a nice girl, but I saw that she also was of the jealous type. But what on earth was she jealous about?

"So," I started, trying to end the slightly uncomfortable silence - at least I thought it was uncomfortable. "How do you learn to fly?"

Jack first looked a bit confused, but them remembered what we had been talking about before Tink tried to drop me. "I remember now, and for a child it's not that hard actually."

I waited a second before he continued.

"You see, you have to use fairy dust."

What's that?

Jack apparently saw my confused expression, because he answered my unspoken question. He didn't really say the answer first, because he wanted to show me. "Tink, will you please come over here?"

Tink turned our way, glaring at us for a couple of short seconds. She then gave up trying to gain attention, and flew over to us. She landed in Jack's hand, not looking at me.

She still must be a little angry at me, even though her light was yellow.

"See it?" Jack asked, smiling at me with a childish look on his face.

I shook my head, not really understanding what I was supposed to see.

"Look at my hand," he told me, lifting it - and the fairy sitting on it - closer towards my curious face.

Then I saw it, glittering in his hand. It looked like regular gold glitter, but it wasn't. On second thought, it looked more like some kind off golden glitter.

Jack asked Tinkerbelle politely - only to get an angry response form her - to fly over to his other hand, which she - after some very rude words - did.

"That's - " he lifted his fairy-free hand, " - fairy dust."

In his hand was a small heap of the glittery dust, the stuff Jack called fairy dust. I looked at it with wide eyes, but then eyed the boy questionably.

"How does that help?"

"Oh, it's simple, trust me."

Seconds of silence.

"Is it simple enough to tell me?" my mouth said, without permission. I didn't want to make the boy fell stupid, even though he should say something without me reminding him to.

Realization finally hit the boy, but - luckily for me - he just smiled off his silliness. "Yes, it is in fact," he joked. "You just sprinkle some off the dust on you, and think happy thoughts."

"Nothing else?" I asked, confused. I thought it was going to be more like rocket science, but then again, if it was, the boy would never had managed it.

"Well, I at least manage it without anything else, but maybe you don't..." he said cockily, earning a short glare from me.

"Oh, I can do it. Trust me."

He nodded, grinning childishly. He flew a few feet up, and let the dust slip between his fingers, hitting my head lightly. He landed next to me, still grinning.

I felt a weird feeling rushing trough me as the dust hit me, and suddenly I felt lighter than the air surrounding me.

"Happy thoughts. Just think off me," Jack joked.

I laughed a small laugh, before thinking about happy memories.

My books. Family. Karate.

Nothing.

I was still thinking about Jacks funny comment, so naturally I though off him.

Jack - the flying boy.

My feet were no longer touching the cold floor, because they were noe in the air.