Kelly's POV
Today had not been my day. First I got chased through a magical mirror, then I fell into a camp full of teenage boys, next those boys decided they would tie me up and take me hostage. I was still struggling with my bindings when I heard Alice's scream. I looked up to see Alice falling through the clouds, her dark hair in her face, but then she froze. She laid there in midair for about fifteen seconds before face-planting into the hard earth. The boy next to the one who seemed to be in charge rushed over to her. Turning her over he studied her face. She was still for a minute until I heard her groan, "Hey Kelly," she spoke, leaning on her elbows and rubbing her eyes, "I had this weird dream where I fell through a mirror while looking for you and me…" Alice cut off midsentence when she noticed the tall blonde haired boy leaning over her, looking at her with interest. "Um, who are you and where am I," she asked plainly. The boy smiled standing up. He looked around and nodded to their leader. The leader then came over to me and then offering me his hand spoke, "I'm Peter and miss your in Neverland." Glaring at his hand I just sat there starring, opening and closing my mouth. Alice knew that I wanted to say something so she spoke for me, "Wait Neverland, as in Faith, Trust, and Pixi Dust." Finally I found my voice, "So that means your Peter Pan as in The Peter Pan." Peter looked at me with a cocky smile, "So, you've heard of me?" Looking like at deer caught in the head lights I started stuttering, "Um, I don't know maybe, ummm, I, I…" As I continued to embarrass myself a memory came back to Alice.
Flash Back: Alice POV
"Hey Kelly what's cha readin," I said as she quickly closed the book and turned over the cover. "Nothing," she exclaimed, her cheeks looking as if they were on fire, "Just an old story." "Which is...?" " Peterpan," she mumbled. "Huh," I pressed. Kelly took an irritated breath and sighed, "Peter Pan, I'm reading Peter Pan." "No ofence but why are you reading a child's fairytale." I replied confused. "Promise you won't laugh." "I promise," I answered with my hands up like a girl scout. "Well," she started, "Ever since I saw that episode of Peter Pan in Once Upon a Time, I've been obsessed. The way he was played and I honestly think I've been in love with this story ever since I heard it.Also I keep having weird dreams in which Peter comes through my window and whisks me off to Neverland. The worst part of these dreams though is that I always have a crush on him."
Alice POV
OMG now I know why she is acting so strange. I tried to muffle my giggles but I couldn't contain my laughter; I burst, laughing my head off. Everyone in the camp turned to me at the sudden noise. " I forgot this is the fairytale that.." I burst back into hysterics. I was cut off though by a scream and Jared falling through the clouds. I waited for him to freeze like I did when he came closer to the ground, but instead he slammed into the dirt. Huh, maybe I not the only one Peter didn't stop from
biting the dust. Maybe, just Maybe Kelly's fairytale might… My thoughts where interrupted by Jared's muffled groan. I was about to speak again before Kelly looked at Jared and said, "Finally you decide to get off your lazy arse and come down and help us." Jared gave her a look that was like WTF, "So, I'm guessing this is not a joke." Rolling my eyes I watch as the boys went to tie both Jared and I up. I tried to run but was quickly caught by the dark haired boy from earlier. "Wait what? Aren't the Lost Boys supposed to friendly?" Kelly asked while trying to get out of the restraints they had put her in. Kelly chucked a rock, which she had used to get free, at the boy who was wrestling with Jared. When the boy that first put her in ropes came at her again, this time with a sword, she picked up huge stick and went into a defensive position. They began to fight, the boy stabbing at her and her trying to block the strikes with a stick. The boy had longish brown hair that went into his face; he looked strong and fast too. He fought like a trained fighter and I could tell Kelly was quickly tiring from his constant blows. Some hits got past her defenses and sometimes nicked her on the cheek, arm, or leg. Kelly refused give up, you could clearly see that in her face; even when the stick she was using was cut in half. She growled with force that I've never seen before in her, and lunged at him. Surprising him with her renewed strength she began to advance. I looked around to see what set her off causing this burst of determination and energy. It was Peter; he was laughing his ass off while one of his Lost Boys was fighting my best friend. He was laughing as if it was the most hilarious thing he's ever seen. He caught my gaze and smirked then turned back to the fight. I followed where he was looking at Kelly, the burning rage suddenly calm down, she thought of something; she went back to defense smiling sweetly at Mark ( I learned his name because of the cheering Lost Boys). Then she suddenly sprang forth, dropping her broken stick and kissed him. Fast, quick, and surprising, and it was all she needed. Kelly pulled away leaving him shocked and then using this to her advantage kicked him in the groin, spun while picking her stick up and hit him in the back of the head knocking him out. "Mark!" one of the boys yelped as he rushed over to help him. Jared who was now tied up beside me said, "Smart isn't she." I looked at him, "Smarter than you I suppose, how you get tied up?" "Oh you know just wrestling with a Lost Boy, and got backed up into a magical tree that binds you." What? Just then Kelly started to run over to us with Mark's sword. I realized what she was going to do and yelled, "Wait don't cut the binds!" but it was too late she had tried to cut the vine holding Jared and I. A vine then at lightening speed came and wrapped around her waist, she let out a yelp of surprise. Kelly was pulled back to the tree with such force that it knocked her out. "Kelly!" I screeched. The boy she had knocked out, Mark, approached me while Peter and a couple others went over to Kelly. "Well look at that, it seems what they say about Karma is true," Mark whispered, his lips were so close to my ear that I could feel his hot breath tickling my ear. If looks could kill he would six feet under already. He put a finger under my chin lifting my head up, then putting his sickly sweet breath close to my face, his eyes locked with mine making my head spin. He spoke in a hushed tone so I could barely hear him, "Kelly's kiss was sweet but she can't hold a candle to you. He cocked his head, "I wonder what a kiss from you would do to me." With that he dropped my chin and sauntered away, leaving me to my thoughts and his breath still on my lips.
Kelly's POV
I was aware of my conscience state starting to come to the surface. No matter how much I wanted to curl myself into a ball and sink down so deep where I wouldn't be disturbed again, my mind wouldn't comply. I slowly peeled my eyes open, blinking a couple of times to get used to the light. I moved my hands around, feeling the soft animal fur blankets under me that made a bed, the makeshift pillow under my head, the damp woolen cloth on top my head. Looking up I discovered that I was in a sort of hut with wood shards and grass like items caked together with clay that made a roof. The rest of the hut was wood planks making up the walls and floors. Carefully I lifted myself off the bed, and swung my legs over the side of the bed to stand up. I glanced at what I was wearing. Somehow, someone had switched my clothes from the party to brown breaches and a light colored tank top. I stood up fully and dragged my feet across the floor to the makeshift door. Anxiously I reached for the door knob and tested it to see if it would turn. "It won't work; it's enchanted to only open to me. Can't have people coming into my private hut," a voice called behind me. I spun around quickly, "Peter," I gasped. "Come sit," he motioned to the bed speaking kindly, like we were long lost friends. I was losing my mind, I was acting as if he had not just kidnapped my friends and I. Something that made me want to sit and listen to what he had to say. Part of me willed my mind against these rational thoughts, so I just moved over to him but did not sit, " You have one minute to talk, then I get to ask the questions," I tried to and venom or something to my tone that would make me sound stronger than I actually was. He didn't buy it. "Are you sure you don't want to sit," he cooed. When I shook my head no he continued. "Alright then I've got 30 seconds to finish talking. As you know you are on the island of Neverland in the Lost Boy's camp. I assure you we do not want to harm you unless you make a move to harm us." I opened my mouth to speak but he stopped me. "Still have 20 seconds. As I said we don't want to hurt you but others might. I propose that you stay in our camp until we find a way to get you home. You may not see it but you are the glue of your little group. I see you as a girl who will make rash decsions only when needed otherwise you are careful. You hide your true self away so only certain people can see through your wall, yet you still trust your gut. Am I right?" I stayed silent so he continued, "Well I believe it's your turn to as questions so shoot." I didn't mean to ask the question but it was the first thing that came to mind, "Are you really Rumplstikins father like they show in Once Upon A Time?" My hand quickly covered my mouth and my eyes widened after I said it. His face was one of pure horror, "Me have children of my own, much less that bastard, God no." I nodded at his answer and continued, "Is Captain Hook evil?" "Yes." "Ok follow up question does he really have a perm and a goatee?" Peter chuckled, "Afraid not, I may have started that rumor. Believe it or not he is not old either. He's our age and some girls would probably think him," he tried helplessly to put air quotes around his next words, "hot." I laughed at his failed attempt with the air quotes. We continued on for what seem like forever, me asking questions and him answering either seriously or in a way that would make me laugh. "Alright last question," I breathed, "Was or is there a Wendy Darling?" His bright face turned dark. "Yes there was a Wendy Darling but we no longer speak of her." He then forced smiled, "Come now, we have wasted too much time already," he spoke as he opened the door. I slowly stood up wondering what hurt more the fact that he wouldn't tell me the whole truth or that he consider our Q&A session as wasted time. Did he even really laugh or was that forced just like his smile. I glided through the now open door to see Alice and Jared talking by the fire. "Could I join you?" I questioned standing next to Alice, "Or is this a private couple conversation." Alice flinched at the word couple. "Nope, you can join, Alice and I were just having a little heart to heart," Jared said with an annoyed in voice. Alice huffed, "You pestering me about sleeping with Mark is not a conversation." "What?!" "Yeah, I slept in Mark's tent with some others Lost Boys, while Jared had to sleep in another tent." I let out a sigh of relief, "Where am I sleeping?" "Well the last time I heard of your highnesses sleeping arrangements it was in the prince's chambers. May I say these where his exact words, 'Seeing that her head needs special treatment, do to the magical force of the tree, she will be sleeping in my tent so that I can personally attend to her.' Honestly I think he just wanted to have time to stare at her." I felt blush slowly creeping up my neck to my face, "Alice you changed my clothes right?" I asked. "Um no, I assumed that Peter would give you something to change into once you woke up," Alice said unsure of my reaction. My face burned hot with fury and embarrassment. I spun on my heel and sprinted back to the tent where I knew Peter would be waiting.