I sit up from my bed to see my bow and an arrow at my side. I get up and out it in its proper face. What happened. Last thing I remember it was around five. It's eight a.m. Thank Lord it's a Saturday. I walk down stairs and see mom talking to Henry. She sees me and smiles.
"How are you feeling Darling." I jumped.
"What did you call me?" I ask shyly.
"Love," she says.
"I-I-I thought you said something else. Sorry."
"It's okay sweetheart. What do you want for breakfast?"
"An apple, what no I don't want an apple anymore. Can I have cinnamon toast please."
"Sure." I can tell she is slightly mad. I turn to Henry as I sit down next to him.
"Operation Chopra news..." I say slightly scared, whispering.
"What?!" He asked in a hushed voice.
"A dream, ill explain later." He smiles and eats his food. Mom turns around and hands me my breakfast. "Thanks Mom." I smile fakely.
I walk down the street with my bow in hand, and my quail on my back. I walk to my schools gym is where I have archery practice every day. I reach the building and push open the doors. There are probably five new people today.
"Crap," I mutter to myself. These people don't know how to handle boys. I walk down the mid way, we aren't to shot are arrows until class officially start. I walk down a bit more. I catch something that nearly hit my chests.
I look down to see and arrow. In my hand. An inch from my chest. I sigh in relief, like I've done the a million times before. I shake my head and gasp realizing what just happened. I drop the arrow and look a head of me. A kid probably only thirteen. Our instructor walks up to him and starts yelling at him.
I walk up, forcefully, from the crowd that surrounded me.
"Hey, it was an accident! Let the kid be." I demand at our couch.
"Her nearly killed you."
"Yah but I caught it!" I yell. I turn away from her and to the boy. "It's okay kid." I added. I turn back around and go to my usual position. I take out an arrow, shoot. Bullseye. I repeat this nearly ten times bullseye every time, nearly splitting a few. I walk away, leaving people astounded and flabbergasted. Mom waits for me out side, well Fuck...
~~ Faith's Book ~~
~~ a few years Neverland time(around fifty year our time) ~~
I walk into camp, seeing a new boy holding a cross bow. Ismirked and pushed Felix out of the way. I never realy cared for Felix. I stood against the tree, placing and apple on my head. The boy seem astonished that I'm a girl,whatever.
"Shoot it," the boys all chant. I smirk knowing her won't do well. He shoots, it heads straight towards my chest, and catch it with ease.
"Nice try kid," I say throwing it too the ground. I walk towards him. He looks about thirteen or fourteen, huh, Skylar's the same age than. "Name?"
"T-t-Tootles." He said shyly. He has black hair with a white strip down the middle, like a skunk.
"He doesn't talk much," Slightly explains.
"Place of origin?" I ask Slightly and Tootles.
"A place called California." I smirk, same place.
"What is the year there." I ask Tootles curiously.
"1963." Tootles explains. I laugh, 50ish years, wow.
"Thanks," I playfully/sloppyly salute and disappear, giving the kid a fright.
I teleport to my 'cave' and walk to my chest. I get on my knees and rummage threw my stuff. I pull out my Pan flute and start to play it. A simple song Peter taught me. I sit up on my chest and prop my feet up on a rock.
"'Ello darling." That oh so familiar British voice says. I set down my flute and stand up.
"Hello Peter," I smirk. He tenses up, something I've seen rarely from him. "Whats wrong?"I question him.
"W-we can't be together anymore." He says trembling.
"Wow, wow, wow. Wait what? Why?" I ask, my hear ultimately broken. He doesn't answer. "Your afraid," I knew that look, I've seen it once before. But only once.
"Your afraid to grow up," I mumbled. "Peter, love isn't a sign of growing up. It's a sign of becoming who you were meant to be. A sign of finding once true self, their other half," I say pulling him to a kiss. I pull back and smile.
"You're right. I'm sorry." He says, kissing me. I miss back smiling.
~~[(A/n Make out sesh okay no lemon. I hate putting this in the middle of the story, sorry)]~~
"You're a bloody idiot some times Peter," I say as I pulled away one last time than reconnect our lips. He pushes me to a wall of the cave. I smile into the kiss. The kiss is full of lust. I snacked my arms around his neck. Peter's arms around my waist, deepening the kiss. After a minute or two he bites my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I simply deny, wanting to tease him. He growls at me, jokingly. I giggle and allow entrance. He explores every ounce of my mouth. My legs grew weak, this usually never happens. He apparently noticed and smirked, pulling my legs around his hips.
I tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and he gets the notice. We teleport to his tree house. He sits me on the bed and pulls of his shirt and throws it to the ground. I giggle as he walks back towards me. He connects our lips once again, as he pins me to the bed. My legs are back around his hips and my shirt and short were somehow taken off, and thrown to the ground near his shirt. We both start to get a bit tired, due to the fact that it's like one in the morning. Our kiss slows down, but is still passionate and full of pure love.
I pull away and smirk up at Peter tiredly. We cuddle with each other, tossing and turning trying to get comfortable. Our legs our intertwined and my head lays on his shoulder, somehow.
"I love you Peter," I smirk as I kiss his cheek.
"I love you too Faith," He says as he kisses my forehead. We both fall asleep, happily in each other's arms.
A/n my first time writing a make out sesh okay, let me be.
