Peter

I gulp as the rain cuts through my clothes. My body shakes with cold but my left hand is warm… I look down at Jane's head as we walk towards her home in London. The sky is slowly darkening as the day comes to a close. We walk and walk. My feet start to ache and my light shivers turn into loud chatters. Jane glances up at me, her big blue eyes brimming with worry. She slowly strips her jacket and gets on her toes to drape it over my shoulders. Despite the fact that the thing is completely soaked through, and makes me colder than I was before, I smile thankfully back at her and recapture her hand. She squeezes it without looking at me and continues down the sidewalk.

Finally, I watch Jane turn sharply towards a brick house on the corner. I look up at its height, only realizing now that I've only seen the house from the rooftops. I shake out my hair on the porch as Jane unlocks the door and steps in. The house is silent, making my sneeze sound so much louder than it should have. I can hear Tink on my shoulder stifle a laugh. I flick her stomach, making sure she knew that I was annoyed.

"You aren't catching a cold, are you?" Jane asks absently as she makes her way down a narrow hall. I shake my head even though she isn't looking at me. She makes her way towards a living area and carefully stacks logs and kindling into a little fireplace. "I don't think it's a good idea to go to Neverland tonight," Jane says, breaking the silence. "The rain is too much. We shouldn't fly in weather like this."

"The lost boys are waiting though!" I complain. "Here, I'll show you!" I pull her arm, making the jacket draped over my shoulder slip onto the floor. I don't give it a second thought though, I pull her upstairs and towards her bedroom. I open the window and am about to step right out when Jane yanks the back of my shirt back. I come reeling back towards her, catching her by the shoulder, preventing myself from falling flat on my face. I look up at her, blushing in the dark room as I notice that I'm nose to nose with the girl.

Jane pushes me back, her face contorted into anger. "What's wrong with you?" she screams "You said you couldn't fly; now you're just going to jump out of a window? Are you insane?"

I shake my head, going towards the window. I peer into the night and give a sharp birdcall. I wait… thirty seconds pass and I give another call. I watch Tink lean in to listen to but nothing appears. "T-they left," I whisper, disbelievingly. I suddenly turn around and kick Jane's bed, steaming with anger. "I told the boys to stay here with the ship and they left!"

"Maybe they'll come back?" Tink asks optimistically from my shoulder. I shake my head, plopping down on the bed and resting my head in my hands. I feel a hand on my back and a murmured apology from my right. I gulp down both humiliation and sorrow as I sit with Jane.

"I'll go get you some dry clothes," Jane says softly, leaving me to my troubles. Tink wipes the tears from my cheeks as I wait for Jane to return.

"I don't know what I'm going to do," I say softly to her. "I can't fly, how am I supposed to get both of them to Neverland?"

"There's always a way," Tinkerbell says. "But I can't fly in this weather just like Jane said," she pauses. "The rain would rip right through my wings… maybe the best thing we can do right now is wait. Maybe you'll find happiness in London and learn how to fly. Jane might be the answer…"

"But what if she isn't?" I stand up. "I can't fly because I lost Wendy and I'm expecting Jane to come along and kiss it better?"

"Maybe even more than that," Tinkerbell says softly, putting both of her small hands on my both of my cheeks. "You want to be this free spirit all the time Peter, but I don't think you realize how lonely you really are."

I open my mouth to argue, but I hear footsteps making their way down the hall. Jane walks in with a pile of clothes in her arms, and sets them out carefully on the bed… almost like a mother. She sets them out in pairs. Pants to a matching shirt and vest. Jane smiles halfheartedly as she gestures for me to pick something out. "They're my dad's things… from when he was younger. Though, they may be a little big."

"Alright," I nod, scanning them over. I eventually pick out a pair of grey trousers and a plain white shirt that all the way up. I go behind a curtain set up in her room as she sits on the bed, waiting for me to emerge. I put on the outfit carelessly, leaving the shirt un tucked. I pull on a pair of wool socks as well, making me feel warm. "Well, how do I look?" I step out, grinning.

Jane smiles back, shaking her head. "I'm going to go change too," she says, not answering my question. "Do you mind starting the fire?"

I nod as she makes her way out of the room. I make my way down the stairs and find matches in a drawer next to the mantel and a box of cigars. I light the fire, blowing on it to make the spark catch. Soon, the whole room is lit up with a calm orange glow. I turn off all of the lights in the room and just sit on the carpet, enjoying the warmth. Tink perches herself on the mantel, dangling her feet over the edge. By the way she's smiling to herself I can tell she's enjoying the warmth too.

"Enjoying yourself?" Jane's voice comes from the doorway. I turn my head to her, a goofy smile plastered to my face. I nod drowsily, gesturing her to join me. She smiles, and makes her way over to the spot beside me. She doesn't say a word as she sits down and leans her head on my chest. I put my arm on her waist, securing her to my side. I don't understand this… warmth that I feel in my chest. Maybe it's just the fire… Whatever it is, it feels so good.

"Peter?" she murmurs.

"Yeah?"

"Did you ever learn how to read?" she asks. My eyes snap open in surprise, watching the top of her head intently.

"Yeah," I tell her. "Of course I can read, only an idiot can't read."

"Why are you lying to me?" she asks confidently. I deflate, my cheeks burning with self-loathing. Now she'll never like me. Jane probably only wants to spend her time with intellectuals that can read a hundred books. I shake my head, suddenly angry. Why do I care if Jane likes me like that. We're only friends, that much has been confirmed.

"I don't know," I reply glumly.

"Maybe I'll teach you some day," I can feel her smile into my chest. I can't help but smile back; maybe Jane isn't as judgmental as I thought she was. I reach for a pillow and rest it under my head. I look up at Tink who is now out of site, the only indication of her being her soft yellow glow from the mantel. I check Jane, sitting up slightly on my elbows. Her eyes are closed, and a peaceful look replaces her worried features. I sigh contently.

My grip on Jane's waist tightens and my eyes begin to feel heavy. And at that very moment, everything was perfect.

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