I blinked rapidly, assimilating what the pale faced angel said.

"Sorry 'bout the mess. Didn't mean to break your window." He said with casual offhandedness.

Gaping like a fish out of water, I must have been a sight. My brain function was a negative ten as he prattled on about how wonderful Neverland was blah, blah, blah. And while he went on, I took this time to analyze him and his abhorred clothes. The dark green shirt he wore resembled a wife-beater with old black lettering on the front; like it came from a dumpster. His pants were actually leggings with the shoe sewn into it. An old black jacket covered his back. I could smell the old leather from where I was perched. The green eyed boy mentioned a fact about faries that made me bark out.

"Wat! Neverland? Like in the Disney movie? Are you shitting me?"

I reeled back and stood up. Those piercing green eyes followed my movements.

"Seriously, all jokes aside, why are you in my house kid? What in Heaven's name are you wearing? Get the hell out before I call the police. What do you want?"

The green eyed boy studied me intently, like my mom does when she thinks I'm lying to her. It made me nervous.

"To take you to Neverland. You are unhappy with the grown-ups. That's why I'm here."

I watched him spread his thin but muscled legs and place his hands on his hips. He puffed out his lean chest like a rooster. "To save you!"

I raised a brow, and cocked my hip. Was he serious? My life officially sucked this moment. Plus, it was just my luck that on the first night to myself in weeks, I had to deal with not only a B and E, but this psychotic tween. "You save me? Oh please. This is ridiculous. Your parents must be worried sick. Get out of my house before I shoot you and call the police. Or just the former I haven't decided yet."

This Peter boy threw back his head and let out a shriek of animalistic cackles. I had to cover my ears it was so obnoxious.

"Shut up!"

At once Peter stopped and set his face hard as stone. The sudden change in expression was too fluid, like villain in a cartoon. His emerald eyes fixed on my body, scrutinizing my pajamas. Feeling the flush rise to my face, I covered my breasts and glared at him.

"I follow no grownup's orders. They steal happiness away."

"Get the f### out of my house." I said coldly.

The green eyed boy brought a thin finger to his chin and thought for a bit, as if I had asked him the meaning of life. With a slight tilt of his head, I saw what looked like a pointed ear stick out beyond that wild mess of auburn hair.

"If I go, you're coming with me." He said with surprising finality.

"Pfft. The hell I am." I replied. "You touch me and I'll rip your nuts off."

Peter raised his brows at that, then grinned with a challenge sturring in his eyes.

"That's if you can catch me before I grab ya."

"Try it and you die."

"I'm Peter Pan. I can avoid anything. Even death."

"I don't believe you're the real Peter Pan. That is just a story some guy wrote in England. I think you're just some stupid kid whose great plan to rob a house has gone horribly wrong."

"Well, I think you're a caged soul wanting to be released. You have strong magic in you, yet you are falling into the adults traps." He said solemnly. " You may not be aware of it, but your magic called out to me."

"Magic?" I said incredulously.

Peter flashed me another grin. "All humans have magic. It is more prominate in youth, then fades as they get older. You are one of the few I have met in my long life that still has their full magic."

I shook my hands in an exasperated manner, the wheels spinning in my head. Peter Pan, magic, fairies, I had no time for this nonsense. I had to clean up the broken glass, and explain to my parents about the broken window. Or maybe I should just leave a Goodbye note and run away now before they could unleash their wrath. My parents were not drill sergeants, but they liked order in their house. I shoved passed the green eyed boy, quickly musing at his muscle tone, and went into my room.

There was glass EVERYWHERE. And I was barefoot. This would not do. As I turned to go get my sneakers from the hall closet, an invisible force wrenched me backwards. Peter was standing so close to me that I met his inquisitive emerald eyes, their pupils constricting and expanding to study my face. I let out a scream and flailed back. Which was not good because there was a large pile of shards awaiting my fall.

"Watch out!"

I felt peter grab my wrist and tug me forward. Adrenaline pumped through me so much I swear I could see into the future. I clung to the worn shirt he wore, taking in the scent of woods and honeysuckle. I was overcome by peace as I inhaled deeply the perfume of his skin. I distantly felt his hands around me. For being so young, he had a man's grip. My whole body felt light in his hold, like I was soaring through the sky. It took me a little while after calming down a few notches to realize that my feet were not touching the floor. Peter grinned again at my horrified expression as I looked down and saw my rug a foot below me.

"You're pretty light you know?" He said almost reading my mind. "You still gonna try to cut my nuts of?"

I managed to shoot him a glare. But fear overcame me and I struggled against him.

"I will once you put me down! Help!"

Peter looked confused. His mouth puckered in a slight pout. "What's wrong? You're not hurt are you? I tried to grab ya in time."

"But why can you levitate!" I yelled right into a pointed ear.

That seemed to rattle him and he dropped me onto the wood floor. Ignoring the burning pain in my back and elbows, I crawled/ran away towards my parents room.

"Stay away from me you freak! Get out of my house! What are you!"

Peter rubbed his sore ear still floating in mid-air. "You have a good scream. HaHa! You'd make a great Lost Boy."

"What!" I stopped and spun around.

Then, faster than before, Peter swooped over to me and scooped me into his arms.

"Yup. I'm sure of it. You'll fit right in. You can be our new mother." He said giving me a wink.

I frowned and forced the blush to go down.

"Let me go damnit! I'm no one's f***ing mother! I don't even like kids!"

I fought against his hold, pushing, kicking, clawing, and punching. His grip did not lessen, only got tighter.

"Let me go! I'll give you money, jewelry, just let me go!"

The red-haired boy easily floated over to the broken window, and I felt the chill night air. I stared up at his face and got goose-bumps. An impish glow came from his skin, reflecting the moon's light. His ears were pointed, like an elf's. His jaw and neck were flawless; smooth flesh cloaking chorded muscles and bone. The mischievous glint in his eyes reminded me of a tiger, calculating yet entrancingly beautiful.

"See the second star to the right? That's Neverland. That is where we are going, so hold on."

I didn't have time to refuse. With a deep crouch, Peter leapt from my window and ascended I into the air like a jet. The chilly wind cut at my shoulders and neck, causing me to bury my face into the crook of his shoulder. Oh Gods, his scent was intoxicating. It was like a bright summer day. And deep inside of me somewhere I battled the opposing feelings of fear and attraction for the little jerk.

"We're almost there. Look."

"No. I want to go back. Take me home." I said shivering.

I felt his flight falter and his grip constrict. Peter cleared his throat and chuckled.

"Aw, c'mon, stop it. Don't you want to have fun and be free of rules? If you come to Neverland, you can have those things and more."

I shook now, he was really taking me to a fantasy island. Fisting the material of his shirt, I bit my lips to not start crying.

"I really, really want to go home. I'm fine with rules. I love that my Rents are hardasses," I felt the hot tears fall down my face but could not tell if they were from the cold winds or the mixture of my fear and frustration. "I'm asking you nicely; please take me home?"

When I got no response, I was at a loss. Up in the sky, hundreds of feet with some crazed elf kid basically telling me that I was his prisoner, I cracked. I started to cry. I cried deep harsh sobs of disbelief and anguish. I was even more upset that Peter ignored me. All I wanted was a nice, quiet night alone…not this hot mess. I was beyond consoling when I heard, through my gasps and heaves, the sweetest sound. The highs and lows of the sound were melodious and rich. The timber almost echoed off the clouds. I looked up to see the dark green emeralds of Peter's eyes closed and his mouth open in song. It was like those old Greek myths of sirens singing beautiful songs to lure weary sailors to their deaths. His pale throat undulated gracefully with each lyric.

The hypnotic music slowed my racing heart and thoughts. I watched him sing, his voice hitting the last melancholy note with deep passion. All was quite for a while after that. I still stared tiredly at him. I wanted to hear more of his song. My eyes pleaded for him to continue. Peter sensed that I wanted, needed more and gave me a kind smile. I let the redness cover my face and the heat to swell in my stomach.

"Feeling better now?"

I nodded mutely and gazed at my reflection within his eyes. Peter smiled wider and brought his forehead to mine. His skin was warm and smooth against me.

"Good. I'm glad. Was worried there for a minute," he said soothingly.

The pulsing of my face increased and I was sure he felt it. Or heard it at least with those ears of his. Weren't elves supposed to have good hearing?

"Neverland is a magical place. Won't you at least see it? If you do not like it I promise I will take you back home?"

My throat closed so my voice squeaked out, "You swear?"

"Scouts honor!" He chimed.

I exhaled the deep breath I unconsciously held and nodded again. "Ok. I'll go to Neverland."

Peter's musical laughter filled my ears and I felt myself melting into his chest. I think Peter could tell because he tightened his grip on my arms. I fell asleep in his arms because when I awoke, I was in a bed of furs with a roaring fire illuminating the many curious faces of young boys.