Disclaimer: Still don't own Peter Pan.
I opened my eyes slowly. That was the weirdest dream ever. First there's a random boy in my room, we have the oddest conversation, and then a bug-size person flies in my face. I should not watch so much television before I go to bed.
"Wow that was weird." I said to myself.
"What was weird?" I almost snapped my neck from turning so fast to see the same boy sitting right next to my bed. I almost screamed, but he jumped up and covered my mouth before I could do anything.
"Don't scream! It's very annoying when girls scream." We stayed in that position of him hovering over me while I'm sitting upright on my bed. He was looking right into my eyes, and I could only look back into his blue ones. "You look different from a lot of girls I know." I could only tilt my head in my confusion at such a random statement. "Your skin looks like chocolate, and your hair is very curly and wild. It is so cool. Why do you look like that?"
I shoved his hand off of me. "Because I was born this way and thanks, I guess." I almost forgot about the whole fairy thing until I saw it flying right next to Peter.
"Ahh, get that thing away from me!" I yelled and I jumped right out of my bed. He had to fly to get out of the way. Wait, fly? "You can fly?" I felt myself losing balance again before he caught me and put me back in the bed. He lightly slapped me to keep me from fading out.
"Yes I can fly. It's so easy."
I just sat there looking at him for a good two minutes with a baffled look on my face. My mind was trying to process all the things happening to me right now. Either I'm going crazy, or everything I know about life is a lie. I'm not really sure which one is the answer.
"What are you?" This was the only question I could physically say, but there were millions going through my head.
"I told you, I'm Peter Pan, the greatest boy who ever lived." He flew in to the air this time and did the pose again. I couldn't even comment on his ego after that.
"Can you come down please?" He floated down to the bottom of my bed still in his arrogant pose. "Where did you and your little fairy come from?"
"Neverland. Wait, you believe in fairies?" he asked in a surprised tone.
"Well I guess I have to, seeing as there is one right in front of my face."
"Wendy or Jane didn't believe in fairies at first. Jane almost killed Tink by saying that fairies weren't real."
"Two questions, who is this Jane girl, and how can she almost kill a fairy?"
He sighed really loudly. "Do I have to explain everything? Jane is Wendy's daughter and she almost killed Tink because she said fairies weren't real. Every time someone says they don't believe in fairies, a fairy falls down dead."
"That is horrible. I'll be sure to never say that." I would never want to kill anything, let alone a little fairy even if they aren't real.
"Thank you and Tink thanks you, too." He said while looking at the little light floating in the air. I know all this is just madness, but I'm just going to go along with it. I've seen enough television to assume anything is possible.
"You're welcome."
We then stared at each other again, not knowing what to say. I would have asked a question about school to break the ice, but I'm pretty sure he doesn't go to school.
Randomly he asked with a big smile, "You wanna come to Neverland with me?"
"Um…. No thanks." There is no way I'm going to a place unknown with a random guy who was lurking in my bedroom. I'd be considered crazier than him.
His face fell immediately. "Why not? You can have lots of adventures, become the second Lost Girl, never have to worry about anything and have lots of adventures."
"You said that already."
"That's because there is so many adventures to be had."
"But you don't even know who I am or what I do. What if I was a crazy person?"
"I can already tell you are not a crazy person. I have instincts on who the good guys and the bad guys are. Plus you said that you knew how to tell stories, I need someone to tell stories to me and the lost boys."
I still don't know who these lost boys are, but I'm tired of asking questions. "I can't, I have a life here. Janet, Thomas, and Cliff would probably miss me and I have to go to school and-"
"Yuck, school is for grown-ups. No one should have to go to school." In a way, I did agree with him, but I'm not brave enough to just leave. "And who are Janette, Clith, and Tim?"
"Janet, Thomas, and Cliff are my foster family."
"Foster family?"
"They adopted me after my parents died." How does he not know what a foster family is?
"So you don't have parents?" I shook my head yes. "I don't have parents either. We can both not have parents together in Neverland."
"No," I said with force this time. "I need to stay here."
"Can you at least think about it?" he said almost defeated. "I mean Tink seems to like you, seeing as she hasn't tried to hurt you yet."
"Tinkerbell wouldn't hurt me." Well I hope she wouldn't, she looks nice enough to not want to do harm.
"She would if she was jealous." Jealous? Of what?
"There's no need to be jealous Tinkerbell, I'm not trying to do anything." I said while looking at the little ball of light. At that, I could see a hurt expression on Peter's face. Maybe he isn't used to girls not throwing themselves at him because of his ego. I turned back to him and said with a soft tone, "Look, I'll think about your offer but don't expect a different answer."
He nodded his head yes. "I'll be back soon to see that you have changed your mind," he said quickly before him and Tinkerbell flew out the window. He didn't give me enough time to respond.
I just sat in my bed with thoughts of everything going in my head.
Do I really want to stay here? I mean my foster family is nice to me, but I don't feel like they love me. I'm not sure what I am to them. And life is just going to get worse with me living here in London and going to that horrible school where all the kids are jerks.
Maybe I should go? I've always wanted adventure and to live a worry-free life. I always stress and worry something bad is going to happen ever since my parents died. This can probably be the best opportunity to live a good life without thinking about all that stuff. I just don't know.
Why on such a random night are all these unlikely and crazy things happening to me? Boys flying, fairies being real. Things don't make sense anymore.
I need a glass of water.
AN: Hope you enjoyed.