Look, guys, I'm really sorry if this offends anyone. Just 'cause I don't like Twilight, doesn't mean you can't. One of my best friends is literally OBSESSED with Twilight. And I have nothing against bi/gay/lesbo people, so long as they don't hit on me. Also, I'm kinda related to a lesbo and my best (guy) friend is gay. Oh, I'm against threesomes, though - well, not them in particular, and I don't mind if other people have them, just so long as i'm not expected to join in! AND the only reason I had Pan gay and crushing on Puck was because I thought Puck'd hate that.
Okay, enough on my views on corrected-ness, On with the story!
Jake growled and shuddered as he looked up at the sky. Puck's eyes went black, with little flecks of red. Alice and Edward stood to attention, and Sabrina? Well, she just waved as the flying boy settled on the ground.
"Well, I'm guessing you must be the famous Peter Pan?" Sabrina asked. " I'm just wondering, 'cause you DO have a tiny winged girl following you, and you're all... Sparkly? Also, Puck's scowling fit to burst at you. Any how, would you please stop staring at Puck like that..."
"What on Earth do you mean?"
"You're looking at him like... I don't know... Like you're undressing him with your eyes. It's very disgruntling."
"My apologies, madam." he said, stiffly.
And they both shrieked with laughter.
"Oh, It's wonderful to see you again, Peter. New York wasn't the same after you'd gone."
"I know and I apologise-"
"And you were a rubbish guardian too. Mom and Daddy were kidnapped a few days after you left."
All through the conversation, Puck had been looking at Sabrina with something very similar to disgust.
"You do know he's disgusting and gay, don't you?" he finally enquired.
"Yes, but unlike you he's clean, unlike you he's never going to hit on me, and unlike you, he was my first body guard, and probably the best, too!"
As soon as she said that, she regretted it. He quickly unfurled his wings and flew off in to the sky
"I'm sorry, sweet-he - I mean, Puck!"
Puck stopped in the air, almost as though he was pulled back by an invisible thread hanging in the sky. He flew back down to earth.
"I'm sorry? Did you just call me sweetheart? No one has called me that since... Monica..."
"I'm sorry if that upset you then."
"Oh I wouldn't say upset is the right word for how he's feeling right now," Peter said. "You're so lucky. I wish I had the ability to excite his... Emotions like that. All he ever seems to do around me is get angry. Mind you, anger IS a rather passionate emotion..." he shrugged. "Any how... Hold on. Who's this?"
"Don't you dare start hitting on my Uncle, Peter! It was bad enough when you hit on my boyfriend and got him to turn gay like you! Do you know how horrible that was for me? No, of course you don't. All you ever cared about was yourself. You dumped him like two days afterwards. You know, if Puck was gay, you guys would be perfect for each other - you're both so utterly self absorbed!" Sabrina was clearly in a bad mood. The guys all slowly backed away. Alice, though, walked straight over to her and gave her a hug as she began to cry. A strange look swept over Alice's face, and she too backed away from Sabrina. Sabrina looked up, tears leaving their salty tracks on her face as they rolled down and off her chin. Eyes brimming with tears, she looked questioningly at them all, before blushing as she realised that she'd cried for the first time ever in front of Puck. AND that she'd broken down in tears in front of complete strangers. And gay ones at that - in the case of Pan and Edward.
This is all I had time to do today, more tomorrow if I remember to post/write it. Also, I'm a little bit curious as to why no one's refused the chapters I've put up so far. I've only had five reviews for the whole story, and am concerned as to what you guys are doing with your time. Also, I'm doing an 'M' rated story sometime soon, and my friends elder brother is helping me with some of the scenes. It's nothing like any story I've done before now, and I'm sorry if it's to out there for you guys. Also, although I'm only eleven, I know lots of stuff from – how can I say – more advanced age groups. Like 30 year olds. And if some of it's really perverted then I apologise, but that's what Elvis wanted (my friend's brother, that is, not the Grimm's dog).
Hope you liked this! More tomorrow, duckies.
OOOH! FLYING MUFFINS!
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