"Felix, get off of me!" Giggling, you try to push the lump of sleeping boy off you.
He simply snores on, and you roll your eyes in response.
"I'm going to get Pan if you don't get up right now!"
"I'm up!" He bolts up, crushing your leg in the process.
"Ugh, idiot!" You shout out, shoving him completely off you and inspecting your legs for potential bruises.
"Sorry, (y/n), but you know how much I just love having a comfortable place to sleep." Felix shrugs, itching his hair and wiping his face, each with a separate hand at the same time.
"I don't think my legs agree," They were completely numb, and you couldn't feel them at all. Trying to lift one was impossible; without the muscles actually working, that limb can all of a sudden become very heavy very quickly.
"Come 'ere, I'll race you to the training square!" Felix races off, leaving you in the dust with his head start.
"Hey, no fair!" You race after him, gaining on him by the second. After all, it wasn't just because of your good looks that you had become the first ever Lost Girl.
"I'd say it's pretty fair, (y/n). You've got me breathless- how can I possibly keep up with you when you just keep me chasing after you?" Felix stoops over when he reaches the spot where you sit, mildly checking to see if there's any dirt under your fingernails.
There is, and, to be honest, you couldn't care less.
The other Lost Boys are choosing their weapons for the day as you and Felix converse.
"You're just lucky you got these skills without much training at all. Your training was practically all in your past life- not all of us were that lucky. I, for one, only came out of it with a scar overtop my a eye and a fear of grownups."
"Which is wonderful, given the circumstances. Because of Pan taking us in, you are now his second in command. Who could he possibly trust more than you? You both share a hatred for grownups, after all." You choose your favorite weapon, a trio of throwing knives with a wicked blade on each one.
Felix already has his usual, the same old staff. Sometimes he would switch it up with a sword, but it seemed he always wanted to return to that club.
The rest of the morning, although Pan never shows up, the you and the Lost Boys practice. After a few hours at it, you get bored and grab Felix from the back, narrowly dodging the next swing from his club.
You pull him away from the boy he had been dueling, motioning for the other boy to "shut up or suffer" with a quick finger over your lips and then and hand swipe across your neck.
"(Y/n)? Practice isn't over yet!"
"Pan isn't here. Besides, I'm getting bored with this, and you're second in command! One day missing a few hours of training won't matter in the long run, just tire us out more."
Felix groans in response, "Why can't I ever say no to you?"
After a quick smile in response, you grab his hand and pull him over behind a tree.
"Let's make our escape quickly, and then avoid Pan's thinking tree. That's probably where he'll be after all, since he didn't bother to show up for training today."
"Athletic and quick-witted. I like it!" He still has his club on his shoulder, just like you still have the three throwing knives strapped to your wide belt; the weapons won't be missed. Neither will you two.
"Can we not run though? I nearly tripped on my cloak last time!" Felix whines in his own unique way, his voice flat as his eye glue themselves to yours.
You walk up in front of him so that there's only a few inches of space between you two. Bringing your hands up to his chest, you slowly untie the cloak and pull it from around him, reaching up as high as you can to pull off the hood from overtop his tangled blonde hair.
The whole time you do this, he stares into your eyes, a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eyes. But you've got some tricks up your sleeve too.
Once the cloak is completely off Felix, you wrap it around yourself, pulling the hood over top your own tangled mess of hair. On Neverland, it seems that only Peter Pan cares about his appearance.
Drawing the tie close to your throat, you turn away from Felix, smirking crookedly.
"See you at the Stone Circle. Of course, that's if you can get there before I leave you in the dust." And then you're off, exhilarated with the feeling of leaping over the roots of hundred year old trees and the thorns of Dreamshade.
What's life if you're never in danger, after all?
It takes you fifteen minutes by foot to get to the Stone Circle, a place that was full of mist and oddly shaped stones that were covered in carved figures of random letters and symbols. You know Felix could never beat you, and yet...
When you reach the largest stone, the one on the furthest northern point of any, you look up and are faced with a smug teenager you are very familiar with.
"Felix?" You look at him with wonder. He had never beaten you anywhere before, even if he got a head start. And you had specifically gotten a head start this time! Was it because of the cloak? Had it slowed you down? Had it lightened him?
"It seems someone supports our moment of rebellion, (y/n). Guess who came out of the shadows once you left and offered me a little bottle of... pixie dust?"
You're eyebrows shoot up as Felix drifts down from atop the 10 foot tall stone carving. Without a thought, you're eyes drift to the necklace around his neck.
"Pan gave you pixie dust? But he never gives anyone pixie dust! He always keeps it for himself."
"There are pros to being his right hand man, (y/n). Now, I know how much you've always wanted to try this. Don't think I haven't ever caught you staring at each of these bottles whenever he collects some more."
"Do you think there's enough for both of us?"
"But of course, m'lady." Completely out of character, Felix bows and offers you a hand, already floating into the air himself. You take hold of the small container and sprinkle the green sparkling substance over your head.
Dreams do come true.