You had been staring at that same sheet of paper for the past fifteen minutes with absolutely no inspiration. Where had it all gone? Usually, you would draw what was around you. But you had drawn all the lost boys each a million times. There wasn't much else to do; it's not like they would ever allow you to train in weaponry.
The only Lost Boy that you had never dared to draw was the most important of them all; the leader. Peter Pan. It had always been enticing to draw him. His features were perfect! But no, if he found that you had been watching him, you could be abandoned at the next camp switch session. Never to be able to find the new camp despite the island of Neverland being small.
The graphite pencil in your hand had already begun etching lines onto the paper of Pan's features just as you thought about it, and you hadn't even noticed until you looked down and recognized the exact shape of Pan's head in light marks.
Quickly erasing it, you make sure to look up and see that Pan is busy. He couldn't see that you were even remotely fascinated with him. After all, one of the reasons he had no other girls in the camp was that he knew they would distract him.
Apparently, you were an exception. You don't really know how to think about that one... a compliment that you were able to stay, or did it mean that he would never like you in that way.
Just that thought is enough for you to simply put the sketchbook down. Pan had never shown any interest in you anyway. It was probably the case that he would never like you.
"(Y/n), I need to speak with you."
You look to your left, jerking away quickly when you notice just how close Peter Pan is to your face. Had just thinking about him drawn him toward you? You wouldn't doubt if he could read minds. After all, he had literally created an island with just his imagination. Could there be anything he wouldn't be able to do?
"Um- Hi... Pan?" Being caught by surprise doesn't do you any justice for your vocabulary, and so you stop after those three words and simply get up quietly, following him obediently up into his tree house.
The tree house had a carpet of soft green moss. In the center was where the tree was supposed to be the trunk of the tree. Instead, however, there was a tree stump that looked to be working as a table. On the ceiling, directly above the table-stump, was the continuation of it. It was as if Pan had sliced a chunk out of the tree he had built his tree house on. From the outside though, the tree looked no different.
There were bookshelves lining the walls, covered in memorabilia and weapons, as well as a few actual books. Instead of a bed, a huge bundle of soft comforters had been piled up in a large corner on a circular rug, accompanied by a few fluffy pillows.
It seemed like heaven.
"I brought you here to assign you a task, (Y/n). You will be drawing a boy that I will be describing to you, and you won't be leaving this tree house until you do so perfectly." His eyes glint with hidden excitement, even though his words are demanding. He's found out something important.
And he was relying on you to help him. Were you really up to the task? It's not like you had a choice anyway. Even if you did have a choice, you would do it anyway. Who would pass up a chance to get in Peter Pan's good graces?
"Okay, I'll do it. Um, I guess you can start describing him then?"
It took two days to fully understand exactly what Pan was describing. Sometimes there were full hours where you made no progress.
Surprisingly, Pan was very patient. He tried his best to explain it, even trying to draw the boy himself. That didn't help you at all, since Pan was kinda terrible at any form of art that wasn't violent.
Finally, you had finished. You hadn't been outside for two days, and you had only had a few hours of rest in those two days. Pan hadn't had any, and he had been in the tree house with you the full two days as well. He'd allowed you to sleep in his cocoon of blankets, and when you had woken up he had been in the same spot as when you had fallen asleep; staring up at the ceiling with a look of concentration on his face, his elbows on his knees.
Usually you would be able to draw a head shot like this easily, in under an hour. It was odd not to have a reference though, and you were proud of what had come out of Pan's description. It had taken a lot of work, but it was done.
It had been a nice sort of "Intro to Peter" though. You had talked to him when you had been working on the drawing, when he himself wasn't talking.
You had found out a lot about him. Maybe it was because he was tired that he was able to open up to you. Maybe it was just because he was tired of ignoring you for once. Either way, it got you answered. That was satisfying enough.
When you had finished the piece, he looked at it closely. He laughed, a chiming sound of pure happiness, and grinned widely. And then... he actually kissed you!
Why would he do that? You could only make a guess. Maybe he was high off the fact that they had finally finished the drawing? Maybe he didn't really mind you much, now that you had helped him with something that was apparently very important.
After Peter Pan kissed you, he didn't look as if he regretted it at all. In fact... you may have seen even a light sprinkling of pink spread across his cheeks. You were definitely sure that at least your face was beet red.
But that was alright, because Pan actually liked you. Who knew something like this would come out of a single drawing of some stranger?
Anyway, you would now finally be able to draw Peter; that was quite obvious by now.
You walked out of the tree house together, and even though the rest of the lost boys stared at you both with questioning looks (and some suggestive glances from the older boys), all you could think about was Peter Pan.