Two Months Later :
"Bye," I said again, hugging ma. Again.
"Bye love," she said, holding me tightly. "Be careful, okay?"
"I will." She released me and I looked at Joseph, wondering if we were at hugging stage. He gave me a simple pat on the shoulder. Guess not.
"Bye, Remy. Hope you have fun," he said carefully. We were at yet another rocky stage, but we'll never be father and daughter properly. This was probably the closest we'd ever get to a father – daughter relationship, which was fine by me.
"Thanks." I picked up my bag and swung it over my shoulder.
"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you to Alison's house?," Joseph asked. "It wouldn't be a problem."
"No, it isn't too far away. We need plenty of time to get ready anyway before the flight."
Joseph seemed puzzled. "That's code for boys," ma said, giggling.
"Oi! Is not!," I protested. Joseph cleared his throat, looking uncomfortable.
"Well, I'll be going now. Bye guys." I saluted them and walked rather quickly towards the door, looking back at them once more.
"Bye, love," ma said. "See you soon."
"Love you," I said, slipping outside. I shut the door firmly behind me and disbelief came to greet me. I couldn't believe my plan had worked. I didn't even give "Alison" a last name. Only that she was a friend in school and that she invited me to go to Spain with her and her mother, and that her father was 'out of the picture' . It was such a load of crap I had a hard time keeping a straight face when ma kept asking questions about my mysterious new friend. Giving a description was the hard part. My imaginary friend is tall, red – headed rugby addict and wants to be an interior designer when she grows up. I had given that a lot of thought before ma had asked me.
I pulled the bobbin that had secured a plait in my hair as I reached the road ; my shortcut to the hospital and the park. I zipped down my blue Adidas jacket and tried to look like it was the most normal thing in the world to be walking on a deserted road at twilight. I didn't dress up much : just my jacket, my black jeggings, white t – shirt and navy shoes. I came prepared. My bag contained deodorant ; it was now a major concern to have none and I was sure Aaya would be interested in the teenage needs of the modern world. There was also two t – shirts, underwear, fluffy socks, a toothbrush and a woollen cardigan with Indian – type designs, which I thought would be appropriate. And lastly, a crumpled note. I zipped open my bag and rooted around until I had grasped it in my palm. I took it out and read it again, just as the last of the light faded from the sky.
You needn't worry about creepy guys in cars. You'll be safe at all times. I promise. Peter.
I walked casually and silently into the trees, gripping the note. The memories from my recent encounter there sent a shiver down my spine. Although Peter's promise was committed to my safety I couldn't help feeling fearful. I kept it together just barely, and decided to focus on the upside of my return to Neverland. My mother and Joseph wouldn't have to worry about me. Nobody would. They would go on with their lives as normal, waiting for my return from 'Spain' . Although I felt bad for lying to them, it seemed a much better way if you thought about it. They wouldn't have to worry at all, wouldn't have to wonder if I was alive or dead. That thought made me feel a little better. I hated having to lie, but sometimes I wondered if that was really true, because I seemed to be an extraordinaire.
I looked straight ahead, the lights of a nearby house across the street that I hadn't noticed before catching the corner of my eye. I kept on, hoping I hadn't been seen. But even if I was, there was nothing to do about it. I didn't think I knew anybody living in the house anyways.
I saw a figure a few metres ahead and stopped suspiciously.
"It's only me, Remy," Peter said. "I told you that you'd be safe. Are you ready?"
I breathed a sigh of relief and skipped towards him until we were hardly centimetres apart.
"I'm ready."
He smiled at me in the darkness, and I clutched his hand.
Alex's Pov :
I watched her disappear into the trees only moments ago, unaware of my gaze. What in God's name was she doing there? And it was dark outside. She had always seemed so shy ; I didn't ever think she'd enter those woods alone at this time. Didn't she know it could be dangerous…? What was she doing anyway? I followed every movement that the trees were making, seeing if there was a connection. If she was making them move. But they all just seemed to rustle casually in the wind, and that annoyed me. Was she safe? Maybe if I followed her…..no, she'd just be freaked out. Then it'd be awkward for ages between us. Remy, what are you doing? I worried a little. It felt weird. I'd known her all my life but never really thought like THAT about her before. Protective. I knew what I would do. I would call round the next morning, see what she was up to. No, then she'd know I was watching her. I'd ask her to hang out then, and bring the whole thing up casually, without her twigging what I was at. I wasn't all together sure how I was going to do that though.
I couldn't take my eyes off the woods. They wouldn't let me and just kept preparing myself for a sight of her, just to confirm my hopes of her well being.
Just when I was about to give up something caught my eyes, forcing them to keep a still gaze. A great glow panned out amongst every single tree there, creating a shadow on the road that separated the woods and my house. Immediately a few trees around it disappeared, along with the glow. And then everything seemed normal again, like the air had been untouched. I gaped at the scene, unable to believe what I had just witnessed. Whatever had happened, I knew it was Remy's doing. She had always kept to herself, and I guessed I had just seen why.
A/N : Now then! I guess I put you on a spin, but it'll make sense eventually, trust me.Merry Christmas & A Happy New Year! Updates soon!