Hii :) I'm back with a new chapter! I hope you enjoy this one, I'm not really sure what went through my mind as I wrote it but okay..

Chapter 19: Apologizes

Mya's P.O.V

I woke up on my own, and as I stretched my arms, I opened my hand and heard something fall to the floor. It was then I remembered the miniature anchor I had found.

I stood up from the hammock and picked it up. I studied it carefully. I could see it more clearly with the light of day, there were details carved in it. When I turned it around, I noticed a letter inscribed in the wood: W.

What could that mean?

I realized I was too hungry for my brain to function properly, so I believed that a table full of delicious breakfast food was in front of me, and soon enough, it was.

I put the anchor in my jacket pocket. "Yum." I commented out loud and started to dig in.

The amount of food I was eating lately wasn't proper for a girl my age.

But you know, who cares.

I never really did anything usual for girls my age. According to their standards I should be attending balls, meeting people of high social standing and getting married in a couple of years.

What I actually did was spend most of my time on a ship with my father and a drunken crew, and had absolutely no intention of getting married any time soon.

Peter entered the tree trunk unannounced, as usual "Is our prisoner awake yet?" He yelled, quoting me from yesterday night.

Seeing me crouched besides a table full of food with my mouth stuffed answered his question. "Enjoying yourself?" He asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Mmh-Hmm." I replied, unable to answer properly due to the amount of pancakes in my mouth.

He nodded, amused, and reached out to grab a muffin. I slapped his hand away. "Get your own." I told him, swallowing the rest of the pancakes.

No one touches my food. No one.

He raised his eyebrow. How I hated when he did that. "Someone's in a mood."

I was about to spit in his face. "In a mood?" I asked appalled. "I don't think you realized that you're keeping me on this island by force, away from everyone that I care about and you have the guts to tell me I'm in a mood?"

He frowned. "Is it... that time of the month or...?"

Okay screw the spitting, I was going to punch this asshole. "If it were, you'd be lying knocked out on the ground right now." I warned, flashing him a smile.

He smirked. "I'd love to see that." He reached for the muffin again and I slapped his hand away, again.

"Quit that." He ordered.

"I will if you leave my muffin alone."

"No, you will either way because if you don't, you'll regret it."

"Ohh, I'm scared." I waved my hands about. "What are you going to do? Throw a muffin at me?" Provoking him was probably not a good idea.

He did the thing I least expected. He threw a muffin at me.

"...Ouch." I commented, rubbing my arm where the muffin had hit me. "You just wasted food. How do you even live with yourself?"

"Don't-" I didn't even let him finish that I grabbed a pancake and threw it right in his face. Well, my aim was awesome.

I tried to restrain myself from laughing as he removed the pancake from his face. His really pissed-looking face.

"You're going to pay for that." Crap.

And before I knew it we started a food fight. A really violent one.

So much syrup was spilled, so much food was lost. Tragic, really.

I was actually having fun. Fun. With Peter. When I was supposed to be mad at him.

Why couldn't I be angry at him for more than ten seconds? What was it about him that made me incapable of keeping a permanent frown when I was with him?

After I had about ten eggs in my hair, a few pancakes squashed on my arms and legs, and a round of muffins thrown at me, I was ready to surrender.

Peter was reduced almost as badly as I was.

"Okay, okay." I raised my hands up. "I surrender."

Peter laughed, and dropped the food he had in his hands. "I won, as always."

"Pfft, you won by default. It doesn't count." I pointed out.

He ignored my remark and turned serious. Well, as serious as he could get in this occasion. "You should take that jacket off. There's a river nearby where you can wash it."

For a moment he actually sounded sincere. About a river... But still. It was progress. I'll take what I can get.

I removed my jacket, and when I did, something fell to the ground.

The sound was so familiar. I knew exactly what it was.

I didn't even have time to bend down. Peter had picked it up already.

"Where did you get this?" His smile had faded. His face was dead serious now.

"I found it." Honest answer. "Why?"

"You found it?" He raised an eyebrow. "You saw it here and you decided to take it." He corrected me. "That's not finding, that's stealing."

I gulped. He was really angry. I didn't understand why though, it was just a carving. "Is it yours?" Stupid question. Of course it's his. He wouldn't be so mad if it weren't.

"Everything on this island is mine." He replied.

I nodded. Fair enough.

He probably expected me do snap back at him. And usually I would have. But not this time.

It swallowed my pride and said something I never thought I'd say to him. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have taken it." I apologized, and handed the miniature wooden object back to him.

He seemed surprised at my apology. "I never thought I could get you to apologize for something."

"And I never thought I'd apologize to you. I guess we were both wrong." I shrugged and started to exit the tree trunk, walking past him. He grabbed my arm and spun me around until we were face to face.

His closeness sent shivers down my spine. I felt an urge to take a step back from him. But I didn't. I had to show him I wasn't afraid.

"I'm sorry too." He whispered. It was barely audible I was almost certain I had heard him wrong.

I stared at him, confused. I didn't understand what he was doing, or why he was doing it. His arm was still holding mine. But his grip wasn't strong, demanding. It was gentle. I could pull away from him if I wanted to. I didn't. I wasn't sure why.

He was looking back at me. His eyes were bright, but they were blank. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I wish I could.

All I knew was that he was leaning in. Closer and closer. And I was letting him.

I was about to give in when- "Peter!" He moved away from me in the time distance of a blink. I remained completely frozen as Felix walked into the room.

He glanced at me, then at Peter, who had his usual smug face again. He eyed us curiously. Probably because we looked like we had just finished a food fight. Oh wait, we had.

"Your shadow has returned." Felix informed Peter shadily.

I couldn't bear to look at Peter right now so I just stared at the ground below me. My feet looked really interesting at the moment.

I waited for them to leave the tree trunk and then let out a breath I didn't realize I was holding.

What the hell had just happened.

Mmh... the shadow has returned.. which means it was sent... I WONDER WHY? :o haha, okay I doubt that's really going to be a shocker but you'll find out in the next chapter ;)

Aaand please let me know what you think about this chapter, and the Peter/Mya relationship.. I focused this chapter on that since I wasn't sure where they'd stand. Also, I haven't watched OUAT in a while, at least not the old episodes of season 3 so I hope I'm keeping Peter in character..