The Real Neverland // WATTYS 2015

15. Love?

**I'm sorry that this chapter is short, but I have tons of homework to do so this is all I could do.**

"I didn't kill munch." Pan said. I stood up and looked at him in the eyes.

"You mean he's still alive?" I questioned

"Yes."

"Can I see him?"

"No."

"Why not?" Tears threatened to spill over.

"Because he is no longer on the island. That's why." Pan turned away from me walking over to the balcony. "I saw how upset you were with me over him. I knew if I killed him you would only cry more and more. Eventually you would hate me. And I don't want that. So I spared him and exiled him. He is no longer welcome in Neverland. But he is alive." He did all of this for me. I walked up to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"Thank you. I know you didn't like Munch very much. So thank you for keeping him alive." He turned around to face me.

"I would do anything for you. And you should know that."

Peter bent down and kissed me on the lips. It was slow at first, but the kiss quickly built. My arms moved from his waist to his hair. My fingers weaved their way through the strands. Peter picked me up and my legs circled around his waist. Peter walked to the bed that was only a few feet away from us and laid me down. Our lips never parted. I pulled at the hem of Peter's shirt and it quickly came off. I took a second to admire his toned abs. Peter was lean, but muscular. Not like a body builders body, but still hot. Our lips collided again. Soon we were both under the covers and the clothes were on the floor. He was gentle to me. Not what I expected at all.

The next day greeted me with a bright light through the window. I opened my eyes and tried to move, but I had two arms wrapped tightly around me.

"Why are you up so early?" Peter's voice was quiet. He was still half asleep.

"Because you left the window open, Silly." I turned away from the bright light and looked at Peter's sleepy face. He's so handsome, I thought to myself as I pushed a strand of hair out of his face. "You know we will need to get out of this bed eventually, right?" I said to him.

"I know, but let me sleep a bit longer. Please?"

"Sure." I kissed his forehead. "I'll go make breakfast." I got up and put on my clothes.

"At least close the curtains," Peter said putting a pillow over his face. I did as he said. Then continued into the kitchen to make pancakes.

Soon Peter came into the kitchen and hugged me from behind. I loved it when he did that. To be honest, I think I loved him. Truly loved him and wondered if he felt the same. I was careful of what to think about when I was around his though. I remembered that he could read my mind at any given moment.

"So what's for breakfast?" Peter asked.

"Pancakes and eggs." I stated keeping my eyes on the pan.

"Sounds yummy."

Was this all it was going to be now? Munch was gone. Pan and I were together. My brother are dead. Yet even though I knew all of this something still felt wrong.

"JILL!" I came to my senses. The eggs were burnt.

"Damn it." I whispered under my breath.

"What's wrong with you? Something on your mind?"

"You can read my mind. Shouldn't you know?"

"True, but I can't hear anything at the moment." I was confused.

"What? You can't hear my thoughts?" I looked at Peter.

"Not at the moment. I'm still half asleep."

"OK." I was still confused.

"I need to step out for a moment, babe. I'll be right back." Peter kissed the top of my head and stepped out f the hut. I walked over to the window and saw him talking to Felix.

"Is it done?" Felix asked.

"Yes, but I don't think she fully trusts me yet. I lied about Munch, but she still seems distant." My face fell. He was lying the whole time. Munch was dead and Peter didn't love me at all.

"You better hurry. You only have two more days." Felix warned

"You don't think I know that!" Peter yelled a little to loudly. He turned around to see if I had heard. I ducked down. He didn't see me and continued to talk to Felix. "I don't know what to do though. She's a tough nut to crack and it won't work unless she willing gives me her heart.

I sat on the ground and tears began to fall. I kept my mouth shut so that Pan didn't hear me. What did they need my heart for? I needed off this island. And I needed to do it in the next two days or I knew I was going to die.