Robbie Kay/Peter Pan Imagines

Peter Pan Imagine

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You hated the bus. Absolutely hated it. The yelling kids, high school seniors that smelled like weed, and it was always cold and uncomfortable. Honestly, you couldn't wait to be able to drive. But that wouldn't be for another 6 months, so here you were stuck on the bus.

You stick in your ear buds, turning up your music to full volume. You cough once, hating the fact how wheezy you sounded. God its like I'm an old man. You thought to yourself. You cough again, and again, and again. Then, a mild form of panic takes over your mind. It was like you couldn't breathe, your lungs unable to take in the air you desperately needed. You cover your moth with your hands, and feel something wet in your hands, the taste of rust in the back of your throat.

You take your hands away from your face, and almost scream. Blood was splattered on your hands from your coughing. You cough again, and it covers the seat in front of you in tiny red dots.
What's happening to me??

"Oh my god." You hear someone say beside you, recognizing him as someone in the year above you. You immediately start to cry, fear and panic taking over your entire body.

"Bus driver! Stop! We need help!" The boy, Zach, says. The bus driver pulls over, jerking you to the side. Your vision was going fuzzy, and your body started to feel numb and heavy while you desperately attempted to make your lungs work.

"We need a hospital!" Zach says as the bus driver came to see what was happening. "Its gonna be ok (Y/N), hold on..." You hear him say, and then everything fades to a heavy darkness.

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"(Y/N)." Someone whispers, but it was like they were trying to speak through a glass window. Muffled...

"(Y/N), wake up." The voice says again. All you wanted to do was sleep, but curiosity got the best of you. You open your eyes to see you're in a hospital room. No ones is present, except for an unfamiliar boy sitting in the chair beside your bed.

"Hello." He says, smiling.

"Hello... Who are you?" You ask, sitting up slowly and backing away from him. 

"I'm pretty sure you know who I am." He smirks. You have the feeling you should know, but you couldn't recall his name.

"Refresh my memory." You say to him, taking in his appearance.

He had dark green clothes on, leather cuffs on his wrists, and brown boots. His hair was brown, his eyes a bright forest green.

"I'm Peter. Peter Pan." He says, standing up. You raise an eyebrow, not fully sure if he was telling the truth or not.

"You? Peter Pan?" You ask skeptically. He nods in agreement. "Wait, so where's your green hat? Your green tights? Your flying powers and all that? Where's Tinkerbell?" You say, teasing him slightly as you stand up from the bed.

"I don't wear hats. And I'm not sure what a 'tights' is... Tinkerbell is a complicated story. Is there some way you've been spying on me?" He asks, confused.

"Oh, um, no..." You say, blushing in embarrassment. You guess he wouldn't know what a movie is considering where he's from. "But, why are you here, 'Peter Pan'?"

"Well, I've heard you calling out to me many times over the years-"

"Oh please, I was six." You interrupt.