Yours, now and forever.

Chapter 13

Bella's Pov:

Almost all of the boys came and asked me what had happened that morning. All except Benjie. He was still super pissed, I didn't know why, but a part of me felt so guilty, I shouldn't have played around with his head like that should I?

I tried to brush off the thought as the bonfire was being lit. Drums and pipes were being played and everyone was up dancing. I was holding Noah's hands and spinning him while we danced around. Some boys did flips and tricks while others simply ran and jumped around the fire. One by one, we all became exhausted and sat down on logs and leafs spread along the floor. I sat down next to Oliver, my back resting on a long log behind me, slowly leaning my head back.

As my head placed gently down, I began to feel my hair being twisted and brushed lightly with soft fingers. I opened my eyes, looking up at Peter's smiling face. I couldn't help but smile back up at him. Joy and peaceful happiness filled his eyes and he continued to play with my hair. "How did you get there?" I giggled.

"I'm Peter Pan aren't I?" He smirked at me. I felt Oliver nudge me. I tilted my head to look at him.

"He appeared there while you were lying down." He said kindly. I looked either side of me. Peter's knees were either side of my shoulders, holding me between them, my head resting on his lap. I looked back up at him, smiling with every emotion I had. He bent his chest down, closing his eyes as his lips met mine. He kissed me gently, and even though he was upside down, I have to admit he was still a damn good kisser. "Oi!" Oliver piped up playfully. "That's my best friend! Careful there mate!" Please don't get mad at him please don't get mad at him.

"Of course," Peter chuckled. "Although I think she quite likes me." I couldn't really believe he was playing along with the joke. Who was he? What happened to the cruel and punishing Pan? He turned back to face me, the playful smile still on his face. "Do you love?" I sat up further in response and kissed him, hard. Pulling him close towards me and letting everything go completely mad,

"Hey!" Oliver kept saying. "Keep your tongue to yourself  young lady!" I tore away from Peter, leaning towards Oliver and digging the side of his arm with my fist. "Ow! Screw you." We laughed together. Peter's laughs of joy sent shivers down my spine. I'd heard him chuckle many times, but never a real laugh. One that children should have all the time. It was so warming to see him happy and in the moment for once.

As thoughts crossed my mind I began to notice Peter's laugh slowly dying away, and I lost that beautiful sound of his happiness. I lifted myself up to sit on the log with him, Oliver shuffling to sit at my feet. Peter was staring at something, his focus pinned on only that thing. I followed his vision and looked across the fire. Felix. They were scowling at each other, as if trying to burn a hole in the others brain. They both looked furious, like they could kill someone. Peter's head snapped away from Felix, staring at the ground, his lips tightened and his breath heavy.

I slid my hand into his, hoping to calm him and maybe bring back that happiness I just saw in him. "Peter?" He took a heaving breath, dropping my hand and storming off in a fit of rage. I watched as he walked off into the darkness, disappearing as soon as the shadows of the trees hit him. I felt a hand rest down on my knee comfortingly.

"You ok?" Oliver said calmly.

"Yeh...." I mumbled. "I just need to go talk to someone."

"Bella don't." I refused to listen to him. I stood up and marched myself through the dancing boys, over the where Felix was sat, looking rather pleased with himself.

"Ok what the hell did you do?" He breathed out a laugh, turning away as if I were asking him the stupidest of questions. "Hey! Don't you dare act like I'm stupid. Tell me what's going on." I felt the blood rush to my head, he was being such an asshole! He continued to ignore me. "Felix!" I yelled at him, lashing out and pushing him hard by this shoulder. He rolled onto the ground, pausing to gather together what had just happened.