Brown Eyes

Chapter 8

(Beth's P.O.V.)

When we got to Pixie Hollow, I saw a big beautiful tree, with a golden light glowing between the branches. I stood in awe.

"Absolutely breathtaking," I said softly.

"Exactly what I was thinking," I heard Peter say, and I turned to see he was staring at me again. I blushed and looked away.

"Why do you keep doing that?" I asked.

"What?" he asked.

"Staring at me," I said.

"Because you're amazing, funny, witty," he listed, stepping closer to me. "I don't even have to mention beautiful, but I'll do it anyways."

"I'm not that pretty," I mumbled, not able to look at him.

"Are you joking?" he asked. The carefully lifted my head so I'd look at him. I had never seen him look so serious. Then he said, "You are the most beautiful girl I have ever encountered in my life. And I've lived a pretty long life."

"Liar," I smirked.

"About the long life part, or the beautiful part?" he asked. "Because I'm not lying about either."

"Please," I said with an eye roll. "I mean, I don't consider myself ugly or anything, but I am not the most beautiful princess out there. I mean, there's this girl named Snow White who was literally nicknamed 'the fairest in all the land.' That's a pretty big statement, and I have a feeling she lives up to it. I'd say I'm pretty average."

"Every second I spend with you, the more beautiful you become," Peter said, once again stepping closer. I felt myself blush again. "The reason she is the fairest in all of her land, is because you're not in her land, so she has no competition. You are the fairest in all the lands."

He was only inches from me now.

"You really think so?" I asked.

He just looked at me and smiled. Then he leaned in and kissed me.

Now that I had seen it coming, I wasn't paying attention as much to my surprise. Fireworks flew everywhere, and I think I might've been floating. I had to stand on my tiptoes to reach him. I pulled him closer to me and kissed him back.

After we pulled away, I was almost out of breath.

"Well that question's been answered," I said and laughed.

He smiled and tucked a section of my hair behind my ear. "Thank you for learning to trust me," he said.

I smiled and said, "Don't mention it."

"I'm serious," he said. "I need you to know how much this means to me."

"Hey," I said, "You're worth it. Me trusting you is already a lot easier than I thought it would be. That's how I know I've made the right decision."

"You have," Peter said. "I'll make sure of it."

I smiled.

"Do you still want to see the fairies?" he asked.

"Am I still breathing?" I asked, sarcastically, getting excited again.

He smiled again, and said, "Okay, then let's go. But you have to be quiet."

"Okay," I whispered and nodded excitedly.

He took my hand and started guiding me toward the tree. When we got about forty feet from it, I saw lots of little different colored lights flying around. I gaped, wide eyed.

"Wow," I breathed.

He took me up to the tree and held a finger to his lips, signing for me to be quiet. I nodded, and he knelt down and looked through a gap in the roots. I copied him.

I gasped silently. Inside there were thousands, if not millions of different colored fairies. There were lanterns and there as a chandelier, all made from twigs and flowers and things found around Neverland.

"Beautiful," I said, then smiled at Peter.

He smiled back at me.

I saw a fairy in a blue dress.

"Is that the Blue Fairy?" I whispered, pointing.

"Yes, she is," Peter whispered back.

"Where's Tinkerbell?" I whispered.

"Tinkerbell?" Peter said. "She lives on the island, but she doesn't have her wings anymore."

"Do I have a fairy?" I asked.

"What?" he asked back, looking quite confused.

"When a baby laughs for the first time, a fairy is born," I said, "Thus for every person, there is a fairy that belongs to the person who created it, isn't that right?"

Peter breathed a chuckle, impressed.

"That's exactly right," He whispered. "How did you know that?"

"Lilith Smith's Guide to Winged Creatures," I told him. "It's a pretty good book."

He smiled and said, "Did I say anything about smart in that list, before?"

"I don't think so," I said.

"Then I'm officially adding it," he said.
I giggled and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you," I said.

"Don't mention it," he said with a smirk, probably copying me from before.