Even Lost Boys Are Found

Chapter 4

When we got home, the boys took a rest and Sarah came back from her water polo. "Oh, Peter! I'm back, I was going to make us a lunch so we could hang out today." Peter rolled his eyes. It was as if she did this everyday and each day would be a new excuse. She went into the center of the tree where Peter and I were. "Peter? Doesn't that sound like so much fun?" Omgosh yes Sarah that is the most fun thing ever. I'll just be standing here eating a PB&J while you drool all over me. How fun.

I felt as though Peter heard my comment and giggled, "Sorry, Sarah. I was going to have a picnic with Nitya, you know, to welcome her a little bit more." Sarah sighed, lay down, and picked up her book that she kept on her shelf. Peter whispered, "Don't worry about her, Sarah has a hissy-fit whenever we run out of jam." I laughed, but not loud enough to wake the sleeping boys or enrage Sarah. Peter pulled me aside with a grab-the-basket-and-go-kind-of-face, so I did exactly that.

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The road was long, and I'm pretty sure that was intentional. We sat on a rock that was bigger than both of us put together. We talked, which was pretty weird. Peter didn't seem like the kind of person who would enjoy a conversation about England's flora and fauna. Well, we talked for a while. We started to get Neverland. "I have -er- questions."

He glanced up.

"Questions?" He looked alarmed, "Um, go ahead." He took another bite of his sandwich.

"In the books, you were described as rude and you also looked like you were 12 years-old. What's the deal with that?" He was almost scared to answer any questions that had to do with his life or Neverland or his boys.

"Question 1. I am not rude. That author got me all wrong. Well, maybe I was rude, but if I was, I have changed, I'm a better man now. I'm kinder to the mothers and let them do what they want. I still let the boys do what they want. Okay, question 2. I am 7,843 on December 27. I look like this because people from Neverland don't change. Time goes slow for us while others go fast. The boys want to go home, Nitya. They tell me stories about their mothers and fathers the they can't see again. Don't tell them." I nodded. Peter had a scared look in his eyes. He was the older brother that they wanted to be. Peter had wanted a bright future for them. "Any others?"

"Wow, um, How about, Why did you really invite me?" He took his fingers through his hair.

"My soul."

"What?"

"My soul, I don't know it just told me that I needed to be with you. I wouldn't have done that to anyone else." I lied down on the blanket, Peter decided that laying down would have been awesome, too. We looked up at the clouds, they were— different. As though the Neverland clouds were made with cotton candy and wrapped with dreams. Peter turned his head to look at me. "Do I get my turn?"

"Turn?"

"For questions..."

"Oh, there's not much to know about me. But, shoot."

"Okay, are you alright? I feel as though your not, like, Nitya-ish..." He was rubbing his chapped hands, and looked back up with his big, brown eyes.

"Well, Neverland is, it's different then what I thought it would be. I thought you would be more childish, silly and a little more rude. Not that I think you're rude, you're different. You're the beautiful kind of different." Peter looked at me and changed his plain face into the slightest grin.

"Nitya?" She nodded. "I think I feel something."

"Are you allergic to something? Maybe it was ham, are you allergic to meat? I'm sorry, I-I didn't know and-"

"No, it's like butterflies hitting my stomach. It's when I'm near you. Are you wearing perfume I'm allergic to or something?"

"Peter, I feel that, too... It's strange."

Peter teared up a little bit, "I shouldn't age up. I'm the oldest boy, the boy who will turn 7,843 on December 27, and yet I'm older. I'm thinking of things a 7,843 year-old shouldn't have even thought of. I don't know what I'm feeling Nitya it's-"

I whispered loud enough for Peter to hear, "Love. You shouldn't have felt this, I shouldn't feel this for you either, but I do." He leaned in, It was either an incantation for a kiss or for his hand to hold my head, but whatever it was, I was all for it.

Something made a noise in the bush. Out came a man, a large man with a feather in his hat and a hook for a hand. Hook. "Looks like Peter has a girlfriend . Take Peter, and the girl... Leave her here. No Wendy can defeat a pirate." Hook chucked as he took Peter in a sack.

"Nitya! Help!"