NEVERLAND

Never talk to a stranger

Winny's P.O.V.

No! A hundred times no! I was not letting a stranger sleep here! Especially a criminal!

"No, I'm giving you a minute to get out of my sight before I'm calling the police." I told him and he shook his head, lowering my wrist before I grabbed my cellphone.

He placed his hands up in surrender and sighed.

"Fine I'll make you a deal. I'll help you live a little if you don't call the police on me okay?" He said and I scoffed.

"Live a little? Why do you think I haven't lived? I mean I've got tons of memories you know. I've having so much fun keeping it safe and not running away from the police." I told him and he looked at me with disbelief and hurt.

He scanned my book collection and paintings on the wall before looking at me.

"Yeah reading and sketching all day seems like you're the life of the party." He said and laughed a bit.

I rolled my eyes and thought about what had happened with my friends before. They left me. They called me a loser and spread rumours about me. It was horrible.

"Fine whatever. Just a night okay?" I asked and he gave me a grin before flopping on my bed.

I gave him a look of disapproval before placing my hands on my hips.

He looked as if he got it and sat up giving me his hand.

"Oh yes where are my manners? I'm Pattinson Peters, call me Patch." He said and I shook his hand before he pulled me down with him and I lay on top of him.

I quickly squirmed away as he chuckled at my reaction and smiled at me.

"I am not sharing a bed with some red head stranger I just met!" I told him and he stood up from my bed and laughed.

"Then where do you expect me to sleep birdy?" He asked and I gasped at him.

"On the floor! Like any other stranger who ever will barge into my room in the middle of the night!" I told him as if he should've already known that.

He threw me a glare and I smirked up at him.

"Oh yeah where are my manners? Correction I meant like any other criminal that will ever barge into my room!" I told him pointing a finger at his chest.

He looked furious and grabbed me by the waist pulling me to his chest as if we were glued together.

"Look here missy! Don't you ever think that just because you're a girl that I'm not going to kill you! I did it before. Am I making myself clear?" He loudly whispered and I quickly nodded, avoiding his eyes.

He let go of me and took one of my pillows, throwing it on the ground.

"I'll sleep on the ground. I rather get uncomfortable than sleep in the same bed as a stuck up rich kid." He muttered and instantly laid on the ground.

Killed a woman? He killed a woman before? I let a killer sleep in my room! I instantly regret agreeing him to sleep here as I drifted off to sleep.

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I woke up quickly. Well I had to check on Jonas before mom and dad got home from the gala. I then checked on my phone before I sighed in relief with a text about mom and dad being here a week after and already packing while we were asleep. It's a good thing I locked the door.

Praise the Lord.

I rolled on my side to see that Patch was gone. I sighed in relief because he was finally gone. I placed my silk robe on to cover my short night gown and walked to Jonas' room.

As soon as I oppened the door I saw that Jonas was squeeling in laughter because of Patch tickling him.

"Stop it Patch! I can't bweathe!" Jonas said as he laughed even more.

I gasped at the scene and it touched my heart to see the criminal had a soft side.Then Jonas eyed me in my doorway and ran to give me a hug.

"Winny you're up!" He said and tugged on my hand, leading me to the kitchen.

I carried Jonas in my arms as I got what I needed to make Jonas' breakfast. I saw Patch eyeing my every move as he continued to drink his milk.

"Morning, Birdy." Patch said and gave me a grin before biting on a PB & J sandwich Jonas probably made for him.

I gave him a soft smile in response as I placed Jonas on the stool next to Patch.

"It's Winny, Patch! My sissy is not a birdy!" Jonas said, laughing at what he thought was Patch's joke.

Patch gave Jonas a soft smile and walked to me as Jonas was preoccupied with his peanut butter and jelly.

"I need you to do something for me before I leave, okay?" Patch asked and slid some money on the counter next to me.

I stared at the money and shook my head.

"Look it's fine. You don't have to pay me for anything." I told him and he let out a chuckle before looking serious again.

He shook his head and sighed.

"I need you to get me some dye. I mean I'm a natural red head, but I change my hair color everytime I get caught." He said and I gasped in disbelief.

Wait hair dye? He wanted me to go to a store and get him some hair dye? That was unbelievable.

"You mean for your hair?" I asked and he rolled his eyes.

"No for my nonexistent pony. Yes, my hair! Look my red hair is a dead give away. I mean I heard what the police said and I just need to blend in." He said and I sighed, nodding.

"Whatever."

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Francisco  Lachowski  as  Patch Peters