Peter Pan/Robbie Kay Imagines

You Don't Believe In Peter Pan- Part 2

Your mouth was suspened in the air. "Get out of my room! Or-" you were screaming at him, waving your bat in the air.

"Or what?" He tested with a smirk. You stared at him blankly. Was he? No, he couldn't be. He's probably a serial killer, or you're officially going to crazy.

"I'll get my Y/F/M (Your choice of family member), and they'll mess you up. You better climb back out of that window, or I'll hit you upside the head!" You screamed to him, he crossed his arms, staring at you. His green eyes were staring at you.

"They're simply not here, I'm not stupid Y/N." He said.

"That's it!" You screamed as you swung your bat. His hand jerked out and caught it in mid air. You looked in awe as you tried with all your strength to move it out of his grip. Then, in a blink of an eye, the bat was gone.

"What? H-how?" You muttered as you stared at your now empty hands. You looked back up at him, he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Get out! Get out!" You screamed at him again. He didn't flinch, nor show any emotion to your screaming.

"My name's Peter Pan," he said, ignoring your angry expression, and extended his hand for you to shake.

"This is a joke, isn't it?" You said as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"A joke?" He asked with a small laugh. "This isn't a joke, just like how it wasn't a joke when you called me by "P.P.". Now that was insulting."

"What? How do you know about that? Only me and Y/F/N talked about that." You said as you stared at him in awe. "Nuh-uh. This isn't happening."

"You are leaving right now! And I am locking my window!" You said as you turned him around and put your palms on his back, pushing him towards the closed window.

He wouldn't budge though, and he laughed.

"Puny," you heard him mutter.

"Excuse me? Who are you calling puny?" You said as you stepped in front of him. "You're the one who broke into my room. You're the one whose being a-"

"Say it, I dare you." He said with an angry expression. You definately hit a nerve.

"You dare me? Then I guess I have to say it." You said sarcastically and waved your hands in the air. "Don't make me call you by your nickname." You warned and wiggled your pointer finger at him. "Who's puny now?"

"Let's make a deal," he started as he paced in front of you.

"A deal?" You asked him.

"You willingly let me take you to Neverland. So you're aware I am real, and so is Neverland."

"What's in it for me?" You asked and crossed your arms. You weren't impressed with the deal so far.

"Afterwards you can choose from two things. One: you can make me leave and we will never speak again. Two: we can be friends and you can come to Neverland whenever you want."

"I must be one drugs right now. Y/F/N must have spiked something, or snuck into my kitchen." You muttered as you put your palm up to your forehead.

"Deal." And you shook his hand.

*Time Divider*

"You are crazy! I am not doing that! You're sending me on a suicide mission!" You screamed as you clutched onto the outline of the window. Peter was behind you sprinkling "pixie dust" on you. But you thought it was bullcrap.

"You have to believe or you will die." He said and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

"Then you go first P.P.." You said nonchalantly and hopped back into your room. When you glanced at him, he had an irritated expression and his jaw was clenched. He hated you when you called him that.

He walked to the window and hopped out. You covered your mouth, muffling your scream, as you ran over to the window. And when you looked up, there he was, the boy himself, flying in midair.

"Oh my gosh. This isn't happening. You can't be Peter Pan, and you can't fly."

He laughed at you as you talked to yourself. He extended his hand for you to take.

"What? Are you crazy?" You said as you backed a few steps away from him.

"You aren't going to know unless you take my hand," he said with a smile.

Gosh, his smile. You thought to yourself then shuddered at your undecent thoughts of him.

You slowly took a few steps toward him. Your hand was inches away from his. You took a deep breathe then put your palm in his. His hand entwined around yours and he slowly pulled you closer to the window. Your feet were now on the window border.

I sure feel like Wendy. You thought to yourself.

You closed your eyes then leaped forward into the air. For a split second you felt the wind tear at your face. Your hand was still holding Peter's and as you opened your eyes, you saw the ground below you. You looked up and met Peter's eyes.

He was right, all you have to do is believe.

Part three? I'm feeling some ideas for another part! And the third is going to be twice as long as this!

HELP!! Does anyone want to PM about a cover for this book? I mean, if any of you want to make it, I'll be happy to use it and say you made it. I just thought it would be cool if a fan of this book made a cover for it. PM me if you would like, please!