The next day I felt terrible I didn't even want to get out of bed but I knew I had to, there wasn't a way to escape it I would definitely run into Pan at some point or another without a doubt. I stepped out onto the deck and saw all my food supplies had been gathered for me and piled on the deck. Was this Pan's way of apologizing to me cause I could get used to not needing to get food supplies myself to be honest.
"Pan?" I called out, looking up into the sky, but there was no sight of the flying boy. The thought was nice I guess but as much as I would love to be lazy and not do anything for myself that didn't mean I wanted Pan to do it for me. I thought of last night, that boy definitely had an arrogant and naughty side that i never knew existed to him. I didn't want to let this side of him become corrupt to him because of me but whatever.
I took all the food supplies into the kitchen and it filled it up quite a lot to be honest, just how much supplies did Pan give me? What was his reasoning behind it along with his lust filled actions towards me. It couldn't really be that this was the boy's way of... trying to be affable, was it?
Was Pan doing all this because he was developing some sort of feelings for me?
No, no. No, no, that couldn't it. Pan have feelings for me? No way, maybe it was just a gesture of an apology but that doesn't explain why ye did the things he did in order to need an apology in the first place.
Just as I had expected there was a knock at my bedroom door, it was late evening so seems about right I guess. I got up from reading on my bed placed my glasses on my book and walked to open the door. Of course Pan was standing there.
"Pan. What do you want?" I asked waiting for the boy to do something inexplicable instead of speaking.
"I was floating around the island and saw your light on, so I thought I'd drop by and see how you're-"
I then slammed the door in his face, locking it. If he was going to make up excuses he could at least be good at it instead of rambling on a nonsensical jumble of words.
I was awoken out of my half asleep state as the window creaked softly, mostly likely the wind. The reason I was half asleep was because I'm sure that damn boy is going to appear again and I'd rather not wake up tied to my bed again so maybe if I'm awake I can catch him.
And just as I suspected Pan's shadow glided along the walls, in the moonlight before he slowly flew closer, hovering right above as I looked up at him. "What do you want?" I asked, though I won't get an answer and I should have an idea of what he wants already. knowing he probably wouldn't get an answer this time either; not that it was necessary because he had a feeling he knew exactly what Pan wanted, he just didn't understand why. Pan pulled his legs into a cross-legged sitting position in midair and crossed his arms. "You don't know?" He asked with a pout and I rolled my eyes and glared at him.
"Yes. I know what you want. The question here is, do you know what it is that you want, Pan?" I asked to fuck with his head, smirking. He looked the picture of confusion now, of course he knew what wanted but I don't he knows what it is he wants. As everything with Pan, he probably thinks of this as a game. "I want..." He began slowly but then stopping.
"I want..." He tried again but he couldn't say what he wanted because he didn't actually know what it was. "You." He said sheepishly and I raised my eyebrows at him before speaking. "Well, Pan, you can't have me." I told him, he pouted again acting his age as he spoke out with a tone that only a child uses when they don't get what they want.
"Yes I can!" he said back immediately. I growled at him. "No, you can't, you spoiled brat! You don't always get what you want, that's not how life works!" I snapped at him angrily. He looked that disheartened way again before speaking in that childish tone again.
"Why do you do that?" His voice sounded sad and hurt as well as childish. "Why do I do what?" I replied to answering his question with a question though I wasn't too sure myself of what he was talking about.
"Be so mean all the time. More mean that you used to be." Pan mumbled, I couldn't help but laugh. "What's wrong with you, Pan? What do actually expect? I've told you we're enemies, we're supposed to hate each other. So I'm always mean. "But can't things change? You know can't people change?" He sounded so sure but I shook my head. "No. Things can't change and neither can people. Also you promised you would take me back to London pfor and guess what? I'm still here so..." I trailed off hoping he'd get the point.
"I am not going to do that! I will never take you to London!" He childishly argued with me, his showed his frustration and there was something else I couldn't quite put my finger on.
"And I will never be yours." I told him quietly, giving him a look that made that childish side come out more in anger. "Why not?" "Because, you're just a promiscuous child that think he can just do whatever he wants when he wants and that's all you ever will be." His anger show more in his face. "No! I don't care what you think!" His anger getting the better of him. I couldn't help but laugh at the ridiculousness of this argument. "You're nothing but a pathetic little boy who can't handle rejection! So why don't you just admit that!" He shook his head and let his anger do the speaking. "That's not true!" He yelled in my face. I grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him to listen to me.
"Listen to me. I don't want you, Wendy didn't you want you and if you don't stop acting like this pathetic then no one will ever want you. You're a disgusting piece of work who doesn't know when to stop and I would rather have be torn apart by that crocodile than to be having this ridiculous, silly argument with you! Now shove off!" He swallowed visibly thickly, looking like he could break into tears at any moment but his eyes also still looked fierce.
I don't know who I was trying to convince Pan or myself? Either way it didn't matter. What did matter is I've got the boy to finally leave me alone, that's what I want right?
Of course it is. But even if it wasn't this had to stop. I couldn't deal with the way this boy is beginning to affect me. He's making me go soft on him.
His hurt look... The loss of his strength that was so evident or interest in fighting. The gestures of affection, his repulsive and sudden sexual curiosity, his sinfully good mouth. It all made sense, Pan was developing some kind of feelings for me but I didn't know just what kind yet.
