Peter & Kaliah

Chapter 11

Kaliah's P.O.V

I was breathing heavily as a Lost Boy named Charlie and I sparred. He was good, but I was better. I threw a punch that he failed to dodge. He went falling backwards and I smirked. I won. I walked over to him offering him my hand which he took and shook my hand. "Nice punch." He said. "Thank you." I replied. Then I felt eyes watching me. I mean of course there were the Lost Boys but these pairs felt like Pans. I looked around and sure enough, he was standing there, watching me. He smiled. I just stared at him. He walked towards me and I felt any of my confidence fade away. He was so much taller than me and he made me feel small. He was soon standing in front of me and I cursed myself as I shrunk back.

"Well done Kaliah." I shrug. "Easy, you should train your Lost Boys better." He chuckled. "Really? You know I'm a Lost Boy technically, so you're saying that you could win in a fight against me?" My eyes widen when I hear the words come out of my mouth, "Yes." He smirks. "Let's go then Kaliah, let's see how you can win." I gulp and get in a fighting stance. "Ready," He starts. "Set, go." As the words leave his mouth we start.

I throw a punch that he easily blocks. He throws a punch and I easily side step it. We kept going like this for a while until he got bored and grabbed me by the waist and threw me over his hip, onto the ground. I land with a grunt. I see a smiling Pan above me. "You're so annoying." I mutter as I stand up, brushing away the dirt from my clothes.

"I told you, you couldn't win against me." He says. I scoff. "Yeah, well the sun was in my eyes." He laughs. "You're going to blame the sun on how bad you are at sparring now?" I shoot him a look. "Shut up." He stands in front of me and I notice that the Lost Boys are gone. They must've gone back to camp. Pan steps closer and I step back. "What do you want, Pan?" I ask. He smirks. Oh how I hate that smirk. "Don't you know?" I shake my head. "If I knew, I wouldn't be asking stupid." He chuckles. "Why you of course." I freeze. "Hmm?" I was totally confused. My "father" was Captain Hook, one of his worst enemies. "You heard me." I only then noticed how close he had become. I step back and I wonder what kind of game he was playing at. "You're delusional." I say simply. "No, you're beautiful, fierce, strong, independent, kind, loyal, smart, and caring. Who could be any better?" I was shocked. That was the nicest thing anyone had ever said about me. I could feel the tears in my eyes. "Y-You think that?" I asked so quietly I wasn't sure if he heard. "Yes, very much." I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. I was speechless.

I felt the tears roll down my cheeks. I hurriedly wiped them away before he saw them. But he noticed. "Are you okay? Did I say something wrong?" He asked worriedly. "N-No, that just the nicest thing a-anyone has ever said to m-me." I stutter out, on the verge of tears. He laughs. "That's why your crying?" I scowl. "I'm not crying." He smirks. "You were so crying." I shake my head. "I was so not." He smiles as we both knew the fight was on. "Yes." He said. "No." I replied. We went back and forth."Yes." "No." "Yes." Until he said, "No." Then I made the mistake of saying, "Yes." Ugh, I didn't even notice. "Ha! You were crying!" I groan. "No I was not Peter!" We both stand there shocked of what just came out of my mouth. "I-I-I mean Pan." Pan stares at me with shock and...happiness? Why would he be happy that I called him Peter? "No, no, no call me Peter. I like it." I gaped at him. "Wait, really?" He nods. "Yes, do please call me Peter. But just you." I nod surprised. "O-Okay." He clears his throat. "We better get back." I nod and we head back to camp.

I know this sounds crazy but....I think I like Peter Pan.

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