Broken Masterpiece • (Peter Pan / OUAT) •

Chapter 18 - The Boy Below The Ocean (Part Two)

"Peter this is...." I stare around, completely speechless. He'd really outdone himself.

"I know it's not much, but I tried" he says shyly, smiling sheepishly in my direction and flashing me his pearly white teeth.

"Peter, this is amazing" I finally manage, gaping around the wonderfully lit and gorgeously decorated picnic area. There were no words to describe how romantic and beautiful this scene was. Everything about it was perfect.

He'd put up a small, white tent just about big enough for the both of us (if we squashed together that is), added fairy lights and flowers around the edges of it and piled up blankets and pillows on the inside, making sure we stayed warm. He'd added two or three tiny lanterns inside the tents as well, just to make sure there was light inside of it.

"Thanks" he smiles happily, blushing madly. "I was scared you wouldn't like it"

I gasp loudly at this, looking from the tent back to him.

"How could anyone not love this?" I grin, dancing around and climbing into the tent. Peter follows closely behind, a wide smile on his face and a gorgeous spark in his eye. I'd never noticed how well his eyes picked up the light and reflected it so perfectly.

"So...." he trails, making me giggle and take his warm hands into my freezing cold ones.

We sit in silence for a few moments, simply enjoying the company of one another. He kept his eyes focused on mine and his smile was bright and wide as if it had been glued into place. His pearly white teeth where just about visible below his soft, plump lips. I have to say, none of the boys back home where quiet as attractive as him.

"So, tell me a bit about yourself Peter" I shift awkwardly, realising how long I'd been drooling over him for. I cross my legs, keeping my hands interlocked with his and my smile photo-shoot worthy. The only things I'd ever liked about myself was my eyes and my smile.

"Like... like what?" he chuckles nervously, although no amount of grinning or laughing could hide his confusion. I'd say it's because of his weird obsession with moving his eyebrows around to fit his mood.

"Like... your favourite colour! Or.... your favourite movie" I grin sheepishly, shaking a small strand of hair away from my face. My answer leaves him in an even larger state of confusion, which ends up confusing me.

"What?" I question shyly, making him giggle. Wait, did he actually just giggle?

"What's a movie?" he blurts, his smile fading into a confused pout, making me want to lean forward and kiss him.

"I'll have to show you one later" I laugh, making his eyes brighten and his smile return. All we've done so far is grin stupidly and furrow our eyebrows in confusions. Or in Peters case, move his eyebrows for just about every emotion there is.

"Well, my favourite colour is green" he chuckles nervously, making my smile widen even more (if possible).

"So is mine" I state, shifting over so I'm nearer to the back of the tent, meaning Peter is able to sit beside me. He smiles widely at me and swiftly sits himself upright so his legs are crossed. How he done it so fast, I may never know.

"That's so cool! Well then... on the count of three be both have to state our favourite food!" he states his amazing idea, his face showing how proud he is of his plan. I nod wildly, deciding to join in on his enthusiasm.

"Okay... 1... 2... 3!" he counts slowly. I can tell the suspense is killing him.

"Cake!" we both state loudly. It takes a minute for us to register it, but soon we're in a fit of giggles. I continue to laugh as I carefully place my chin on his shoulder. He tenses up at first, but ends up leaning his head against my own as we continue to laugh like crazy people. I snuggle my head further into the crook of his neck and continue to laugh like a mad-woman.