Peter Pan and The Lost Boy ➸ louisandharry

Chapter Five

"Took you long enough, big giant." The lad said once I've landed, clumsily may I add. "Very ungraceful as well for a man wearing a tux." He added. "I'm sorry to fall short of your expectations." I said. "Nah, if you were just like me then where's the fun in that? Come on." 

Before I could even retort, he had already started running towards the Ferris wheel. "I would go for the roller coaster but I haven't hot wired that before." He said. He opened the control box and picked at the motherboard a few times. "But life isn't fun without oblivion." He finished and the wheel sprang to life. He jumped over the barricade and onto one of the lifts. "It will start moving in a minute so I suggest you get your ass here now, big giant." 

I jumped over the barricade managing not to trip on my feet and went inside the lift. "Should be any second now." He said. "How do we stop it?" I asked. "It stops for a few minutes for every carriage after three spins." The boy answered. 

The wheel finally began to spin and I was able to enjoy the view of New York City. "Are you always here? At this time?" I asked. "Well, when I had the time for it. I haven't been coming back to this shit hole for a few years." He answered. "I haven't taken anyone else with me 'til now." He added. "Well, it doesn't seem healthy to enjoy all of these on your own." I said. "Your accent is ridiculously British. I can't take you seriously." He said and laughed. 

How could someone's laugh be so...musical? 

"Well, you don't look American yourself, lad." I mumbled. "Born Brit but raised American. Your argument is invalid." He said. "What's a British man doing in New York, anyway?" He asked. "I work here. Moved in about a year ago because of work." He looked at me with wonder. "That's rough. You're a long way from home." He said. "I wish it didn't have to be that way." 

 "Anyway, I didn't take you with me so you could mope around about your life. We're here to feel alive." The wheel is on its third spin and in a matter of minutes, we would have to jump out of the lift as fast as we can. Yes, I was counting.

As soon as the lift stopped on the platform, we jumped off and, almost immediately, the wheel spun. "That was life threatening." I said, my heart quickening even though we were out of the lift. "Yeah but can you feel that?" He beamed. "Feel what?" I asked, confused. "Your heart beat." It was alarmingly fast. "That, my friend, is how you're supposed to feel your whole life." I shook my head, "But you could die with the things you do." He grinned and looked at me. Those piercing blue eyes are staring into my soul and I couldn't look at him back. 

"I told you. Life isn't fun without oblivion. If you keep doing what you know, how do you experience everything else?" 

I don't see what's fun in dying. However, I smile so he would see that I appreciated his words of wisdom, I am here to have fun after all. He smiled and took my hand yet again, pulling me towards another ride.  

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here to say that this is going to be a short story so there's going to be at least ten to fifteen chapters, twenty at most (but i'm thinking that may be too many), and then an epilogue. 

it's just that i think that stories shouldn't be prolonged when the story has ended so i guess there's that.

so to whoever's reading this, i hope you're enjoying it so far. love u, fam.

P.S. to anyone's who read this story beforehand, I've changed Harry's job. Wes is now an editor of a savings magazine. so y'all know what that makes Harry.