Trapped In-Between // Peter Pan (Robbie Kay) (OUAT)

Chapter Four.

Being Skye Addison, I tend to not worry as much as most people do. I usually just go with the flow and whatever happens, happens.  This was a habit formed by the drama between my parents, who would yell at each other for hours at a time and bicker about the silliest things. When it first began, I was about 15 years old. I would try so hard to fix the problems my mother and father had with each other, and would stay up at the latest hours to break up their fights. It wouldn't ever come to an end though, like I hoped. 6 months into their non-stop fights, I eventually gave up trying to piece back their marriage that I knew wouldn't work out anyway. 

So I guess that's why I'm not as scared or nervous as I should be, with these last few hours happening. Apparently I'm numb to serious situations, because I wasn't anxious  in the slightest about what was soon to come. The only thing I was focused on was following the boy in front of me, trying to ignore my aching stomach that kept making unnatural noises. 

The 'Pan' boy didn't say much as we walked to his so-called 'camp', though. I was expecting him to be a chatterbox and annoy the living wits out of me, but he didn't. I didn't question him either, even though he was following the weirdest trails. I think there was a point where we  even had to cross over a crashing river using the rocks poking out of the water. Of course, the 'Pan' boy hopped from stone to stone with ease, whereas I was struggling to even get the courage to jump onto the closest stone. It took me about 10 minutes to leap from the rock I was on, onto the shoreline of the forest. 

To say the boy was irritated, would be an understatement. It was almost as if my existence annoyed him, or at least I thought so. I couldn't really read him. His natural expression seemed to be set on a slight scowl or just a blank facial that showed no emotion. It was almost unnerving, especially considering the  scenery around us. Just his presence as a being gave off almost a dark edge... You'd think he'd have more liveliness, but yet again I did just meet the boy. I can't really say much about him when I barely know him. 

"The lost boys won't be very welcoming, by the way-" The boy spoke up, moving a branch out of the way and snapping me out of my deep thoughts. "-They haven't seen a girl in quite sometime, so don't be shocked if they act abnormal." 

"The lost boys?" I questioned mockingly as I raised my eyebrows in disbelief, ignoring the rest of what he said.  

"Yes, The. Lost. Boys." He snapped, emphasizing each word.  

I scoffed and shook my head, rolling my eyes. The only reason I was dealing with this ridiculousness and trusting this psycho was for food, somewhere to go, and answers. The nonsense he blabbered about so often would bring waves of familiarity to me from my childhood, though I couldn't quite place my finger on it. 

"So if they're the 'Lost boys'-" I mocked, doing air quotations with my hands. "-Then who are you?" I asked, folding my arms and coming to a stop as I leaned against the side of a tree nearby.

"Pan." He stated shortly in a monotone, turning around to  see for himself what was taking so long. 

"Just Pan? No last name?" I asked skeptically. The boy flexed his jaw in growing anger and looks at me with his piercing emerald eyes. 

"That is my last name." He muttered, turning back to his original path and continued walking. 

I instinctively began to follow, brushing the fallen bark off of the back of my shirt and shorts.

"So if that's your last name, what's your first one?" I pressed on with my questioning, ducking under a large leaf and ignoring the queasy noise my stomach made again. I cringed.

"That's for me to know, and you to find out." He says over his shoulder in that unique accent of his, a mischievous smirk coming to place across his expression.