Peter Pan and his Lost Boy // Jian AU

10.

•°Kian's POV°•

"Air hockey tournament, now!" Trevor yells excitedly as soon as we enter the small, musty, and dimly lit space. Machines are on every side of us, only about half that didn't have an "out of order" sign taped to the front of it. This place seems pretty shady, but then again what place doesn't in this town.

"Only if you're prepared to get your ass kicked!" Sam chuckles, following the ecstatic boy over to the noisy table. That left Connor and I at the entrance, our hands shoved deep into our skinny jeans, and awkwardly looking around for something to do.

"You know what, I think a little healthy competition would do us some justice," I suggest, smirking as I walk over to the mini basketball hoop.

"Whoa, that's unfair! I don't have a single athletic bone in my body!" Connor protests, grabbing my forearm and tugging me in the direction of the old arcade games.

"And I do? Honestly, look at this!" Lifting the sleeves of my baseball shirt I flex my muscles, showing off the little muscle I still have left from weightlifting in high school. Connor looks doubtful, like he doesn't trust me. That may in fact be because he shouldn't. I played basketball my sophomore and junior year of high school, they wouldn't let me back in my senior year after I had come out to one of the players.

"I don't even have a chance," he sighs, reluctantly shuffling back to the gaming contraption. I do a small victory dance when his back is turned, moving my shoulders and hands to an invisible beat.

"Ladies first," I smile, handing him two quarters.

"You're the fully gay one, so in that case: be my guest," he smirks, shoving two of his coins into the slot for me. "Winner picks next game."

I flip him the bird at his comment and flinch as a whistles blows loudly. I make the first shot easily, along with the second...third...and so on. After about the thirtieth shot in a row a buzzer sounds, signaling the end of my session. Spinning around on my heel, I turn to find an extremely shocked Connor before me.

"You're a liar," he breathes, seeming in a daze. His eyes finally connect with mine and he glares at me. "How does someone who isn't good at basketball make thirty shots?? Without missing a single one?" He asks loudly, planting his hands on his hips.

"You know, you're a really sore loser," I smirk, running my hand through my hair.

"That isn't even fair! Sam, Trevor come here!"

As the pair reach us, I put on the most innocent face I can muster. There's nothing wrong with a little friendly competition, even if you are an amazing shot. Would it be too much to pat myself on the back and then do a little victory dance?

"He just cheated and lied!" Connor whines, pouting for extra affect.

"I would do no such thing!" I protest (A/n NO JIMMY PROTESTED...okay...I'll stop...) Before I know it I burst into laughter, doubling over and trying my hardest to catch my breath. Watching Connor play victim is honestly so comical.

"You're cute when you pout, dork," Sam comments lowly, but loud enough that I heard. Connor's hurt expression disappears instantly, being replaces with rosy cheeks, raised brows, and wide eyes. His stance tenses and he quickly glances over at Trevor who is currently is his own world counting the tickets I won. "How about we go look at the prices, so you have something to work for. Then, we'll challenge those two losers to some skii ball, winner takes all," Sam suggests to a still shocked Connor who slowly nods. The pair walk away and I can't help but notice the way Sam was looking a Connor while he was teasing him. His whole face just kind of got brighter...and his posture loosened up. He looked so happy...his smile reached his eyes for once and his eyes held so many emotions...