Living Louder (OUAT)

Chapter Three: Bare

Chapter Three: Bare

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"Thanks, Felix," Emma said, as Felix handed her some clothes he had found (Emma didn't believe he "found" them; she knew one of them sewed it).

"Welcome, miss," Felix told her, as he walked away, to let her get dressed. He was a gentleman; and he wasn't really keen on interfering in Pan's game.

"Please stay," She asked, almost pleading, "I don't really know anyone here, and you seem nice enough. I don't really enjoy being alone either," Felix stopped, and almost turned around, "Please?" She asked.

Felix slowly backtracked, looking around to make sure no one was spying on him. "Fine," he finally gave in, after a couple minutes of checking, "but only for a little while."

Emma smiled, as she watched Felix sit down. He seemed like a nice enough boy, not as rude or as brutish as the other Lost Boys. He seemed almost nice.

"So," Emma said, trying to fill the awkward void that seemed to follow Felix around everywhere, "Nice, uh, weather." Felix laughed at Emma's try, he found it almost cute; in a platonic way.

"Yeah, I guess so," Felix said, more awkward than Emma.

"Just ask it," Emma told him, "You know you want to." Felix was surprised she could read him so easily; even Pan couldn't read him that well.

"What was the bet you and Pan made? Because I know you wouldn't stay here unless you had too; and Pan seems a bit happier lately. That usually means some sort of deal was recently made." Felix asked, obviously interested in the answer.

"It's," Emma didn't want to tell him about the actual bet, "complicated. It keeps me on this island until Pan gets what he wants. Which I know he won't. I know how to play games-and take me seriously when I say this-and I always win. And you know what else? I always get what I want." Emma got up, grabbed her clothes and went behind a bunch of bushes, to change.

Felix laughed. "Really? You've never lost?"

"Never. When I was about eight, during Recess, me and my friends were playing hide and seek, and I hid so well, everyone spent the rest of the day looking for me. It wasn't until two minutes to the end of school I came out."

"Really?"

"Oh yeah, I always was a rebel."

"Mhmm? And, let me guess, you're good at everything, too?"

"Well, not everything."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I'm no good at soccer. Or any sport of any kind really."

"I don't believe that."

"Why?"

"Did you see yourself last night? You kicked all the boys asses. You're definately good at kicking asses. If that's a sport."

"MMA? Nah, not really."

"MMA?"

"Mixed martial arts."

"Oh." Emma could tell he still didn't know what she said.

xx.

Peter was watching as Emma and Felix sit together, laughing, and joking around, and having fun.