-May 30th, 2013-
Alexandria's POV:
I strutted though the bright and crammed Streets of london with obvious confidence, I mean why shouldn't I? Yes I know I am a foreigner, but today is after all my 16th birthday!
Arriving at our destination my boyfriend and I entered Saint James Palace, a popular tourist attraction, which was decadently decorated. Pushing me to the front of the crowd, my boyfriend flirtatiously grabbed my hips from behind. I laughed and leaned up against him, I owed him big this time. Fore he had been the one to bring me. Even though I was only 16 as of today, he on the other hand was turning 19 in August. So there's a small gap between our ages, but it was fun. Greg, short for Gregory, which was some how short for George Heervy, was perfect to me, perfect for me.
I turned my head to hear the histories of each object and painting, as I did Greg whispered in my ear "You do know,Princess," he started, "that you owe me big time." He trailed off, starting to kiss the back if my neck. "And I really can't stand the constant changing of the weather, we should go back to the hotel now. It's like 7:30, maybe Jack the Ripper is out!" He fantasized and continued to make up excuses as to why we needed to go back to the room. I continued to relent, fore I knew his real intentions as to why he wanted to go back to the room, and when he said weather constantly changing he meant our moods. I was getting tired and not just of his constant attempts.
"Fine, let's go."
Peter's POV:
I slithered through the dark and dingy alleys of London with masked confidence, it may be my 256th time visiting this exact spot, on this exact day, but every year it gets a bit more nerve racking than the last.
I should of course, not have to act so secretive, but I have to keep my visits to here short, and sweet, and solitaire.
I was here, at Saint James Palace for a special occasion. Upon entering
I caught sight of a girl in the very front row, with long strawberry blonde hair and very pale skin, looking quite ansy.
As I came up behind her I heard the man behind this small girl whispering to her, calling her princess, and even telling her happy birthday, this can't just be a coincidence, this is also the day of my princess' birthday...
After a few minutes I walked down the small stairs infrount of the building and sat at the bottom to collect my final thoughts before I had to return home.
As I quietly thought to myself I heard the arguing of a confident man, and a drowsy girl, I looked back to notice it was the couple from earlier.
"But George, Let's think about this logically!" She said trying not to stumble over her own feet, just nearly succeeding.
"Oh c'mon Babe." He sounded cool, and calm while she sounded defeated and frantic.
They stopped at the top of the steps and bickered for a bit, his voice smooth, as if he already knows that he's on the winning team, her words are slurred and quickly falter.
"Fine, Greg." She sighs. "You win..."
Anger fills up inside me, no one can boss around my princess like that! Getting up to tell him off, I am caught off-guard. All of the sudden she falls and trips down the stairs my hands grabbing her just before the back of her head smashes into the concrete sidewalk.
I just hope that I got to her in time...
Alexandria's POV:
Just before tripping over my own feet I catch myself, yet again.
"I'm sorry Greg, but I'm just so tired for some reason."
"Must've ate something bad?" He pondered kissing my forehead. "Ehh, I wasn't up for it tonight anyway." He winked, sending relief spiraling through my body.
"Great, now-" I'm cut off by my own feet tripping down the stairs, just as I was about to certainly die, a boy, a bit taller than me ( so about 5'7), with straight brown hair, sort of pale complexion, and brown eyes- almost deeper than Greg's, reaches out to break my fall.
Suddenly I am surrounded by darkness.
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Alexandria's POV:
Years later,it feels like, I hear Peter's heart pounding like it did the first time he caught me when I fell.
"Alexandria? Are you alright?" I sigh relief, coming out of the darkness of his embrace I feel a slight sense of da-ja-vous.
"Babe, how does this man know you?." A tall man approaching grabs my frail arm and yanks me away from Peter and into his foreign, but familiar, embrace.
I study his face for a moment. Then it clicks.
"George?!" I gasp.
"Uh, yeah, maybe a little trip to the doctors couldn't hurt!" He laughs. "Uh, thanks man..." He trails off and shakes Peter's hand as he gets up.
"Well, my job's done. Have a safe vacation, you two." He lingers a second more, then adds, "Be safe Caroline-Elizabeth."
He starts to walk away, but I grab his brown coat at the last second, still in Greg's arms. "Wait."
"Yes?" His eyes that once looked so empty were now brimming with hope and energy.
"Where will you go now?" He should not go back to Neverland without any back up assistance...without me...
He gives me a feral grin.
"Why, to Neverland of course." And with that he starts to walk away, leaving me standing there in shock still in Greg's embrace....
How is it that all of that that just happened to Peter and I have only taken mere milliseconds, right between my fall and his reassuring embrace...
Whatever the case I was going to find him again, someday, somehow...
-Don't Forget To Pray!!🙏
