Neverland's Darkest Shadow

Chapter 10- Confessions

Crystal's POV:

"Get a room...?" I whispered to Felix who was still playfully hanging on to me. He looked at me and shrugged.

"Look Crystal," he explained, "I love you like a sister...but I think Pan has different feelings for you." I looked over at Peter as he glanced over his shoulder at me. I let go of Felix's arm and walked over to Peter.

"What do you want now?" He mumbled, not wanting to meet my gaze. I sighed, grabbed his warm hand, and led him behind the camp. He hung onto me tighter than I expected. When we were out of ear shot of everyone else, I turned around to face him.

"Peter," I breathed in deeply as his face softened a little, "I don't like Felix. He's pretty much a brother or a best friend to me." Peter sighed and shook his head, keeping his gaze on mine.

"It doesn't seem that way, Crystal."

"That's the way it is!"

"I'm not convinced..."

"Why do you care so much anyhow," I asked, "It's not like you have feelings for me; and it's not like you care about me." Peter stopped talking and looked to the ground.

My eyes widened a little as I realized what was happening. He finally looked up after what seemed like an eternity.

"You're wrong...I do care about you. More than anyone on this forsaken island." His face was filled with hope in that I would say something back, or at least not get upset. I smiled.

"Peter, I care about you too...a lot." Peter's face grew into a gigantic grin as his eyes sparkled.

"Really," he asked, "You mean it?!" He was getting more excited by the moment. I nodded and threw my arms around his neck as he wrapped his around my waist.

"You don't know how happy I am to hear that!" Peter exclaimed, a smile apparent on his adorable face.

"Same here!"

I pulled back and stared into his beautiful eyes. A gentle wind began to blow as the clouds parted; and the moon shined overhead illuminating the two of us.

Peter reached up and gently brushed away the hair that was blowing in my face. He leaned forward and rested his forehead against mine, breathing me in as it seemed.

"My one question is, Crystal," he asked, "Why do you like me? I mean, I'm the bad guy to everyone!" I smiled and shook my head.

"You're different, Peter. You care about the lost boys and you care about others on the island. You put up a front that shows you're tough; but deep down inside you're soft as well." Peter smiled and nodded lightly.

"Mhm," he chuckled, "That's true. It's a side I hardly show."

"It's a side you don't show often enough." Peter pulled me in close and rested his chin on my head. He placed a soft kiss in my hair, making me smile from ear to ear.

"We should get back to camp." He spoke, pulling back and grabbing my hand. I looked at him with love.

"Do we have to hide this...?"

"This?"

"Us?" I answered. Peter thought for a moment and shook his head.

"No," he smirked, placing a kiss on my nose, "We don't. The only one who can't know is Hook!" His eyes turned from love to hate in an instant.

"Why?!" I asked, nervous.

"If he knew we were together, Crystal, he would try to kill you or I. He enjoys making people suffer." I shuddered and flung myself onto Peter, wrapping my arms around his waist as he wrapped his around me.

"I don't want to lose you," I whispered, scared, "I couldn't bear it!"

He smoothed out my hair and squeezed me, "Me either, love..."

Peter took my hand and led me back to the camp; before we walked into plain sight, Peter stopped and looked at me.

"I would never let him hurt you, Crystal. Never! You need to believe in me!" I nodded and smiled. I know Peter, I know. I thought to myself. Behind me, I heard a rustle in the bushes.

"What was that?" I grabbed Peter's arm. He took out his knife kept an arm around my waist as he pulled me close to him protectively.

We looked around but nothing moved, and no sound was made. A little light twinkled suddenly in front of us, zooming out from the bush.

Tink!

She zoomed by, smiled, and waved. We waved back, surprised. I looked at Peter questionably.

"Why would she be sitting in the bushes spying on us?" I asked. He shrugged, put his knife back in his pocket and kissed my cheek.

"I don't know... perhaps she's jealous!" He winked and brought me back into the camp.

Although the rest of the night was wonderful, full of dancing and singing, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were still being watched; and that someone had sent Tink to spy on us.

Who would do that; and more...

Why?