Neverland (Completed)

Chapter 26

Allison's POV

Some time went by, Peter had rained down on me with river water.
"Okay okay! Truce!" I yell with a laugh, as I try to shield myself from the water. It stops coming down on me and I watch as Peter gets out slowly.
"Okay, we wasted alot of time playing. We need to get going if we want to get home by tomorrow." He says ringing his shirt out and throws it on his shoulder. I stop and stare at him in disbelief.
"But we don't know how far we are from camp." I tell him as I get out of the cold water as well, I try to ring out my shirt while I wear it.
"Then we better get going." He gives me a smug look. He walks passed me towards the trail, "I guess we should've taken our clothes off before we took a dip."
I blush a deep red, "I'd rather keep my clothes on thank you very much."
"I see that blush of yours." Peter teases me, I feel the redness in my face darkened.
"Shut up." I turn away from him.
"You know what I meant, it's better to have dry clothes to put on when you get out of the water." He explains. I don't look at him, I'm pretending to be mad at him.
"Which way do we go?" I ask him, he points up the river.
"We're going up stream, it'll lead us to the waterfall." He walks on the trail, I follow him close behind.

I was exhausted by the time we got to stop for the night. We walked for miles without talking to each other.
We stopped by a large tree that hid our temporary camp site, we started a fire and ate some dinner. It was freezing, and my achiness had gotten worse.
We didn't have much to eat, so we just ate some berries and roots.
"You're shivering, are you cold? Are your clothes still wet from the river?" Peter rubbed my clothes with his hand, they were still damp and it made me feel even colder.
"Take off your clothes, you can wear my shirt till your clothes dry." I hold my knees to my chest and glare at him. "Allison stop being silly, you'll get sick if you don't. No one is here but you and me. If it makes you feel better I'll turn around until you're done changing. Deal?"
"What about you? Aren't you going to be cold?" I look up at him, concern in my eyes.
"I'll be fine, this fire will keep me warm." He takes his shirt off.
I sigh, and hesitantly nod. Peter hands me his shirt and turns his back to me.
I quickly change out of my clothes, I wear his shirt like a dress. It was warm from his body heat.
"I'm done." I say shyly. He turns around and smirks.
"It looks good on you." He teases, crawling over to me. He grins, I scoot away from him slightly, "You should wear my clothes more often."
My face burns, I push his face away, turning my head in the opposite direction. "Don't tease me like that idiot."
He sits back next to me and smiles playfully, "I'm just trying to make this trip home fun."
I admit, I like this Peter way more. Was this what he was like before Wendy? If so I wish he was like this at camp, and not so serious all the time.
"What's with that look?" He raises his eyebrow, I look away.
"What look?" I ask. He pokes my cheek.
"The look you had just now, what were you thinking about?" He continues to poke my cheek, I swat him away.
"It was nothing." I say to him, I can't look him straight in the eye. He sits back, resting on his elbows.
"Why did you leave?" Peter asks me out of the blue. I stare at him in shock.
"What do you mean?" I wondered. He blankly stares at me.
"Why did you come here? Why didn't you stay where you were?" His eyes stare into mine, I can't seem to find words until I look away. I hug my knees to my chest.
"I wasn't happy there." I said looking into the orange flames of our campfire.
"And you're happy here?" He leans forward to look at my face.
"I enjoy my time here, I love our friends. I like feeling independent, but yet dependent on others. I get along so well here. Even if I make a mess of things. Plus I think, most everyone enjoys my company." I tell him with a smile, I remember when he straight up told me he didn't want me here. Maybe he changed his mind, spending more time with me could've made him realize that he likes me around.
"Tell me, what was it like? To be in a foster home?" He asked with curiosity.
"Where I was, it wasn't a happy place. I got picked on alot. But I could protect myself easily." I spoke quietly, he listened intently. I told him stories of my life after my father died. Peter kept quiet until I was done with a sigh.
"I had a brother named Thomas, my mother and father were divorced and separated us. My father was abusive and forced my brother to live with him. After two years, I couldn't take it. I got him out of there, and somehow we landed up here." He looked at the dirt near his feet.
"Your father, my mother." I bury my head in my knees. "Why do parents hate us?"
"Because they're cowards. They can't think of anything but themselves." Peter grumbles, I look up at the clear sky, watching as the stars danced through the night.
"My dad was a good dad, he cared about us alot, he and my mom wanted us to grow up with a good life and a happy family." I say in the silence.
"He sounds nice." Peter slightly smiles, a silence filled the air as we thought of nothing else to talk about.
"My mom was a good mom too." Peter adds as he stands up and adds more wood to the fire and sits down across from me, with the fire in between us.
"I don't know about you but I'm exhausted. I'm going to sleep. Wake me up if you need anything. We'll be safe as long as the fire keeps burning." He turns his back to me, I tell him goodnight and lean back on a tree trunk.
I was exhausted too, but I couldn't sleep. I was freezing cold still, my clothes weren't dry yet. I tried laying close to the fire, I close my eyes until I gave up a while later. Maybe it's not just because I'm cold.
I sigh, and stand up and walk over to Peter. Kneeling next to him, I shake him gently. He looks up at me as if he couldn't sleep either.
"Can't sleep?" He smirks at me, I look away blushing.
"I'm cold, and I can't sleep when I'm cold." I admit, I play with a strand of my hair. Peter grabs my hand and pulls me down to lay next to him.
"Lay next to me and we can share some body heat." He turns his back to me, I turn to face the fire, only our backs touched. I was warm now but I still couldn't sleep.
I lay still for a long while until I hear Peter lightly snore. I close my eyes and desperately try to fall asleep. It was no use, I couldn't sleep. I stare into the fire until the time for me to sleep came, whenever that was.
I wake up, I fell asleep? I look around sleepily, I was wrapped in arms and legs, using an arm as a pillow, another arm holding me along the waist, and legs draped over my own. I was super warm, I turn to face my human heater. Peter looked exhausted, he was pale and weak. My heart ached, hoping we get to camp soon. I nuzzle my head to his chest, his arms and legs wrap around me again. He nuzzled his stubbled chin with my forehead, he was still asleep, I can hear his calm breathing.
I wake up again, feeling as if I was being moved. I stir from sleep, slowly realizing I was being dragged away. I looked back at camp and see Peter asleep on the ground. I was being dragged by something or someone else.
My hands and legs were tied tightly together, Peter's shirt sliding up my legs slightly. My kidnapper was a dark figure, it was still nighttime, I couldn't see their face.
Fear rushed through my veins, I was being taken away by a complete stranger.