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lost boy » ruth b.

Lost Boy » Ruth B.

❝ Peter Pan, Tinkerbell, Wendy Darling. Even Captain Hook, you are my perfect story book. ❞

As she roused from the unconscious state, she was first aware of the cool breeze tickling her skin and the poking on her back. The ground felt rocky beneath her.

As all her senses came back to life, something else pulled her attention. Or someone else.

"She looks just like Wendy!" said a chipper voice, from her right side.

"Except for the fact they are both girls, she looks nothing like Wendy," said another voice from her left side, less chipper and more irked than the last, and without a doubt a girl's voice.

There was stifled laughter from her right, like the sound of wind chimes in her backyard, lilting and sweet. "Are you still sore about --?"

"Shh! Peter, I think she's waking up," cried the feminine voice in a whisper. A silence charged by anticipation spread around them, waiting for a sound to be born.

She slowly opened her eyes, blinked against the unexpected sunlight and immediately froze at the sight of two heads looming over her. Involuntarily, she scrambled away from the strangers.

Their lips were moving fast, like they were bickering with each other. Each word tumbled out almost before the last was ended.

Slowly, the voices became clear and loud, as her heart thumped to normal rhythmic beats within her chest.

"I told you! You scared her, Tink!" The boy Peter, hissed through gritted teeth, trying to keep his voice down.

"I didn't do anything! I just said hey!" The girl exclaimed, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting her lips. "How is that scary?!" Tink rolled her eyes in a complete circle and continued mumbling something, that she couldn't make out.

They were acting so animated that she would have burst into fits of laughter if she wasn't so confused.

Wait, Peter and Tink?

Her baby-blue doe eyes sifted over the two figures as they squabbled.

Peter was scrawny, with a careless mess of brown hairs that fell over his forehead and big ears. He had brown eyes, and they always seemed to have a mischievous glint in them. He wore a deep-green tunic made out of leaves, matched with a pair of brown trousers that was torn off at the knees and was barefooted.

She shifted her squinted eyes over to the girl, and her head tilted to a side.

Tink had blonde hair tied in a bun on top of her head and blue eyes, the color of sunny afternoon sky. A spring-green dress moulded of leaves hugged around her small frame.

At sudden realisation that she was staring, and that they had stopped bickering and were watching her now, she slowly hoisted herself off the ground using her tiny palms. Small rocks pricked her skin. She was lying on gravels close to a river edge.

Wiped the dust of her hands and dress, she then aimed her finger at the boy saying, "You're Peter Pan?"

Peter stamped his foot down and struck a pose with his hands on his hips. Chin up, chest puffed out and lips stretched into a smile so bright and cheeky. "Yes, I'm Peter Pan!" He declared.

"And, you're Tinkerbell?" She clapped her hands together and grinned from ear to ear as Tink waved and nodded at her in response. "I thought you were small," she said, her thumb and index finger held apart in the shape of crescent moon.