His Lost Girl

Two

  Okay, maybe that isn't the best idea there is. As everyone started standing beside eachother, I kept my head lowered, thinking whether or not I would remove my hood now or later.

  One by one, each of the boys removed their hood facing the taller boy in front of us with a proud grin. Eventually his eyes landed on my hooded figure, eyebrows scrunching confusedly.

   "Well come on boy, we haven't gotten all day. Off with the hood." He said in a stern yet playful tone.

  I shook my left and right slightly and said in the boyish tone I used, "I don't think that's a good idea. I'd rather not, if you don't mind."

  He let out a chuckle and stepped closer towards me a bit, "Oh but I do mind. Don't worry, no one here will judge. On Neverland every boy is accepted. So you don't have to hide your face."

  There it is. Boy. Only boys are accepted on Neverland. I really wonder why.

  "But that's the thing, you might be surprised to see my face." I answered in a snarky tone.

I watched him furrow his eyebrows, and move even closer towards me making his height and mine more prominent as he towered over me.

  "Stop fibbing, lad. Off with the hood. Now." He said in a low stern voice, the gentleness and playfulness gone.

  Sighing, I placed my hand on the top of my hood and held the soft fabric, "If you say so." I muttered before pulling the hood off my head.

  The reveal of my yellow long locks tumbling down my shoulders to my back made a few of the boys gasp while they all turned their heads to face me in surprise. I stood firmly and rather proudly on my ground, looking up at this taller boy with a mocking grin up seeing the surprised wide eyed look he has on his face.

  So, I had always never noticed how guys looked, considering I had been living with a bunch of guys my whole life. It never really mattered to me which guy was handsome, which guy was not or which was okay, even if a few of the merry men teased me for not having a lover despite being beautiful, as they called me. However I was remotely stunned when I saw the piper's appearance.

  A wayward dirty brown flock of bed hair, luscious plump lips. You could've sworn the cool wind of the island at night suddenly grew hotter as if the moon had been replaced by the sun and had moved closer in the atmosphere. I tingled, everywhere. And for the first time in my life, I had found myself judging this guy's appearance. He was beautiful, in all ways possible.

   God damn.. My mind gasped my eyes fully set on him. His brown hair whipped through the wind like a leaf on its branch, his eyes were such a piercing green they could be seen even from the dark. So green and so luminous. His eyes so bright and green it was hard not to stare.

  I hated to admit, hated to even think it, but this boy somehow felt like what I had exactly been wanting. The one thing that has been missing, the thing that made me feel incomplete. This boy was the image of exactly what I had been wanting.

  I just had to stop and stare at him while keeping my ground. Personally I wasn't one to go around eyeing every boy who the merry men told me was handsome or was attractive, yet this boy made me do just that. But somehow I found him undeniably attractive, breathtaking even, and you couldn't really blame me, this is the first time I had found a male attractive in my eighteen years of life.

  Our eyes remained locked on eachother's, his face blank and expressionless. I couldn't look away even if I tried, I felt motionless, immobile. Then slowly, his expressionless face and surprised eyes turned into amusement and his lips turned into a smirk as he took me in. His eyes raked my body from the strands of my yellow hair to the rest of my body.