Peter Pan Imagines (OUAT)

Forgotten Love Pt.2

So if you forgot, here's what happened in the last part:

~~~ Oh but he did care. In fact, he cared a little too much. Every thing Henry had just said stuck a nerve with the teen, it bugged him to know end that something in his mind wasn't in it's place. A small part of him felt empty, and that annoyed him even more.

So, without so much as a glance towards the twelve year old, Peter got up and walked away.

And he kept walking. There was no meaning behind it, so Peter just kind of wandered around Storybrooke, unwanted thoughts about a certain (E/C) eyed female filling his head.~~~~~~

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Third person POV: (Y/N)

There was a reason (Y/N) tried not to associate herself with the people of Storybrooke.

They all belonged in a bloody mental asylum.

It seemed like the whole town was convinced they were characters out of a fairytale. Even her own sister and grandmother insisted that the stories were true.

(Y/N) had to deal with people talking about some place called the Enchanted Forest almost all the time; there were even town meetings held for it. It's not like she attended them, even though many people have tried to get her to go, (Y/N) simply did her own thing and avoided the town hall.

Of course, she always had her doubts. She assumed that she just couldn't be the only one in the whole town that didn't believe they were all forgotten fairytale characters. Though sometimes she felt that way and she almost wished she too could believe the ridiculous fantasy...

And then there are times where seven adults are trying to set her up with a boy from her class because they were supposed Soul Mates in Neverland.

It's those times where she doesn't feel bad for not believing in fairytales.

Apparently, these people were convinced that the Peter from her grade was actually Peter Pan and she was Little Red Ridding Hood's sister. Yet, the last time (Y/N) checked, Little Red Ridding Hood didn't have a sister and Peter Pan lived in Neverland.

After all, fairytales weren't real.

Well, at least that is what (Y/N) has been trying to convince herself. Because there was this little voice in the back of her mind telling her otherwise.
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"Oh come on, just this once!"

"No."

"Please? I will never ask you to do anything for me ever again."

"No- and don't make promises you can't keep."

"(Y/N)!" Henry burst out in aggravation.

(Y/N) huffed out a sigh and dropped her fork onto her plate. She turned her body slightly to face the annoying twelve year old with a scowl on her face. "No means no, Henry. Learn to respect that." He had been trying for thirty minutes to get her to go and talk to the boy named Peter that was sitting across the room.

"I can't respect that until you hear what I have to say!"

Taking in a deep breath, the (H/C) haired girl took a quick glance at ceiling before snapping her attention back to the boy. "I'll hear it when you actually give me something reasonable to listen to."

Something about the girl reminded Henry of Emma when she first came to Story Brooke. It was painfully clear all (Y/N) ran on is logic, he felt like nothing he said could change her mind; but he had to try. "Can't you take a leap of faith? Since when did everything have to have a reason? Why can't you just forget about reality for just one second to consider my explanation?"