A Knock On the Window (ON HOLD)

Peter

I head upstairs to my room. My parents are fighting again. I'm just trying to get away from it all.

I sigh and fall backward onto my bed. I plug some ear buds into my phone and try to tune out the yelling. A crash makes me sit up, and rip my eyes open. There goes another plate... I think to myself. I give up on the music and just try to ignore the sounds but after a while I admit I can't. I check the clock, 1:14am. They'll probably be at it for another good two hours.

I scream into a pillow and decide to get ahead on my homework. Despite my parent's lack of parenting I do pretty well in school. But I'm very quiet and don't have any good friends.

After deciding that I didn't care what exactly x equaled at the moment, I walked over to my window, bored. When I pulled open the curtains I jumped back, shocked. There were eyes looking back at me, big, bright brown eyes. The eyes were attached to a face (covered in freckles may I add), which was attached to a head with messy red hair on top. His elbows rested on the sill, his head in his hands.

"What the...?!?" I screamed, but my parents were too absorbed in their own argument to hear me.

"Hey," he said, in a very cocky voice. "Ya gonna let me in? It's kinda windy out here."

"What! No! Who are you?"

"Name's Peter." he gave me a lopsided grin. He cocked his head towards my door and frowned slightly, "What's that noise?" he asked.

On instinct my head turned toward the sound. "My parents." I answered coldly.

His eyes go back to me. "So are ya gonna let me in or not?" Peter asked.

Arrogant clot, I think, why should I let him in? But something compelled me to walk back over to the window, unlock and crack it. Peter gave me mischievous smile and after opening the window the rest of the way, climbed in.

"So," he said, giving me that same lopsided grin, "What's your name?"

I look up at him, why did I let this guy into my room? I ask myself. And the answer is I don't know. Against all my better judgment I had opened that window. And I hadn't got a clue why, it had just happened so fast. I saw a boy at my window and I had just... let him in. What the hell is wrong with me?

"What's your name?" he asked again, and I realize I'd been staring.

I look down, embarrassed. "Melody." I answer, still looking at my toes.

"Melody..." Peter says my name like he's tasting it. "Why do you stay here, Mels?" he asks, jerking his head at the door.

I stare up at him; he's about half a foot taller than me. "What? Who are you to ask that? In fact why did I let you in here in the first place? You're just some stupid ignorant prat who finds the need to agitate me for his own enjoyment! Go away! Leave me alone!"

He looks at me with almost pity. "You don't want me to leave."

"Oh, yeah? And what would give you that idea?" I ask.

"Well, for the first part, you did open the window."

"Yes, I did, and that was a very big mistake. So please, leave." I point towards the window.

"I thought I just told you," he gave me that stupid smile again, "I'm not leaving."

I just stare at him, exasperated. I don't know what to do; I've never been in this position before.

After a short staring contest he starts to pull at his sleeves, confused and a bit worried as to why I wasn't overjoyed to be getting his attention. He's wearing slightly ripped-at-the-knee blue jeans, a long sleeved green shirt, and a pair of black hi-top converse. His shaggy red hair swept around his head like he'd just been a strong breeze. His cocky grin had turned into a nervous smile.

"How did you get up here anyway?" I asked, "We're on the fifth floor."

"Oh!" he said as if he had just remembered something important. He looked from my face to his toes as he steadily rose a few inches above the ground. While in the air that dumb smile returned to his face and he suddenly pulled his feet up to cross his legs and sit in the air with his hands in his lap.

I stared at him blinking. "Wait... you said you name was Peter...?

"As in Pan." he confirmed.

"Uh-hu." I nodded, unsure as to what to do. "So you're Peter Pan... Okay. Why not?" For some reason I accepted this fact very easily. "And you have a fairy and the lost boys who you live with in Neverland and you all fight Captain Hook, and there's Wendy and a ticking crocodile and nobody ever ages and all that?"

"Uh... Yeah. Pretty much." He nodded, glad at how well I was talking this. "Except no more Wendy, she left, and went and got someone to go write a book for her. And, as you can see, I've updated my wardrobe a bit." He gave me a sweet little smile that showed all of his teeth.

"So where do I fall into in all this?" I'm simply staring at him, my voice very calm.

"Well, I was hoping you would come to Neverland with me." He looked very hopeful.

I was confused. "Me? Why me? You've only just met me..."

"Well I've been looking for people for a while but I needed someone who wouldn't have anyone they regretted leaving behind. I had seen a few other people but I liked you best."

"Okay... well... that's good." And for the first time, his smile faltered, he thought I was going to say no, thanks but no thanks and then shoo him out the way he came, telling him to never come back.

I saw this falter and tried instantly to get his little grin back, "I thought you had a fairy named Tinkerbell?"

And sure enough the smile returned as he pulled out a little bag that was attached to his belt loop. "Yeah, I've got to hide her though. People are much more observant these days and she's more than likely to get caught." He held the bag out in front of him and opened it. And sure enough a small, blond, green clad figure, popped out.

Okay, so that was chapter one. Depending on how many people read this, and if I have internet connection, I'll try to update once every week, maybe more. I would love, love, love feedback!!!!!! Comments are wonderful!!! I love your quirky little thoughts or creative criticism. If I make a grammar or spelling error please tell me and I will fix it! This is my first posted fan fiction of any kind (even if it is peter pan!) and if it is liked I'll try to follow with more. I will edit this so much, that's just the kind if person I am, usually it's just to reword or add a comma or something, if you see it edited don't go looking for what was changed, I'll send a message if it affects to the story line in any way.

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