"We can't both have her lady." -Jeremy Sumpter, Peter Pan (2003)
-First Person/Peter-
"It was a little after you left. I was cleaning my side when I suddenly remembered seeing a man one night through his window. He was crying and sad like me...then he took a drank of some rum I saw..."
"My god, Peter--"
"I know, I know--"
"You said you wouldn't drink it!" Misty suddenly yelled.
"Oh please, don't act surprised Misty...you know where the mermaid was going..." I corrected Misty.
"Well kinda...but I was hoping--"
"Stop that..." I protested a little offended.
"What I can't hope?" Misty asked.
"A little late for that dontcha think..." I mumbled under my breath.
"What? What did you say?" Misty demanded.
"No stop--"
"Stop what?!" Misty angrily asked.
"Stop trying to make me feel guilty Misty--" Truth was, I was making myself feel guilty, and I should.
"I'm not--"
"Yes...yes you are." I said squeezing the bridge of my nose in frustration with myself.
"Well its your own fault Peter--you are making yourself feel guilty. And you should! Honestly. I told you and I told you." Misty was shaking her head with her eyes closed. I looked at her annoyed.
"Told me what? You didn't tell me anything about rum." I protested terribly aggravated.
"Not uh not uh Peter...I told you I didn't want you to drink it."
"And who says you are aloud to tell me what to do and what not to do?" I asked.
"Well somebody has got to--do you want to get sick Peter!? Because rum will do that now..."
"I did get sick, but now I'm better." I corrected. Misty gasped.
"When!?"
"Calm down, I only puked."
"Oh. Well serves you right!"
"I know, and I'm sorry Misty--"
"Nobody likes a drunk, Peter." Misty suddenly interrupted.
"Uh--hey..." I said in offense. "It was one time."
"True, true, but did you like it?"
"Like what?"
"Getting drunk."
"Well, I can't really remember much--the rum wasn't bad--but I still didn't like puking, and honestly it's a little scary...not remembering. The mermaid told me that I broke the rum bottle there. Who knows what I'd do with the pieces, you know?" Misty nodded stiffly.
"So you never going to drink again?" She asked. I don't if were ever going to again. Rum tasted better then water. I didn't say anything. Misty grew anxious "So you arn't going to, right?!" She asked scared. My mouth opened but I couldn't think of what to say.
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Thirteen Forever ~Peter Pan Love Story~ <DISCONTINUED>
Romance-Has language and a little bit of SC- It's been years since Wendy left. Maybe a few decades have gone by. Since four years ago, a tsunami has struck Neverland killing everything and everyone. Peter has aged. He doesn't know why everything could've d...
