Neverland (Completed)

Chapter 33

Ali's POV

It's been a few days since Peter kissed me, which still shocks me. He's been avoiding me since, it hurts, he kisses me and doesn't talk to me for a long time. Maybe it was my fault, I made him feel like he had to.
Right after the incident, Andrew told me I healed really quickly, too quickly even. I can't help but feel like it's Peter's doing. Andrew said I could sleep in my own tent now, it feels so much better to be sleeping in my own bed again.
I'm sitting by the unlit fireplace, when I notice Matt walking into camp with Nate from the trees. They look back at me and wave, I give them a smile. They walk into Peter's tent.
I stand up and go into the infirmary to hang out with Andrew. He's folding blankets and putting them on the cots neatly.
"Hey Ali, what's up?" He greets me with his usual friendly smile. I sit on a wooden stool and sigh.
"Peter kissed me a few days ago." I tell him bluntly, he nearly trips on his own feet. He stares at me in shock, I look away and blush.
"What?" He asks me in disbelief. I shrug, looking to the ground.
"I was talking about how Aaron is my only family and if I lost him I'd be alone. So he hugged me until I stopped crying, and then he kissed me. I noticed his hand was glowing purple afterwards, then he ran out of the room fast." I told him, I could feel my cheeks heat up more.
"That's strange, maybe that's why you healed so quickly. I know Peter has these special abilities, but I haven't heard of healing abilities." He scratches his chin and stares at the wall behind me.
"He hasn't talked to me since." I look up at him, "Do you think he regrets it?"
"I don't think so, he's probably thinking things over. You two have had each other while you were gone, you must've gotten somewhat close." He smirked at me. I roll my eyes and smile at him.
"I don't know if we did or not. He's going back to when he first met me." I grit my teeth, I don't know why I feel so angry about it. I want him to talk to me, I even want him to hold me. These childish thoughts always end up bad, I don't need to think of them anymore.
"Ali if it bothers you so much, why don't you talk to him? Maybe he needs encouragement, maybe he's even scared. You never know unless you talk to him." Andrew stares at me seriously. I nod, I stand up and walk out the door, thanking Andrew. I walk towards Peter's tent, I freeze as I get to his doorway. I hug myself, turn and go into my own tent, and stay there until late afternoon. I thought up different ways it could go bad if I talk to him. I got more scared to more I thought about it. What if he got angry with me and gave me up to the pirates or even the shadow? I shiver out of fear, a tap on my shoulder makes me jump. I spin to be face to face with my brother.
"You should talk to him." He looks at me with a frown, I blink and stare at the floor.
"How do you know if I should talk to him or not?" I ask him nervously.
"I know what Peter did. And listen, I'm angry with him, but you guys seem distressed and tired. He's just as confused as you are, he just shows it a different way. I can't stand seeing you this way. You really should talk about what's going on in your head together." He has a point, but I'm scared to talk to him. Aaron must notice and comments on it. "Allison, you don't need to be scared. He can't and won't do anything to you." He assures, he sounds so mature. It makes my heart ache, my baby brothers growing up. But he's right, I can't stand around and do nothing. Someone has to cowboy up and get things done.
I nod, "You're right." I stand up and walk out my tent and head towards Peter's tent.
I hesitate and take a deep breath, "P-Peter?"
I don't hear an answer so I walk in and see him on his bed contemplating.
"Peter, I need to talk to you." He looks up at me and frowns.
"What do you need?" He growls, I breathe and I feel my confidence returning.
"We need to talk. You've been avoiding me. I would like to understand why." I say confidently in a calm manner. He grunts, looks away and I could see how exhausted he looked. Has he even slept? I want to know what's on his mind.
"Peter, why are you ignoring me? It's like you're going back to when you first met me. I feel a little hurt." I tell him, he stays quiet, so I continue. "I don't deserve this treatment, I don't needed to be treated like shit all over again."
He snaps his head quickly towards me, glaring. "You think you're so special because you're the only girl in camp. You're not getting that special treatment from me."
I was taken aback, where'd this attitude come from? "Stop treating me like a nuisance! What did I ever do to you?"
His hands tightened into a fist.
"Get out." He barked. I stood where I was.
"Not until you tell me why you were ignoring me. It hurt, Peter." I tell him, his angry appearance never changed. I tighten my fists. "Fine, if you want to act like an ass child, fine by me. I thought you cared about me, I guess I was wrong. You only care about yourself, I only wanted to try and fix whatever we had between us." My voice cracked, it hurt that he's pushing me away. I thought of the moment he told me that Aaron was not my only family.
I turned to walk out, tears threatened to spill from my eyes. As I was about to exit I heard Peter's hard voice.
"Stop." He almost begged, I stopped, my back still turned to him. After moments of silence I turn to look at him. He looked angry, he stared at me for the longest time, as if arguing with himself. He started walking, stomping towards me. Fear rushed through my body, I couldn't move.
"You say I don't care about you? Here I'll show you how much I care." He grabbed my arms and pulled me towards him, he used his hand to roughly get me look up at him. He slams his hard lips into mine, shocked, I stiffened. What was happening, I tried pushing him away. I felt him soften up and gently pressed his lips on mine. I felt relaxed and I closed my eyes and kissed him back. Our lips danced and the butterflies in my stomach erupted. He held my waist pulling me close, I wrapped my hands around his neck comfortably. Passionately, my hands run through his hair as his hands roamed my back, it made me shiver.
We trip, and land on his bed. I laugh and look into his eyes, he moves a piece of hair behind my ear.
"I didn't mean anything I said. I do care about you. I was just scared. And I'm sorry. I am an ass child." He whispers, I chuckle as he inches closer to me, staring at my lips.
I kiss him first, rubbing my hand down and across his chest. I care about him, more than I thought I would.