How To Save A Life

How to Save a Life (8)

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Emily

Oliver dozed with his head in my lap as AJ softly read the words to Peter Pan, eyes half closing with every other word. She had refused to be taken out of the shelter and hadn't moved from the position she'd woken up in, her legs stretched in front of her, her back leaning against the tree trunk the door was leaning against.

I watched her blue eyes move across the page as her lips formed the words, tiredness prominent in her tone. "To die would be an awfully big adventure," she read, and her eyes flashed with pain as she looked at me. Oliver, his arms above his head and wound around my waist, opened his eyes halfway. "On that note," he said, interrupting AJ halfway through her sentence. "What do you think would happen if it was real?"

"Death is real," I pointed out. He rolled his eyes, his fingers pressing into my spine until I yelped. "I meant Neverland and Peter Pan and the Lost Boys." he clarified. "What if it was all real?"

"Well," AJ started, and motioned towards the sand underneath us. "We have an island and a Mermaid's Lagoon over there," she said, pointing to where the waterfalls were. "This is Neverland."

Oliver smiled, closing his eyes again. "You're blonde, Addie, you be Tinkerbell."

She smiled. "She's my favourite." she said. "Or Nibs."

"I like Tootles," Oliver grinned. "He's a cool kid."

"Isn't he the one who screws things up a lot?" I asked. Oliver opened his eyes, fixing me with a jokingly frosty glare. "Tootles was clumsy, but it doesn't mean you should judge him." he said, his voice in his very best posh British accent. I grinned - it was awful.

"That was fantastic,"

"I like to think so," he answered normally, smiling. AJ looked over at me. "Who's your favourite?" she asked. "Didn't you like Smee when we were kids?"

I thought for a moment. "I did, and I still do," I said slowly, feeling Oliver watching me. "But I think I can relate the most to Wendy."

"She's boring," AJ complained. Oliver simply raised an eyebrow. "Why's that?"

"I don't know," I answered, looking out the open side of our shelter towards the waves. "She has to look after Michael and John, and the Lost Boys...she grew up a bit too fast on a place she was never supposed to grow up on. And she's a bit different than the others. A bit boring, I guess, but I can relate to it, to her."

AJ didn't say anything, but I could see that there was sadness in her eyes as she looked at me. Oliver, on the other hand, shifted so he was more comfortable, his head cradled in my arms. "You're forgetting some stuff," he reminded me. "Peter loved her, and she was so beautiful Tinkerbell got jealous enough to try and kill her. All the lost boys loved her."

"Especially Tootles," AJ said, smirking as she gave a pointed look towards Oliver. He gave her a dirty look before looking back at up at me, ignoring her laughter. "Wendy's not boring." He said with finality. "She's a character you're supposed to relate to. The others are there for a laugh, for a bit of magic - Wendy is the real one in the story."

Oliver's eyes were a dark blue as he looked up at me, shining with the belief in his own words. Behind my back, his fingers traced tiny circles against my spine, and I ran my fingers through his hair lightly. He closed his eyes, pressing his head further into my fingers, not unlike a cat would, and I bit back a smile. "Alright, Oliver," I said. He smiled up at me before closing his eyes again, and I resumed running my fingers through his hair.