The Dark Days

Eight.

Oh my gosh did he just yes he did I'll kill him later.

My fingers involuntarily tightened around Peter's, making him look down at me.

OH. I SEE WHAT YOU'RE DOING HERE. ANYTHING TO GET OUT OF A FEELSY MOMENT, HUH?

"Kasey? Are you all right?" He kneels down next to me, his other hand placing itself on my knee.

I raise an eyebrow. Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! YOU'RE SUCH A MOTHER FREAKING IDIOT!

Peter smiles. "What, are you afraid of the spotlight?" A few of the Lost Boys lightly snicker behind him, and I shoot all sixteen of them a withering glare, making all smirks disappear and all heads angle downward.

I look back down at Peter. "Can we talk for a moment?" I growl, not waiting to hear his answer and dragging him along behind me. I pull him to a kitchen and snatch my hand out of his grasp, spinning to face him and crossing my arms. I try to keep my voice down, I really do. But this kid just really makes me want to scream.

So I do.

"ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?!" I scream, making Peter's eyes widen slightly. "ARE YOU FREAKING CRAZY?! I just had an EMOTIONAL EFFING BREAKDOWN in there and THIS IS THE COMFORT I GET FROM IT?! WHAT THE BLOODY HECK IS WRONG WITH YOU! I AM A FREAKING HORMONALLY IMBALANCED TEENAGE GIRL! So unless you want me to RIP YOUR FLIPPING HEAD OFF, I suggest you give me THREE DAYS' WORTH OF SPACE!" Peter stares at me, bewildered and confused. I scream, grabbing my hair and stomping over to the front door. No one stops me from leaving.

I stomp to the edge of the cemetery and stop when I see Peter leaning against a nearby tree.

I scoff and cross my arms. "What do you want now?"

He looks at the ground sheepishly. "I got you some things," he says quietly. "I just wanted to be there when you found them."

I raise a suspicious brow, but continue past him. I hear his footsteps only a foot or two behind me. Then his hand on my arm makes me stop again, turning backwards to look at him. He doesn't move for a second, then, in the blink of an eye, he grabs my waist and throws me over his shoulder, making me shriek.

Peter laughs as I struggle. "Peter! Put me down! NOW!"

"No can do," he replied simply, and then we're in the hideout.

He sets me down and I punch him in the stomach. "Don't ever do that again," I say harshly, but he only smiles and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me into him and resting his forehead on mine.

"I'll only do it on the night I propose to you," he mumbles, his eyes closed.

"Like I would ever even consider marrying a troublesome little boy like you," I say sarcastically, earning a husky chuckle.

"Close your eyes," he whispers, kissing my nose. I do as he says and he releases me, gripping my shoulders from behind and turning me a bit to the left. Then he pushes me forward a few steps and stops, his chin on my shoulder and his cheek against mine.

"All right," he whispers into my ear. "Now you can open your beautiful eyes."

I can't help blushing as my eyes slip open. Then nearly bug out of my head.

There's a big, comfortable-looking bed. And a really cool night stand. And a huge teddy bear. My smile is just as huge as I cover my mouth and take a step back, trying not to scream.

"Do you like it?" Peter asks quietly and hopefully behind me.

Before I can even think twice I scream and leap into his chest, my arms like iron around his neck. "OH MY GOSH ARE YOU FREAKING KIDDING ME?!" I scream happily.