Peter pan/ Robbie Kay imagines

Miscommunication

"Jolly Rancher?" You held out a few candies in your open palm to Peter, who glanced down at your hand with uncertainty.

"What are those?"

"Candies," you said, holding out your palm further towards him. He declined, shaking his head, and you shrugged, selecting a blue raspberry one and shoving the rest back into your pocket. "More for me, I guess." You unwrapped the candy, the sound of crinkling filling the silence between you and Peter as you sat on a bench at the docks in Storybrooke, looking out into the water. Light from the sunset warmed your face as you unceremoniously plopped the Jolly Rancher into your mouth, a small moan escaping your lips.

"You're missing out," you hummed, feeling Peter shift where he was sat beside you.

"I'm sure," the boy drawled, a smirk creeping onto his lips. He sighed, and shifted his body towards you, eager to skip over all the idle chat. "Why did you bring me here?"

You sighed, almost regretting asking him here in the first place. But there were things on your mind that you needed to voice, and you knew that the longer you put it off, the less chance there was of ever telling him. Your tongue shifted the candy to the side of your mouth so that you could speak freely.

"Peter," you began, unsure as to how to reveal your thoughts to him. "We've been close for a good while now, and I wanted to thank you for that. Thank you for being my friend." Peter smiled at that, his green eyes twinkling as he took you in.

"If anyone should be thankful it's me, (Y/N). You've been so good to me ever since I arrived, and your friendship is far more than I deserve. A villain like me would never have-"

"You're not a villain," you cut off, and Peter's smirk returned to his face.

"I'm sure the rest of the town would beg to differ." Was he even aware, you wondered, of the joy that he was? Of the the radiant presence he was in your life?

"You know, as much as you piss me off," you started, and Peter grinned roguishly at that, "I don't think you're all that bad, Peter Pan." He moved to give his thanks, but you stopped him short. "And that's part of the reason why I asked you to come tonight. I wanted to talk to you."

Peter casually draped an arm on the back of the bench, right behind where you were sat. "What about, love?" You took a deep breath as you began revealing the reason as to why he was here, and swallowed the last bit of the candy, which had finally dissolved on your tongue.

"The truth is, Peter, that although I have enjoyed our friendship, have relished every bit of it, I have come to realize that I want something else from you, too." His brows knotted in slight confusion, unsure as to where this was headed. "Peter," you began again, "I need you to know that you have brought so much happiness and laughter into my life, more that I ever thought I could have. I need you to know that there isn't a day that goes by where I don't miss your teasing or think of your smile. Peter, I need you to know that I love-"

"No." The word was spoken quietly, but firmly. You looked up at Peter, whose eyelids were squeezed shut, brows knotted even further together. He looked as if he was trying to reject the words you were saying, trying to reject you.

"Peter, I-"

"No." The word was spoken louder this time, more determinedly. You recoiled back from Peter and slid your body away on the bench, taken aback by this reaction. "I can't, (Y/N). "I'm not... I don't..." Panic rose within you as you watched the boy struggle with his words. "Love is not for me," he finally said with a sigh, green eyes opening to meet yours.

You were confused, to say the least. It seemed that for the past few weeks, Peter had been truly warming up to you, more so than ever before. You even had felt that he quite liked you, even wanted you. Had you truly been so wrong? The sun was now long gone, the moon's silver light flooding the docks as it climbed into the star-filled sky. "But Peter," you started, eyeing his afflicted gaze. "You said you were thankful for our friendship, thankful-"