Helpless

37-The Favor

  "Just pull your arm back, like this," Peter explains, standing behind me to guide my movements. Our bodies are so close they're touching, and all I want is more. But I push down the desire. He draws my arm back. "Leave your other hand out, just like that. Perfect. Now for the hardest part: belief."
  I can't help but laugh. "I think I've got that down." He shakes his head.
  "Unfortunately, love, this belief is different. This isn't believing in magic. This is believing in yourself and your abilities, the hardest belief of all," He explains. I sigh and drop my hands.
  "Well, I have to make it work. I don't have a lot of time to figure this out," I shoot. I can feel him grin behind me.
  "You will. Try it," He guides my arms back up. I try to concentrate on believing in my magic. I mean, if I can accept Neverland I can accept myself, right?
  Wrong.
  After hours and hours of trying and failing, I kick over the table nearest to me out of distress. I let out a deep groan and collapse on the floor. I bring my hands to my temples.
  "This is pointless. This is impossible. I'll never be able to use my magic," I beat myself down. Peter kneels down in front of me.
  "Look, Audrey, I know you're not too fond of me at the moment, but just listen because this is a definite truth. You're one of the strongest believers I know. Actually, you're one of the strongest people I've ever encountered. You've practically mastered Neverland's magic, your own will come to you. I know you can do it," He grabs my hands as his completes his words of encouragement. I look up into his eyes as our hands meet. A million thoughts run through my head as adrenaline pumps through my veins and my urge grows stronger.
  I thrust myself forward and crash my lips on his. We fall backwards from my impact, but I know Peter doesn't care. He wraps his arms around my waist tightly. I tangle my hands in his hair and he rolls over so our positions are reversed and he's on top of me. He pulls away slightly.
  "Audrey... look at your ankle..." He whispers breathily. I look back at my foot.
  A cloud of golden dust envelopes my foot and ankle, and it slowly dissipates and falls on the floor, leaving my ankle completely healed from my fall.
  "Oh my gosh... I used my magic... it worked!" I exclaim excitedly. I turn back to Peter and crash our lips together once more. He pulls back his lips slightly, still close enough that they brush mine when he talks, and whispers to me.
  "You know, I don't usually say this, but I enjoyed this favor."