I want to fly (One Shot) *EDITED*

let me fly

The wind howled through the quiet village. Everyone hid away from the storm that was on its way, but two fearless boys weren't.The two were named Peter and George, they were two teenagers that were madly in love with each other, however their families didn't approve of them at all. They tried ripping Peter and George apart so many times to the point they couldn't handle it anymore. They wanted to fly away, far away. So here they were trudging up a very steep intimating mountain carrying their handmade glider. Today was the perfect time to test it out, because it was so windy. "Babe don't you think we should go back?" George yelled to his boyfriend, who was starting to go a bit a head since the path was getting slimmer. "Don't be scared Georgie. We can't go back they will just spilt us apart, this will work just watch." Peter yelled over the wind confidently.

30 more minutes of struggling to get through the muddy trail, the two boys reached the tip of the mountain. They looked out seeing dark clouds that look like they could explode rain at any minute. "Now is the time." Peter says loudly getting the glider ready, with the help of George, who was now growing more anxious for Peter. "Remember baby this is left, this is right, up then down. And if things start to go tits up you pull the shoot no matter what, do you understand?" George says rather quickly his thick irish accent coming out. Peter grabbed George's hands saying in a caring voice. "Don't worry boo, I'll come back to you. I promise." George calms down hugging Peter tightly for a couple of minutes.

The wind got more fierce and louder, signalling to the boys now is the time to jump. George breaks away finishing securing it then steps to the side for Peter. As for Peter, he took a deep breath moving back so he can get some speed. He closes his eyes and prepares himself, soon as the next heavy wind rolled through he took off running at full speed. He soon came to the edge and he jumped. The glider barrels to the ground making Peter scream in terror but as soon as he was about to hit the sharp dagger rocks the wind picked up again swooping Peter up into the sky. He started yelling in excitement, as George lets out a sigh relaxing knowing he didn't lose his Peter.

Peter smiled widely swooping right then left, doing flips in the sky. His whole body exploded with euphoria, finally achieving his dream. He went down to the water gliding over the waves. Salt water splashed up hitting him in the face, filling his mouth with the bitter taste. He pulled up gliding towards the sky, the cold air hits his face like ice crystals, although Peter didn't care he was too in loved with the freedom of flying. He kept going higher and higher like Peter Pan in the sky flying to neverland.

Peter was in a trance of flying in and out of rocks happily, he didn't see the clouds get darker and darker, bubbling up with more water ready to drop at anytime. George however did see the storm rolling in, and his body flushed with fear for his boyfriend. "Get out of there!! Peter!" He shouted as loud as he could, it was no use. Peter was so far away and the wind was too loud to talk over. The wind started to get more aggressive that it started to whip Peter around like a rag doll.

The glider was going crazy, Peter had no control over anything. "HELP!!!!!" He screeched out, his face getting attacked by the rain that soon turned into hail, the hail was the size of a golf ball. They pelted through his red sweater digging into his skin. He whined in pain then he heard a huge thud followed by another thud and then another. He turned his head seeing huge holes in his glider, his eyes grew big with fear as felt himself falling rapidly. "George! Help!" He yelled frantically sobbing by now, looking for the shoot string when his body landed forcefully in the dark angry ocean.

The waves crashed violently together making it hard for Peter to get out. He thrashes in the ocean, his heart racing as he gets pulled more and more into the dark abyss. He managed to detach himself from the glider, by then it was no use. A heavy wave hit causing him to be pushed by the current into a jagged rock. The points pierced through Peter's clothes seeping into his pale flesh making deep cuts all over his back. He lets out a struggled sound choking on water, as he reaches out to try to get out. Peter gets weaker and weaker as more dark red blood drained from his body. His eyes started to get heavy, his lungs fill with water. Just before he passes out all of his memories flashed before him. Silent tears roll down Peter's eyes as he reached out seeing the image of George's face and the last thing he thought was "I love you George, I'll come back in the next life." And with that Peter finally shut his eyes going limp letting the darkness take him over.