Peter Pan

Neverland

I couldn't tell if this was a dream. I was flying with the mysterious boy I've been waiting to come for me. He is holding on to my hand. He keeps me up so I don't fall to the earth. My hair gently sways as the wind travels through it. We glide together through the air as if this were normal. I can't help but notice how perfectly our hands fit together. I want to see this boy in the light. I can barely see him under the dark sky. He doesn't say a word to me as we fly toward a star.

Suddenly, an island comes into view. It is surrounded by what seems to be an ocean. I can't tell what the island looks like because it is still dark out. I sense the boy looking at me. I look over at him but he looks away before I can see his face. Finally, he moves us upright and grabs my waist. He gently sets us down on the ground by a huge tree. I look up at him but he never meets my eyes. It seems to be nighttime here and I still can't make out his face.

"Come on," he says gently. He hasn't let go of my hand and he leads me to the tree. He knocks on it and a secret door opens. We walk through and there is light inside. A small staircase winds downwards and he continues leading me down until we come to an empty room. There isn't much in the room. Only a bed, table and chairs, and a mirror.

We turn to each other and make eye contact for the first time. His eyes are a dark shade of green. They dance with flickering light from a fire place. His face is calm but he is breathing quickly as if his heart is racing. His hair is dirty blond and is messy in a cute sort of way. His face was really quite attractive. But I can't stop staring at his captivating eyes and I get lost in them. I notice he's studying my face, my body, everything.

"Where are we?" I ask in a quite voice.

"Neverland," he says. His voice is strong yet gentle and he has a hint of an English accent which makes him even more attractive.

"Who are you?" I ask in more of a normal tone.

"Peter. Perter Pan," he tells me then gives me a smirk. "And you don't need to tell me your name, Mikayla."

This doesn't surprise me that he knows my name. I smile at him. He smiles a mischievous smile back.

"You are beautiful," he tells me and touches my face. I look down shyly and I feel my cheeks warming up.

"No one has ever called me that," I say. He looks at me with puzzled eyes. I stare at my feet.

"You must be tired," he says. I am picked up by him in his arms. He softly sets me down on the bed. I curl up and close my eyes.
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"Mikayla. Mikayla, you need to wake up. Now," I hear Peter say in a firm voice to me as a rub the sleep from my eyes. I see him look alarmed and he picks me up in his arms because I am being slow.

"W-what the bloody hell is going on?" I ask.

"It's him. He knows you're here," Peter says. He looks worried.

"Who?"

"Alex. Alex Hook."