Return To Neverland

Chapter 5

As I struggle with setting the fire, I feel a cold drop fall on onto my forehead. I looked up at the cloudy sky and knew that it was going to rain.

I grab my stuff to look for shelter and walked into the forest.

As I walked, the rain started to pour. I found a small cave and ran in. "Not very big, but good enough." I sighed to myself.

I took the damp firewood out of my pack and set it in the center of the floor.

"Damn it. It's not going to light." I shivered and sat down on the cold, hard floor and leaned against the wall.

"Do you need help with that?" I heard a voice come from the rock above me. It was Pan.

"What are you going to do, set the whole cave on fire?" I rolled my eyes.

"No need to be rude." He said with the flick of his right hand. I turned to the center of the cave, where a nice, warm fire was. I crawled over and placed my hands near it.

"I don't suppose you want me to thank you."

"Actually I am expecting some gratitude."

"Here I am, soaking wet. And your sitting there perfectly dry expecting a 'thank you'"

"Well fine I'll put it out." He lifted his hand.

"Fine." I crossed my arms. He kept his hand lifted up but did nothing.

"Coward." I teased.

"I am not a coward!" He stood up.

"Prove it. Go outside."

"Fine." He slowly approached the entrance of the cave and scooted outside.

"You don't get affected by weather much, do you?" He nodded his head yes and shivered.

"Just a few more seconds." I laughed. By now he was soaking wet and his hair was in his face. "Annnd.... Now!" He ran inside the cave as fast as he could.

As he walked in he shook like a wet dog.

"Okay your not a coward." I laughed.

"I expect a 'thank you' now." He shivered.

"Alright, fine. Thank you."

"Your welcome." He rolled his eyes. He sat next to the fire, across from me.

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Peters POV

"What's your story, Angela?"

"Jones."

"Pardon?"

"My last name... It's Jones."

"I thought it was actually Darling." I raised an eyebrow.

"Wendy is not my mom." She crossed her arms.

"Explains why you don't call her 'mom'. But if she isn't your mom, why do you live with her?"

"I was left on her doorstep when I was a baby."

"You were?"

She nodded her head and looked down.

"I was only left with a note that said my name, and birthday. And my hair was done like this." She pointed at the small, single braid underneath her hair with a small bead.

"Is that why your hair is always like that?"

"Yup."

"Let me play you a song." I took out my flute and blew.

"It's beautiful." She admired the sound.

"You can hear it?" I asked.

She nodded.

I smiled and walked over to her, continuing to play.

"What do you want Pan?" She smiled up at me.

"Call me Peter." I extended my arm out for her to grab. She reluctantly placed her hand onto mine. I pulled her up and spun her around.

"Your light on your feet, Jones." I wave my eyebrows in a silly way.

"It's Jane to you." She smiled as I held her with my left arm and my flute in my right. She pulled the flute away and set it down on the floor.

"Have you ever waltzed?" She asked.

I shook my head no.

"I'll teach you." She smiled brightly.

I stood straight with my arms to my sides.

"Okay put that arm here," she placed my left arm around her waist.

"And this one here." She held my right hand up. She then placed her right arm around my neck.

"Now just follow my steps." She moved left, then right, then left again. I followed. Seems easy enough.

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After thousands of times messing up, I finally got it. We moved in synch and I spun her around and dipped her.

I leaned in closer, and closer to her... until she cleared her throat. She let go and stood up straight.

"Your doing great," She walked across the cave and laid down on her side. "But I'm tired. Good night Pa-- Peter."

"Sleep well, Jane."