The Disney Adventure (Sequel to Neverland's Magic)

Chapter 9: A Little Magic

About 25 Years Ago~ B's P.O.V:

        "See, I told you that you had a movie based on you." I smirk over at Peter, who was still watching the T.V., confused. "Nobody believed me on that."

        Peter just shakes his head slowly, the light from the television the only light in the room. "How did you find this? How did someone create a movie on me... and Hook...? Where did they even get this information?"

        I shrugged, leaning my head on his shoulder. "I don't know. I just know of it. Came across it after my first time in London. Still can't understand how you found Wendy and not me."

        "I still can't understand how they know about that part." Peter frowns and leans his head on top of mine. "You're not still mad about that, are you?"         

        "Mad about what? The whole thing with Wendy? No. Why should I be? If it hadn't of happened then we wouldn't be sitting right here, now would we?" I shuffle a little, laying down in his lap now. "Just think, if you had found me first, then you might have gone through with your whole evil plan."

        Peter's grip on my leg tightened, and his whole body tensed up. "I was childish for thinking and doing the things I did. You're mine. I wouldn't have given you away."

        "Given me away? What- am I some property?" I scoff, raising an eyebrow at him, the movie forgotten at the moment. 

        Peter just shook his head. "No. That is precisely my point." His body relaxed slightly and he began to play with my hair, moving it out of my face, his fingers tracing over my nose, my eyelids, my lips. 

        "You're supposed to be watching the movie, you know." I murmur against his fingertips and his eyes flicker up to the television screen.         

        "But none of it is true."

        "That's not true." I state. "You did capture Wendy and take her back to Neverland with you." That's all I knew since I was still back in London, trying to figure out how I would get on with my life and grow up, something that some children in Neverland experienced, if the island wished it. Most of the children, however, stop growing at the age of 9 or 10. If island hadn't been destroyed, that is.

        "Your father doesn't look like that." Peter said for the tenth time. The Captain Hook was on the screen, his gleaming hook all shined up.

        "Right? That's what I said." I turned my head to look at the screen, watching it until it suddenly turned black. "What the-" I look over at Peter to see that he has the remote in his hands, setting it down before looking down at me. "But you didn't watch the full thing." I pout and Peter just smirks at me. "What are you thinking of....?" I whisper, sort of scared, but excited at the same time. "Peter...?"

        I scream slightly as he gets off of the couch, laying me down on it before laying on top of me, his lips pressed against mine, his hands on my waist. I giggle against his soft lips, even when he licks mine, begging for the entrance I denied him. And so he tickled me, getting me to laugh and open my mouth. I laugh as our tongues battle for dominance, and Peter was never one to go down without a fight, but neither was I.

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        "Look at the trees... Look at how the sunlight just filters through the leaves..." I murmur, holding my hand up, sunlight beaming down upon me. "Don't you just love how pretty it looks?" I turn my head from my position on the ground, glancing over at Peter, who looked asleep, his eyes closed. "Fall asleep, did you?" I giggle and play with his hair somewhat, trying to wake him up. "Peter... Wake up." I teased. There was no reaction. "Peter?" I sit up, leaning over him. "Peter, come on."