The Real Neverland

chapter 18

Maddie POV

I walked inside the huge tent, it was big! There was a double bed in the right corner and there was a rug and a desk with a chair, a couch, there was also a curtain I opened it and saw a bath with water in it I put my hand in it and it was hot but not too hot. Just the way I like it.

I looked around just to make sure no one was looking then I stripped from my old gross clothes, I hopped in the bath and closed the curtain I noticed a tube that has stuff in it that looks like shampoo or something there was a note.

This will make your hair clean. -P

A boy of many words, I grab it and pour it in my hand the scrub it in my hair then wash it out I start scrubbing my body making me nice and clean. Then I hear someone walking around.

"Who's there", I say.

"Calm down it's just me", I hear Peter say and I sigh, I poke my head out of the curtain and Peter turn around and his eyes flicker with something but not sure what.

His lips curve into a smile but he quickly turns away.

"Right well, I got a towel and I have clothes here for you to sleep in", he says.

"Alright thanks Peter", I say and he nods but still stood there.

"Are you going to leave", I say and he smirks.

"Why would I do that it's my tent", he says and crosses his arm.

"Alright then", I say and I get a wave of confidence I grab the towel and open it then step out of the bath while the towel covers my body I slowly wrap the towel around my body and smirk to myself I then turn around and see Peter's eyes full of lust and he is biting his lip.

"Excuse me Peter", I say with confidence as I walk past him to the clothes.

"Right well, I will be back", He says and walks out of the tent.

I smile and chuckle then look down and I smile again, the clothes was an oversize blue top and black boxers.

These were the clothes Peter wore when we were in my world, I slipped them on and walked over to the desk and noticed paper and pencils.

I grabbed a pencil and started drawing, I love drawing I did it a lot back home. Home? Could I even call it that?

I heard someone walk in and steps behind me then I felt warmth near my ear.

"Lovely drawing love, but I think you need to make the eyes darker", Peter whispers, I push my eyebrows together. What is he on about? Eyes? What- oh no.

I then look at what I drew.

IT WAS FUCKING PETER!

I groan to myself and put my head on the desk and Peter laughs.

"It's a good drawing though I'm honoured that you drew me", he says I look up at him and give a 'seriously' look.

"Alright well you're sleeping in my tent tonight", he says. Then he waves his hand and a single bed appears next to the double bed.

"You can go to bed when you wish but don't leave the tent, but I will be in here too. Now I will be back I'm just going to check on the lost boys and get changed myself", he says and I nod.

He walks out and I think. He is being different I swear he is bipolar he is being nice, but he could be doing this just because I won the game then when tomorrow ends he will be his evil self again.

I sigh and shake my head, I grab another piece of paper and decide to write hmm what to write I know! I should write a short love story thing.

'Do you know my secret', she asks the boy.