My Only Wish

Chapter Two: Fly With Me

"So, are you up for some flying?"

"Uh, I don't know Peter. I'm a little out of practice," I say shyly, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. I mean, I haven't done it in years. What if I fall? Now that would hurt.

"What's wrong Pixie? Are you scared?" Slightly teases from behind me, a sly smirk tugging at his lips.

Scared? Me? Not a chance.

I let out a huff and stand up from the bed. I turn my back to Slightly and swing my hair over my shoulder. "Fine. But I'm not wearing this," I say, gesturing down to my nightgown.

Peter laughs and grabs my hand, tugging me towards what I remember to be his room. I blush lightly at the thought of going in there with him alone. What is wrong with me? I shouldn't be thinking about him like this. Peter is my best friend. The fact that I love him doesn't matter in this situation. The reason being very simple.

He would never feel the same way.

Peter walks over to his dresser and tugs on the top drawer. He opens it and pulls out a black T-shirt. He shuts the drawer and opens the one below it. He pulls out a pair of cut off shorts and brings them over to me.

"While you were asleep Tink and I went back to your house to grab you some clothes. I have your pants but we may have accidentally dropped your shirts by Hook's ship. So I figured you could just wear mine for now," he says while holding the clothes out to me. He nervously rubs the back of his neck and I can't help but notice the slight shade of pink coating his cheeks.

After I take the clothes from him, I hold the T-shirt up in front of me. It's probably about two sizes too big. Just the way I like it. I smile at him and nod my head. "Thank you, Peter."

He smiles back and walks over to lean against the wall. I stare at him expectedly, waiting for him to walk out of the room. But even after a few seconds of my staring, he doesn't.

"Uh, Peter? Aren't you going to leave?" I ask, pointing towards the door.

"If I walk out of this room, Sli will walk in. And I know you don't want that. Besides, it's nothing I haven't seen before," he shrugs his shoulders but freezes as he realizes what he just said.

"What?!" My cheeks automatically burn scolding hot as I stare at the immortal in front of me. His own cheeks flame into a fiery red as he stares back.

Peter has seen me... Oh God. This is so embarrassing. I just need to crawl into a hole and die. This is so bad. This is so very very bad. God, do me a favor and take me out now.

"It's not what you think! I swear! It's just that I may have accidentally seen you a few times when I was trying to watch over you. I'm not a creep or anything, I promise! And it's not like you have anything to be shy about. Your body is absolutely beautiful. I could look at it all day! Wait no, that sounds bad- Uh, I'm just going to stop talking," he stammers out, placing his hands over his eyes and turning around to face the other direction.

A nervous giggle escapes my lips as I watch a very flustered Peter place his forehead against the wooden wall. I quickly pull off my night gown and replace it with the clothes he gave me. His shirt covers up my shorts, hanging past them an inch or two.

"I'm done."

Peter slowly turns to face me and a warm smile spreads across his lips. He walks over to me slowly, his eyes trailing up and down my body. He stops in front of me and grips onto my shirt, grabbing it so tight that I jolt forward into him. A quiet chuckle escapes his lips as he takes a step back. He pulls the shirt up to where it meets the waistband of my pants and ties it into a knot.