My Only Wish

Chapter Three: Hooked On You

"Peter, I'll be fine. I can handle myself."

Peter lets out a groan and continues to pace back and forth across his bedroom floor.

"Are you sure? I've never left you alone before. What if something happens?"

All of the boys want to get out of the house, which means they want Peter to come with them. I don't blame them. They've been cooped up with me for the past week because Peter has been extremely overprotective. I can tell he needs to let loose, and the boys can too. Which is exactly why I want him to go. Plus, he might be getting on my nerves just a little bit.

And Tinkerbell? Well, Tink is off with fairy business that she has to deal with. She won't be back for a couple of weeks. So I really will be all by myself for a few hours.

I grab Peter's arm, causing him to immediately stop pacing. I place both my hands on his shoulders and stare up into his eyes. Shaking my head, I let out a frustrated sigh.

"Peter, nothing is going to happen. I'll be fine. I'm just going to hang out here. I may walk around the hideout a little bit. Totally safe," I assure him with a smile.

"Are you sure? I could have Tink-"

"Peter. Go. Please. Have some fun. For me?" I ask him with pleading eyes. He studies my features for a moment before letting out a groan and throwing his arms up in the air.

"Fine! Fine! But if anything happens to you while I'm gone, I swear I'll kill you," he says grumpily trudging out of his room.

I chuckle a little at his action and shake my head. Following after him, I lean against the wall in the living room. Watching the boys all file out the door, Peter flies over to me.

"Please be safe," he tells me one more time, worry thickly encasing his voice as he places his hands on my arms.

"Of course," I reply with a small smile.

A faint smile appears on his own face and he nods his head. He presses his lips to my forehead and quickly flies out of the room. A small blush creeps onto my cheeks as I stare at the door.

Well, I guess I could always clean.

So I did. I cleaned. The whole hideout. By myself. For what felt like hours. And may I just say, worst decision of my life.

I fall onto the couch with a huff. The boys should be home soon, right? I was cleaning for so long. Let's see, it's already been-

I glance up at the clock and shoot off of the couch.

"It's only been fifteen minutes?!"

I let out another groan and stumble off to Peter's bedroom, where my clothes are. I pull out a pair of black leggings and one of Peter's t-shirt's and change into them. I pull on a pair of black converse and decide to do what I told Peter I would.

Walk around the hideout.

As I walk out the heavy wooden door, I'm hit with a breeze of fresh air. I inhale the earthy scent, a smile finding its way to my lips. I begin walking along one of the trail Peter marked for me.

Birds are chirping and flying through the trees. Squirrels are climbing around in branches. Butterflies are fluttering through the air. A slow breeze is blowing through the wooded plain. A hint of salt is mingling in the crisp air. The golden sunlight is delicately glistening down through the leaves.

The entire walk through the forest is absolutely peaceful. Just like how I remember it being. So, after an hour or maybe even two, I make my way back to the hideout.