𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙖
(𝑛.) 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒
Little warning, I wrote this when I was like 13 so it's incredibly cringe and definitely not my best work. I would've unpublished it if it wasn't for the views 💀😂
"Common dude, just kiss her" Tyler said rolling his eyes.
'Holy shit, I can't believe this is happening I'm being dared to kiss the only proper friend that I've made here'
'Even worse...in front of Pan who I just kissed yesterday'
'Wait. This might actually be able to help me with the game, if I can get Pan jealous that could work in my favour'
'Plus it's not like the kiss actually meant anything, right?'
'It was just apart of the game'
All the lost boys started to chant "kiss her"
I slowly got up from my sitting position and walked over to James. I finally sat down in front of him.
My heart leaped into my throat and I had a hard time breathing for a moment. James was redder than an apple but he scooted closer and waited for permission to lean in.
"Well we're all waiting" Tyler tapped his foot impatiently.
Me and James both knew it was coming. He carefully pulled my face closer and our lips met.
But there were no fireworks. No passion. No connection.
It was nothing like the kiss I'd shared with Pan.
I heard a few snickers from the boys during the kiss.
When we pulled away we noticed the boys were no longer snickering and hollering, everything was silent.
I soon looked up and realised why. Pan stood towering over us with dark eyes and a sneer.
"Game over!" He orders and brutally grabs my wrist and hauled me up onto my feet.
The boys quickly fled back to their cabins, James gave me a look of pity before doing the same.
"What the hell is your problem!?" I snapped, trying to get his hand to release me from his grip.
