I was sitting in front of the fire watching the lost boys do their little dance. Peter had gone into the woods to find food so I was sitting alone. I waited for a while then I decided to go to the rocks on the beach and think for a while. This was my secret spot so not even Peter knows about it. I looked out on the water that glowed in the moonlight. I watched and thought. I broke thought when I heard a stick break behind me. I jumped up and got my knife ready. "Whoa. Drop the weapon. I'm not here to hurt you." It was Peter. Great now I have to find another secret place.... "What are you doing out here? Shouldn't you be celebrating?" He asked me. "Just daydreaming." "Why daydream when I'm right here?" "Cute." I said sarcastically. He climbed up and sat on the rock beside me. He looked out over the water. "Alright, spill. Why are you really out here?" He asked. I shuffled closer to him and laid my head on his shoulder. "I guess I'm just, tired. I don't know,but I just get bored... there's no more fun on the island." I said. He looked at me and turned around to face me. "Then let's make some fun." "And how are we going to do that?" I asked. He leaned in and I thought he was gonna kiss me but instead he just stopped inches from me. "By teasing." He said. "Is that a threat?" I asked, mocking his tone. Before he could respond I kissed him quickly then ducked under him, leaving him sitting there with a dumb look on his face.
I leaned against a tree. "Oh come on. You're gonna have to be quicker than that babe." I said. He turned around and looked at me. "That was mean." "Oh come on you know you like a bad girl." I said. He raised an eyebrow at me. "You know that's not fair." He said. "Who said anything about fair?" I asked I smiled and started walking back to the camp.
