Neverland (OUAT, Peter Pan fan - fic)

Chapter 3

|Autumns POV|

I looked up at him and smiled.

"I wasn't going to say it was a long story," I said, turning to stare at the fire," I was going to say it wasn't a very interesting one!"

"I don't believe that for a second." said Peter, "Everybody's story is interesting, they just might not know it yet!"

"Well mine isn't. I've been in the foster system since I was three days old and in 16 years I've been through almost 40 different family's, and I've lived in 17 different towns and city's. My story isn't interesting because there isn't one to tell. Nobody has ever wanted me and all I've ever wanted is to be wanted! But I guess life doesn't work out that way. It sucks!"

He didn't say anything.

Oh great I've freaked him out, well done Autumn. Smooth!!

After some time of just sitting he finally said something.

"I've been thinking for the past few minutes of what to say to comfort you and the best thing I can think of is that, you may not have been wanted back in your world, but here - everyone is wanted! And no matter who you are, the first girl on the island or not, you will always be wanted in this camp!" He said taking my hand.

I felt a sensation run through me as our hands met and his words were so poetic it hurt.

We just sat.

I didn't really know what else to do, but then I remembered he still owes me that tour.

"Now Mister Pan, I believe you still owe me a tour of Neverland." I said standing up.

"Why yes I do," he said.

Suddenly he grabbed my waist and pulled me right in so the gap between ups was gone. I squealed and he smirked.

"Do you trust me?" He asked, still smirking, his eyes twinkling.

"Should I?" I replied, wrapping my arms round his neck. "Because I've only known you for about 30 minutes."

He widened his eyes and tilted his head.

"But yes I'd say that I do trust you. Please don't make me regret it!" I said, still holding onto him!

"Oh you won't." he said before launching himself into the air.

I squealed again.

He really needs to stop doing that!

|Peter POV|

I flew up into the air and set on course for the the mountains. Autumn still had her eyes bolted shut and I really wished she could see the view.

"Open your eyes." I said, "I promise I won't drop you!"

She giggled, but slowly she opened her eyes!

"Oh... wow!" She exclaimed. "it's beautiful!"

"Thank you!" I said, landing on the top of the highest cliff in never land. "now let's get a proper look!"

I led her towards the edge of the cliff and we both sat down.

She just looked.

Looked out at neverland, my home! It was truly magical.

"Now what am I looking at exactly?" She asked with a small giggle.

"Well, over there is hangman's tree, and down there is the Indian camp, but we don't socialise with them a lot." I said the last part under my breath but I think she heard as she let out a laugh.

"And just there is our camp." I said pointing towards my home. "And right there, is mermaid lagoon!"

"No way, there are mermaids?" She exclaimed.

"Why of course! But there temperamental so I'll have to speak to them before you meet them!" I said letting out a slight chuckle.

"This is amazing, how'd you score a home like this?" She asked.

"I don't know, but I just love it when you talk, you sound..."

"Weird! I was born and raised in Scotland so I guess my accent is kinda strong, but living in England for about 3 years does effect your voice."

"Well I think it's wonderful, it's something I've never heard before. But your right, it's weird!" I said, nudging her arm.

She giggled and exhaled, before she turned to face me and said,

"Now I told you my story! What's yours mister pan?"

"Eh... no!" I replied. Turning to face away from her.

"Oh come on pan, do tell!" She said, turning my face back towards her.

"Well really, there isn't one. I had a past but um... I don't speak about it. And now I have the present. I'm Peter Pan, king of Neverland and ruler of the lost boys. Oh! And on that note we should probably get back to them, they'll be wondering were I've gone." I said standing up and offering her a hand.

"You have got a past - and I know something about it. So until you tell me your real story, you'll never find out what I know." She teased taking my hand.

"Wait what? How do you..?" I started, but she put a finger to my lips.

"Only when you tell me the truth." She said, and with that I touched off the ground and flew back to camp.

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