He would always tell stories to his little brother, about the wondrous world beyond. A place called Neverland where you never grew up. Where everyone was happy and the villains always lost and the heroes always won. He was sure his brother was bored of his stories but he couldn't help it. He thinks the only reason he told him all these stories was because he loved Peter Pan. He was like the perfect human. (Ironic how he really wasn't a human.) He's turning 16 tomorrow. From what he's heard you can't go to Neverland once you turn 16 since, you're "no longer a kid." He has dreaded this day ever since he could remember and now it was happening. "You have one more night Peter" Luke whispered looking out the window of his room. "One more night" he repeated before shutting his eyes.

"Get in loser we're going to college"