Notactuallypeterpan Stories

"Who are you" I asked the boy standing in the middle of my room. "Well who do I look like" he asked me with a sly grin. I scanned over him with my eyes. All green. Blond hair. Twinkling eyes. No pockets. I racked my brain for an answer but I couldn't think of the name. "I'm not sure" I replied to his question quietly. "Are you serious" he shouted followed by a low chuckle. "I'm bloody Peter Pan!"