DISCLAIMER: I WROTE THIS WHEN I WAS 13 SO IT'S REALLY BAD "Nothing of your concern," he muttered. I frowned, "why Peter? Why do you do this?" My words came out rather harshly then I had intended, making Pan stand up and walk to me, his eyes glaring into my soul and slowly burning it into ash. "First of all, you do not call me Peter. And secondly, I do what I want, you have no control over me, princess," he spat. I smirk, "what? Is Peter your weak name? A name that shows exactly what you are?" He rolls his eyes, "and what's that?" I take a step closer to him, our faces only inches away, "an unloved, lonely, lost boy."