Emilie

Waking up, my eyes blurred. My eyes felt heavy like gravity wasn't on my side anymore.

I felt like yesterday may have been the most eventful day of my life.

I turned over, my eyes as thin as a razor, seeing the left side of the bed folded over as if someone slept there.

My eyes shot open and I sat up in the bed, staring at the white sheets next to me.

Everything hadn't been a dream, magic was real.

Peter was real.

"Morning," A groggy voice said from a chair in the corner. Peter.

He was wearing gray sweatpants and a white tee-shirt, bare-foot. His hair was all out of sorts and his eyes were puffy from lack of sleep.

In a weird way, I felt like I've seen this before. This part of him, the tired side.

A part of me accepted my fate, the other part is numb from disbelief.

I scoffed, putting my fingers through my hair away from eyes, "Are fictional people suppose to look so human?"

He laughed standing up, walking over to the left side of the bed and laid down on the tangled sheets. He put one hand underneath his head, revealing black feathers bundled together on the outside of the upper part of his arm, like a tattoo..hmm, and the other hand rested on his stomach as he stared up at the wooden peaked ceiling.

He opened his mouth with a little smile forming, like he wasn't sure what to say,

"Last night, you put a pillow between us so we wouldn't touch. You moved around so..so much that I have no idea where that pillow went. I don't know if you had a dream that you were running or falling," His eyebrows furrowed, "I tried waking you up, but you wouldn't. You kept moving around until, your arm hit my chest.

You stayed still, like you found comfort. So, to answer your question we do when we have reason, and I have reason."

I laid back against the pillows, looking at the same part of the ceiling that he was.

He just started talking.

He spoke to me like he has known me for years. He told me stories about how he and his brother and a few others came to Neverland , never explained why, just how. He felt like he was home here, I could tell. And in a way so did I.

I told him the important things about my life. I never knew my mother, on the other hand my father, or not really, was very over-protective of me.

I would only go to school dances for an hour, while my father would wait in the parking lot for me. Or how at 17 years old, I've never had a boyfriend, or a first kiss..or had my first dance. I asked questions about this realm, this world. And he would answer them, as if it were his second nature.

He told me that my life before coming here didn't matter, that it was only a shell and this was the better place until it was our time to go somewhere greater.

Belief, belief was important here. Without believing, there would be no magic, there would be no Peter.

We talked to each other as if it were ..normal, despite our situation.

He coughed, looking up at me. I looked back at him, his eyes smiled but his lips did not,

"You know, usually I would wake up at 8 a.m. , but today I woke up at 10. You were still asleep and I was like 'Shit, how long is she going to be asleep for' and so I got up and wasn't ready to stat my day, so I kinda just went in the chair, over there, and napped a little longer. You woke up at noon. Noon," He said as if in shock , He laughed and so did I,

" I-I don't understand how easy it is to sleep in like that. But, we talked for maybe an hour or a little over. So it's maybe 1 in the afternoon."

I pressed my elbow on the pillow, propping my head up with my hand and just stared at him, while he mirrored me and smiled, "You make everything sound so easy. I wish it were that way."

"I do too," He said lowly, "I was suppose to start your training today," He said ashamed, "I don't want you to make you into something you're not, I don't want to hurt you more than I already did-"

I put my hand on top of his free hand in front of him, making our faces inches apart, "Agreed. If you hadn't hurt me, I wouldn't be as happy than I am right now."

He inched his way closer to me, "I don't know why you make me want you so bad. When I saw you in the lunch room for the first time, I made a bold move. I didn't want you to be alone anymore, not like that," His voice broke, He looked down at the bed, then back into my eyes. His green eyes looked different, as if his guard were down, "It's just something about you that makes me want to protect you, to cherish you, to guard you. I just met you yesterday and I've never felt more alive than I do right now."

My eyes began to water, I blinked rapidly until a tiny tear came out, "You make me feel useful-"

He shook his head, "You don't understand, I don't want to use you. I want to..,"

He grabbed my face, pulling me into his kiss. He kissed me slowly,savoring every last moment of it then pulled away resting my head and his head together, "To be your first and final kiss."

I kissed his lips once more and smiled, I felt confident, "I want to be your last and final kiss."

He laughed letting go of me, "And you shall. Now," He said getting out of the bed, stretching and yawning, "You and I got a big-big day ahead of us. You have your orientation tonight and I have to spend the rest of today preparing for it, before the sun goes down."

I pushed the sheets off of my legs and stood up yawning, "What orientation?"

He went into the washroom bringing out, a bunch of women's clothing a piling it on the messy bed. He clapped his hands together, "These were dropped off by some of my boys for you. Just some things they thought you would need. Anyway, it's just becoming an official member of Neverland. You'll stop aging and all that. You'll get to know everything about your mother and father, everything will come together."

Whoa.

Romantic to business. My forte.

All these thoughts scrambled in my head until I was interrupted by my stomach.

My stomach grumbled, I immediately wrapped my arms around my stomach.

Peter's stomach grumbled the moment mine stopped, "I'll go get lunch."

My life just became a Lifetime movie.