The sky shone of silver stars as my eyes stayed glued to the outside scenery of the window. The enchanting beauty of the midnight sky competed with memories of the calming waves that possessed the sea. Though the two colors were on total opposite sides of the spectrum, they both managed to portray the same emotion: peacefulness. Though the sea evoked feelings of peaceful belonging and laughs with friends, the midnight sky evoked peace in its silence. It was quiet, unmoving, and protective in its natural state of being.

A quick teardrop squeezed itself out of the side of my eye. If I were being quite honest with myself, I was jealous of the sky. I wanted to feel as calm, as peaceful as it was at this exact moment. It stood there in all of its rich gloriousness, taunting my emotions.

A few more silent tears escaped from their prison embedded within my body. Everything had felt so perfect, so wonderful. Yet there was this feeling, this hunch, that arose from my very core. Everything aligned so effortlessly that something was just bound to happen. Of course there was no need to be a pessimist yet I couldn't help but put my guard up. Peter was bound from ever going back to Neverland and then this Belle girl randomly appeared. He was being watched. We were being watched. In Neverland, I'm sure that my face was plastered all over 'Wanted' signs. Something was bound to happen, I felt it in my bones.

Tightly squeezing my eyes shut, I let out a sigh that was soon followed by the sound of Peter's chest rising and falling. We had fallen asleep in mid-conversation and I honestly forgot he was even next to me. Part of me wanted to poke his side and wake him up, but the other side of me felt like I should just let him be. I wasn't the only person who had been under a lot of stress lately.

Sometimes I wish that I could see his innermost thoughts. I wish I could see the things that bother him and discover his deepest fears. Even after all we've been through, there was still so much to Peter that I still didn't know.

As I drowned in my thoughts, my body began to relax. Slowly, my body and mind slipped back into a state of slumber. After all of the tossing and turning, I was finally falling into a deep, satisfying sleep. This was probably going to be the most wonderful sleep that I had in a very long time.

"Laney!"

My eyes instantaneously opened to the sight of Peter holding my phone that was continuously lighting up.

"Jenna has been blowing up your phone. She's called three times already," he explained in a whisper. There were tired bags beneath his eyes and his eyebrows furrowed in a concerned manner.

"Why didn't you just answer?"

He shrugged, " I didn't want to invade your privacy."

Taking a quick, sweeping glance of our environment, I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Says the boy in my bed."

His face turned tomato red in the shine of the moonlight. "Just answer the phone already woman," he sarcastically answered.

"Oooo am I sensing some sass?" I asked as I teasingly bit my lip. Rolling his eyes, he smiled and threw himself back on a pillow. By the time I actually went to pick up the phone, the missed calls had accumulated to four. Before I even got the chance to pick up, Jenna had called again.

Sighing, I glanced at Peter. As much as I loved her, I was honestly irritated that she was calling this late. Just because she liked to binge watch movies and do homework past midnight didn't mean that I ran on the same schedule. "She probably needs some help with the A&P homework."

Peter laughed, "I honestly hate that class. Please explain to me why you guys decided to take summer classes again?"

Shrugging, I shot him a smile. Hitting the green button on my phone, I got the reaction I had expected: Jenna was furious.
"Why didn't you pick up-"

"Hey, forgive me if I was sleepin-"

And then was when I knew something was terribly wrong. Jenna began to heavily weep on the phone. Her breathing sounded as if she was taking rapid gasps between her cries.

"Jenna?"

"I just can't believe it," she screamed as she cried. My heart fell into my stomach and my chest began to squeeze tightly. Peter sat up beside me and shot me a look of fear.

"Jenna...what's wrong? Please, just tell me!"

She was crying so hard that she had trouble even spitting out her words. "H-h-h-h---h-h-him. H-h-he," and she began to weep again.

As my anxiety level rose with every second, I was ten seconds away from losing my cool.

"Who?"

After she sniffled over the phone, she managed to get herself under enough control to spit out two words. "It's Thomas."

© Lightning_Stryker 2017

Annnnd welcome to part 3! I'm not quite sure if this will officially be the last book, but if it is then the 'Lost Boy Series' will be changed to the 'Lost Boy Trilogy'. I'm fine with either or XD

And I'm sorry to give you all anxiety on the first chapter. Truth is....I intended to write this story WAY ahead of time and truth is...this is where I'm at. So once again, here is another one of my 'I write the story along the way' books. (Don't worry, that doesn't mean it will suck. I wrote the first two books the same exact way.)

All I ask is that you have a little patience with me. My writing schedule has been really crappy lately so I promise I will update as soon as I can #LostBoys ! I missed all of you!

Annnnnnd with that said....what do you think is wrong with Thomas?

And just for fun since I ammm writing this along the way....what would you like to see happen in this book? A new adventure awaits!

~Light