Peter quickly flew to Bree's window as fast as he could. He wasn't sure what happened to Jack, but he wanted to see Bree. Bree was the first person that popped into his mind when Jack told him to fly away and not be afraid. She was the first person Peter thought of.

Tinkerbell flew at his side trying to figure out what was going through his mind. However, knowing the direction he was headed there could only be one place.

Peter landed on the roof in front of Bree's window. He noticed Bree was already sleeping in her bed. He knocked on the window lightly. Bree sat up with a small bedhead. She quickly tried straightening out her hair and opened the window for Peter.

Peter slid in, smiling. "So, I know it's late, but--"

Bree smiled. "Oh, no it's fine. I was going to wake up in about thirty minutes anyway." Bree crossed her arms, grinning. "You should come over Friday though."

"Friday?" Peter tilted his head.

Bree nodded. "That's two days from now, well a day."

"Tomorrow? Okay." Peter smiled, flying onto Bree's bed. He sat criss-cross with his arms folded. "I'm guessing you can't go on an adventure with me right now, huh?"

Bree sighed. "No. I have to go to school." She sat beside Peter.

Tinkerbell sat on the edge of the window, wondering why Peter came here.

Peter stared at Bree for a moment. In that quiet moment, he had forgotten about the fear he felt when Jack told him to fly away. He forgot about Neverland for that moment and slid behind Bree, pulling her close to him.

Bree tensed at Peter's surprise, but then she wrapped her arms around Peter's.

Peter stayed quiet, listening to the beat of both of their hearts. He closed his eyes and listened a bit more carefully. He laid his head on Bree's shoulder and pulled her a bit closer. He smiled as he felt his heart rise a bit. His heart beat began to beat a bit quicker too. He moved his head to whisper to Bree, "Can you feel that too?"

A buzzing sound filled the room. Peter flew out of the room in panic.

Bree looked out the window with wide eyes, and there was a knock at her door.

Bree's mother walked in. "Are you going to turn that off?"

Bree was frowning with a red face. "Yeah."

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"Hi Bree." Mary smiled at their sixth period class.

"Hi." Bree paused, feeling something out of the usual. Her eyes narrowed at Mary. "What's wrong?"

Mary paused. "Well... I'll text you about it later." She looked away then back at Bree. "What's wrong with you? You look... like you're going to kill someone, but... more than usual."

Bree rolled her eyes as she sat at her desk. "My morning was ruined by my very own alarm clock."

Mary's brows crashed. "I don't understand."

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Peter sat on a cloud, watching the pirates talk about treasure and himself. He repeatedly sighed out of boredom, his eyes wandering from one spot to another.

"What are you looking at?"

Peter turned and saw Jack. His eyes and ears perked up. "Jack!"

Jack placed on finger over his mouth. "You're pretty happy to see me."

"I thought you were dead or something."

Jack shook his head. "Pitch just wanted me to see something terrible."

"What was it?" Peter tried to get into Jack's view.

"Pitch likes when people are scared or give into fear." He smiled at Peter. "That's why I told you not to be scared as you flew away."

Peter's face grew red as he smiled. "Trust me, I wasn't." He pushed his green cap onto his face as he lied onto his back.

Jack raised a brow, grinning. "Oh?"

Peter lifted his cap from one of his eyes. "What?" He grinned.

Jack was about to speak, but paused. He smirked, shaking his head. "Nothing."

Peter sat up. "No, it was something."

Jack laughed looking around. "Where's Tink?"

Peter looked back down at the Jolly Roger. "Oh, she's with the lost boys. She got bored being up here with me."

Jack looked down at the ship too. "Why are you up here?"

Peter lied back down. "I couldn't stop thinking."

"About what?" Jack smirked.

"This morning." Peter smiled as his cap covered his eyes.

"What happened?" Jack beamed.

Peter simply smiled again. "Something wonderful."