Scott's POV

This bed was so comfortable.

Maybe because my mom decided to put in new sheets onto my bed and wrap me gently in a soft blanket. I'm surprised Isaac hasn't woken me up yet.

I decided that it was probably time for me to wake up and start the day. Thankfully, I had no school for a while due to some construction and clean up.

I opened my brown eyes slowly glazing among my blurry vision. I rubbed my eyes again to find myself in a girl's room.

Wait, a girl's room?

I sat up quickly against the bed and turned to my left to see an empty side next to me. I hesitated a bit not remembering me sleeping with a girl.

Did something happen last night?

My ears perked up when I heard the door slowly open. The green-eyed girl entered the room and then gently closed the door. Her attention went towards me and she made her way to the side of the bed.

I examined her outfit. A shirt made up of green patches with a brown vest over it. A belt was wrapped around her waist with a dagger and a pouch on the side. Two brown cuffs were around her wrists. She wore black pants with long laced brown boots up to her knees.

She looks like the girl version of Peter Pan.

" Are you done staring love? " , she asked me in a bored tone.

My cheeks turned red.

" I wasn't staring at you. " , I mumbled while rubbing the back of my neck.

" Yes, you were, love. " , she teased me.

" No, I wasn't. " , I chuckled nervously.

" Does my outfit interest you? ", she asked.

" Well, I mean...it's different. " , I said. " But I like it. The green is a nice color on you. "

" Only green? " , she asked me.

" Well, I'm sure any color would look good on you. " , I chuckled nervously.

She just looked at me with those forest green eyes. I smiled awkwardly before adjusting my back against the bed.

" So, where did you go? " , I asked.

" To camp. " , she replied.

" Are the lost boys there? " , I gasped.

" Yeah. " , she said

" Awe. I'm sure those cute little boys adore you. " , I smiled at her.

" Cute little boys? " , she raised her eyebrow at me.

" Yeah. Cute little boys that are dressed in animal clothing. " , I nodded.

" So you think Peter Pan is an elf? " , she asked.

" Yeah. " , I smiled slightly.

I'm sure Petra has pointy ears too. It's probably hiding behind her brown locks.

The green-eyed girl gave me a look. Her emerald green eyes glared at my chocolate brown eyes with crossed arms above her chest.

" Do you really believe in that disney version of Peter Pan? " , she asked bluntly.

" Well...Neverland is real so yeah, why not. " , I shrugged.

She hummed as a response before snapping her fingers. I titled my head at her before looking down to see myself in a regular pair of clothes.

" Thanks. " , I smiled slightly.

She rolled her eyes at me.

I shrugged again before deciding to get out of the bed and neatly laying out the blanket and patting the pillow to my satisfaction. Then I turned around to meet Petra face to face with me looking down at her.

" I really like your name. " , I smiled awkwardly.

She raised her eyebrow at me.

" Did you know that your name is an archaeological site in the country of Jordan? " , I grinned.

She gave me a bored look.

" Did you also know that it's a feminine form of Peter? So ha, Petra Pan and Peter Pan. Looks like your parents named you both well. " , I chuckled.

Then that bored look became an annoyed look.

" Did you know that your name is Greek? It means stone or rock. " , I stated.

Her lips curved into a thin line.

" But obviously you aren't Greek. Your accent sounds British...for some odd reason. " , I chuckled nervously while rubbing the back of my neck.

" I do have a British accent. English accent is probably what most people are familiar with. " , she confirmed.

I nodded like an idiot.

" I have a British accent because I was born in London, England. " , she replied in a duh tone.

" So you weren't born in Neverland? " , I asked

" No. I was born in London, but I was raised in Neverland for most of my life. " , She shortly explained.

" What about Peter Pan? " , I questioned him.

" Born in London. Raised in Neverland. " , she rolled her eyes at me.

" How can you and Peter Pan be born in London? Elves don't live in London! " , I exclaimed.

" My brother and I aren't elves. " , she retorted.

Brother?

" Wait, Peter Pan is your brother? " , I gasped.

" Yes, love. " , she clicked her tongue.

" Well, that makes a lot of sense because you both have the same last name, your names are identical in a way, and you look like the girl version of Peter Pan. " , I chuckled nervously.

She rolled her eyes again at me.

" Was it really that hard to figure out? " , she asked me.

I chuckled nervously again before rubbing the back of my neck and feeling my cheeks turn red of embarrassment. I can't believe that I just humiliated myself in front of the most beautiful girl that I have ever seen. I should have known better, but my questions just spilled out instead of me thinking this through.

Come on, Scott! Get your act together!

" Sorry. I guess I didn't expect to meet the sister of Peter Pan. " , I chuckled nervously.

" It's fine. I'm use to being invisible. " , she mumbled.

I frowned before approaching her closer and gently hugging her with my arms around her waist. I ran my fingers through her brown socks and softly gasped at how soft it was.

" If you don't get off me, then I'm going to kill you. " , she gritted her teeth.

" It's just a hug. " , I assured her.

" I didn't ask for a hug. " , she grumbled.

" Well you looked like that you needed one. " , I said softly.

She stayed quiet and just stood there while I hugged her gently. I didn't expect her to hug me back, but maybe I was slowly warming up to her.

A/N: Cheesy moments! Gotta say that Scott is a cute bean!

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