Scott's POV

A smile was formed on my face when I received a reply from Petra after writing a letter to her last night.

Dear Scott,

I have received your letter, love. I see that you used a magic bean to send it to me and well that's clever of you. I would like to continue writing letters to you to keep in contact.

My day was the same routine like you have one. Wake up, go to camp, take care of the lost boys, attend my duties, coming back to camp to check on the lost boys, sometimes we have celebrations if Peter hosts it, I tuck each and every lost boy to bed, and then I retire to my treehouse where sometimes I talk to my brother or I do something else.

I know I sound busy, but I'll always have time for you. Although, I suggest that I visit you and not you visit me. For your own safety, love.

Anyways, go ahead and ask me the questions that you have about me. I know I'm from another world, so write it all out and I'll do my best to answer your questions.

Thanks for sending me your letter. It made my day.

Sincerely,

Petra Pan

Her handwriting was beautifully designed throughout the letter. I gently folded the letter before putting it in my desk draw for safe keeping. Then I grabbed a clean sheet of paper and my pencil before pulling my thoughts together.

What kind of questions should I ask?

Personal questions?

Deep-thought questions?

Cheesy questions?

I just kept staring at the blank piece of paper in front of me. This should be easy. I'm just writing a letter that requires no prompts or strict writing structures. I'm ready to write something on this piece of paper.

But what's stopping me?

Did my train of thoughts stop all of a sudden? Did it get off track? Why is my mind going blank? Why haven't I moved a muscle? The pencil is in my hand, but my arm isn't moving. I would like to finish this letter and send it to Petra before I go to sleep.

A groan of frustration escaped from my lips before I ran my fingers through my hair. I turned to my left to see the bag of magic beans just sitting there, taunting me. I kept staring at it before my train of thoughts was back on track causing my arms to move and my pencil to write words on the piece of paper.

One word turned into a sentence of many words. A sentence became mutiple sentences forming a pargraph. The spacing on my letter allowed to me space out my thoughts as questions start appearing in my head. I started another paragraph with questions and concerns as my curiosity grew even more. Finally I stopped writing the letter before placing my pencil down and examining it.

A small smile formed on my face before I used the magic bean to send the letter to Petra. I got up from my desk chair and fell backwards into my bed. Exhaustion took over me, before I fell asleep with the hope of getting a letter from her.

Peter's POV

It didn't take long for me to realize that my sister has been acting weird lately. She greets everyone at camp happily before leaving to attend her duties and then she comes back to check up on everyone at camp before tucking in the little ones and retiring to her treehouse. It was her usual routine when there were no intruders or any problems.

But something was off about her.

I decided to visit my sister without telling her one night. Her door was cracked open and I took  that opportunity to sneak up on her from behind while she was writing something on her desk. However, I became interested in what she was writing because it seemed to be a letter to someone named Scott McCall.

None of the lost boys have that name.

I don't know anyone named Scott McCall.

What kind of last name is McCall?

I tapped on my sister's shoulder for her attention and she turned around before slightly jumping. Panic and fear crossed her face before she shoved everything into her desk draw and gave me a fake smile.

" Ever heard of knocking? ", she asked

" I wanted to surprise you. ", I shrugged

" Well congrats, you scared the heck out of me. My heart is beating fast and my hands are slightly shaking. Do you want a prize for that? ", she said annoyed

" No, but I would like to know who Scott McCall is. ", I said

" It's none of your business. ", she retorted before crossing her arms.

" It is my business because I want to know why you are writing a letter to a boy named Scott McCall and how long this has been going on. ", I said sternly. " I don't even know who is this boy is. "

" Well...you have met him before. ", she chuckled nervously.

" I have? ", I raised my eyebrow

She just looked at me before she hung her down down in shame. A sigh escaped from her lips before she put her arms by her side and looked up at me. Her body slouched as she leaned against her desk chair. Her emerald eyes stared at me and I swear that I saw a little sparkle in her eyes.

" That boy that I helped escape was him. His name is Scott McCall and he lives in a town called Beacon Hills. He's a sweet boy and we have been talking and writing letters to one another to keep in contact. ", she revealed to me

" How did you meet him? " , I gritted my teeth

" He was there when I killed the Dread Doctors. ", she whispered quietly.

" Anything else I should know about this McCall. ", I clicked my tongue

" He's a supernatural creature...a werewolf to be excat. ", she stated

A werewolf? Hmm, maybe this isn't that bad of a situation. If I could just find this Scott McCall then maybe he could be useful. I have always wanted a guard dog.

" And I also have feelings for him...like romantic feelings for him. ", she added

I wasn't prepared for this. I didn't think she would reach that stage.

Great. Just great. 

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