"Ok, so this is a 20 degree angle and this one's 60..." Jane talked to herself while tapping her pencil on her leg. She had finished the rest of her geometry homework but couldn't seem to get past this one. It also didn't help that Danny was making an incredible amount of noise in his room.

When she heard a loud crashing sound, she looked up from her worksheet. What is he doing? Throwing his furniture?

A knocking sound diverted her attention from that to her window. She let out a heavy sigh. "Hey Peter." She smiled halfheartedly.

"Hey." He sat on the windowsill. "You should really start leaving your window open."

"No chance," she smirked. "I know you'd try to scare me any chance you got."

"Nah," He waved his hand in dismissal. He noticed that she looked a bit irritated. "Did I show up at a bad time?"

"Kind of..." she glanced back at her homework problem. "I was just finishing up my homework but I couldn't get past this one problem."

"Homework?"

"They give you that in school."

"Why? Don't you already work hard enough when you're there?"

"Yes, but we need to practice or else we'll do bad on the tests."

Peter's eyes widened. "They have tests?"

"They tests your knowledge of the subject. I'm doing geometry right now."

"Geometry?"

"It's a type of math. Math is like..." she bit her lip. "I have one finger." She held up her left index finger. "And then I have another one." She brought up her right one. "Now how many do I have?"

"So like 1 plus 1? That equals 2! Hey! I know what math is!"

"Yes," she smiled.

"And then 2 plus 2 is 4!"

"Right again."

"And 3 plus 3 is 6!"

"Yes, Peter, but-"

"4 plus 4 is 8! Jane, I don't get why you can't do it," he laughed. "It's so easy!"

"Peter! It's not that simple," she told him. "Come here. I'll show you."

He followed her curiously and sat across from her on her bed. Jane held up a book. "Here is my textbook for geometry. There are math problems in here that I have to complete for tomorrow's class."

"Really?" He scrunched up his face. "How many are there?"

"Well, the number varies depending on what chapter we're on. Tonight I had 15 questions."

"15?! That's like..." he counted on his fingers. "5 plus 10 questions!"

"Y-yes," she tried so hard not to burst out laughing. "And I've already done 14 of them. I just need to finish this one." She pointed to number 8 in the homework.

Peter cocked his head to the side in confusion. "What do all those triangles mean? And what does the dot in the corner of the numbers mean?"

"The triangles represent the angles. And the dots stand for the degrees, which is what we use to find angles."

"But these already have numbers. What do you have to find then?"

"You find x," she said. "That's the missing side. In this case, there are 2 missing sides."

"Hmm..." he stuck out his tongue as he looked at the problem. "I found x." He pointed to the x on the paper.

"Huh?" Jane raised an eyebrow. "Oh! I wish it were that simple," she chuckled.

"So it's not that simple?"

"No," she shook her head, still laughing. "Find x means to find the actual missing side."

"And how do you do that?"

"You have to use what's called the Pythagorean Theorem. The formula is A squared plus B squared equals C squared."

"...Huh?"

"Like this." She turned over the piece of paper she was using. "This is how it's written." She wrote: A^2 + B^2 + C^2. The A stands for one side, the B stands for the other, and the C stands for the longest side, which is the hypotenuse."

Peter furrowed his eyebrows. "This is really hard."

"It's really not once you understand it. You see, the missing side in this one," she pointed to another problem. "Is the hypotenuse. The A is 10 and the B is 3. We add them together."

"What does the square mean?"

"It means that you multiply 10 by 10."

"Oh! So it's like 2 tens? So that would be 20?"

"No, that's adding. Multiplication is when you add a number and then you use how many times you add it to multiply. Like this!" She wrote: 10 + 10 is 20, so 10 x 2 is 20.

"Oh...so squared is like 10 plus 10 except it's multiplication?" He said.

"Yes." She laughed again.

"Jane, why do you keep laughing. Nothing's funny about this. It's actually really hard."

"N-No...i-it's not that. You're just really funny, Peter." She fell to her side in a fit of giggles.

"I guess I'm just funny without even trying," he shrugged.

"It seems so." She sat back up and tried to control her breathing. "Where was I?"

"We were talking about squaring numbers."

"Oh yes," she cleared her throat. "Anyways, we are going to square 10 which will end up being 100."

"Whoa! How'd you get that?"

"10 times 10 is 100. If you add 10 together 10 times it equals that."

"Huh...can I try to square the next one?"

"Sure," She said, handing him the pencil.

Peter wrote 3 on the paper and wrote a 2 in the top right corner of it. "Hmm...3 plus 3 is 6. And 3 times 2 is 6. So...it would just be 6!" He began to write it down when Jane gently placed her hand over his on the pencil.

"Not quite," she said. "It's actually going to be 9. 3 times 3 is 9. Remember, you multiply the number by itself twice." She helped him write the 9.

"Oh yeah..." he breathed out, staring at her hand on his.

Jane's heart skipped a beat and her face turned red once she realized that her hand was still touching his. "Oh! Sorry!" She quickly pulled away and began rubbing her hand with her other hand nervously.

"Why is your face so red, Jane?" He asked. "Are you sick?"

"Uh...n-no, no," she shook her head, looking away for a moment. "I just..." she turned back to face him. "It's hot in here." She couldn't help but notice the way he was looking at her with his hazel eyes. And she loved the way his red hair barely brushed below his eyebrows. "Really hot."

"Well it is a little hot outside. Maybe I should close the window?"

"No!" She nearly shouted. "I mean...n-no. No need for that. Let's just finish doing the problem. Oh gosh, why does he look extra cute today?

"Are you sure?"

"Yes." She nodded. "I'll be fine. I'll just get a drink of water once we're done."

"Alright."

"You know what? Actually, I think I'm done with homework for now." She quickly shut her textbook.

"But...don't you want to finish that problem you were having trouble on? I could've helped you."

"I seriously doubt that," she smiled, placing her things to the side.

"Hey, I may be learning but I can learn really fast."

"I know, but I want to take a break. Remember what I said about breaks yesterday?"

"Yep!"

"Then...let's talk about something completely different!"

"Weren't you gonna get water?" He asked.

"I'm not hot anymore. It must've been the homework! Ha ha..."

"Jane, why are you acting so weird? Do I have something on my face?"

Yes. It's your eyes. "No. It's not that. My brain is just...super fried! You know?"

"No...?" He was genuinely lost. "I don't get how your brain can be fried. Wouldn't that hurt?"

"No, Peter! It's an expression! It means...it means that you're tired of thinking. Like your brain needs a break."

"Ohhh, ok," he nodded. "That makes so much more sense. So...your face gets red when your brain is fried?"

"Um..." Jane didn't want to give him false information. "N-No. N-Not usually."

Peter pointed at her face. "It's doing it again! Let me feel if you have a fever." He brought the back of his hand to her forehead when she quickly hit it away.

"No! I'm fine! I promise!"

Then he gasped. "You're not mad, are you? Because Tinkerbell's face does that when she's mad-"

"No. Nope. I'm not mad!" She quickly shook her head, trying to focus on something else. Anything else. If Peter would just stop asking her these questions, maybe she wouldn't be so red! She really didn't want to do this but she had to. "Hey Peter? Can you, um...can you leave? I'm sorry and I know you weren't here for very long, but I need some time by myself."

He frowned, but nodded in understanding. "Yeah, that's fine."

"Thank you," Jane said.

"Bye," He waved.

"Bye."

Peter flew out the window. Why can't she just tell me what's wrong? He wondered. Ever since she touched my hand she's been acting like this. The very thought of it caused his cheeks to heat up, but he didn't notice.

Meanwhile, Jane fell backwards into her bed with a groan. What just happened? I totally screwed things up and now he's probably mad at me. I kicked him out because I couldn't handle my feelings. She paused. My feelings...what are they?

They certainly weren't unfamiliar feelings. She remembered feeling this exact same way after she went to a Neverland. But she brushed it off as a small childhood crush. But now it was back. Something about him made her feel a way she couldn't even describe. It was like she wanted to explode. But in a good way. When their hands touched, she felt all warm and fuzzy inside. It felt so right. And now, especially since he was a little older, his looks only got better.

There is no way I still like Peter Pan.